Warm water flowed over and over with the petals. Tang Ning was choked by the water and coughed repeatedly, struggling to surface.

But the people in the water did not let go.

She opened her eyes and the pink petals swung past.

The hard bottom of the pool is right under your feet.

Tang Ning calmed down, stepped on it, stood in the water, raised her hand to wipe away the water droplets on her face. Her wet hair and wet clothes were already wet.

The boy opposite him trapped her on the shore without saying a word.

The water seemed to be getting colder.

A soaked girl, a naked boy.

The two of them stood face to face, and they were obviously very close, but they couldn't feel any charm in their hearts. Tang Ning's black hair was entangled with his silver hair.

She finally saw clearly that the word imprinted on his chest was a seal script "Tang".

The dark red traces, whether burned or carved, looked so eye-catching.

Her surname actually has such a hideous side.

The water droplets hanging on the tip of the nose fell down with a "tick" and a few small ripples appeared. The words like talismans tell her what kind of person the ancestor named "Tang Luzhi" was.

The so-called person will only leave a name on his own belongings.

My words.

My paintings.

My clothes.

Mine, mine...all mine.

If you label it, it is unique and only belongs to me.

Tang Ning looked at the word, lowered his hand, and let the pool water flood her sleeves. It was originally drying into a ball of blood, spreading little by little in the water, with a faint redness, even less colorful than the pink petals.

But for Jialan, the winding bloody smelled unimaginable.

He looked at Tang Ning coldly.

But just a wound, what can she do if she sees it?

As long as you take back what Tang Luzhi stolen and restore your strength, this shame will soon disappear.

Why did he hide?

Annoyance surged in my heart.

He let go of his hand and leaned aside.

The water in the pond is undulating and the petals are floating.

Tang Ning breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her head. Her long black and thick hair became heavy after being wet with water. With a "slam", she picked up the long hair hanging in the water and twisted it twice.

There are petals hiding inside, and they are wrapped around their hair and refuse to release them.

Tang Ning frowned and went to grab it, but after grabbing it for a long time, he couldn't take it out, so he had to loosen his hair again.

Jialan stood beside her and looked at her: "More than six hundred years have passed, why are there only a few people in the Tang family?"

Tang Ning grabbed his hair with one hand and blinked his eyes when he heard this: "Is it strange that people are not prosperous?"

Six hundred years have passed, and it seems that there are indeed many people, but the Tang family in Leizhou...

Tang Ning recalled, and said, "It is recorded in the clan that Tang Luzhi had only one son and one daughter. When his daughter was about to get married, the child he gave birth to naturally no longer had the surname Tang. As for his son, he was weak and sick since childhood, and after he grew up and married, he only had one child."

"But that child later had many sons."

"But I don't know if it's because of the bad feng shui or bad luck in the Tang family's ancestral home, his piles of sons were very short-lived. Those who survived did not seem to have more sons. It's useless to marry a wife and take concubines, and a group of people in the back house were packed with people."

"Since then, the people of the Tang family have not been very prosperous. It was not until my grandfather's generation that I gave birth to my father and brother."

Tang Ning said: "You know everything else. My father disappeared ten years ago. I am the only daughter in the family and have no brothers and sisters of a mother. Now there is only Tang Xin left in my uncle's family..."

"No." Jia Lan's voice was slightly deeper, "What you are talking about is the Tang Luzhi lineage."

"But as far as I know, Tang Luzhi is the youngest son in the family, and he should have his brother and sister."

"Those people have the surname Tang."

He left the shore and faced Tangning.

Tang Ning suddenly felt a little speechless.

Tang Luzhi’s brother and sister?

If he didn't mention it, she wouldn't remember it at all.

Tang Luzhi's lineage moved from Xiling during the Daliang Dynasty. Before that, Tang Luzhi and his blood relatives had been living in Xiling. But for some reason, after he moved here, he gradually stopped interacting with the Tang family in Xiling.

Until now, hundreds of years have passed, and Tang Ning is not even sure whether there are descendants of the Tang family in Xiling.

She tied her long wet hair loosely and whispered: "You are right. Those people are indeed surnamed Tang, but those who were the ancestors who had stopped interacting with each other. I only know that they should have stayed in Xiling back then."

When Jialan heard the word "Xiling", his face looked a little ugly.

When he heard it last time, he didn't remember that actually... he had been to Xiling.

In my memory, it was a rich city with beautiful scenery, but the weather was very cold.

When it snowed in winter, he curled up in the room where the burned dragon was still trembling with cold. However, the maids seemed not afraid of the cold at all, and they blushed and played snowball fights in the yard.

My father walked in and wrapped him with a thick cloak.

Someone was laughing in the yard, calling his name with a smile - "Galan, good Jialan, come out and enjoy the snow..." The voice gradually became lighter, and my father picked him up.

He was still a child, lying on his father's shoulders.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier. He turned his head and saw the people in the pavilion. He thought to himself, although Xiling was cold, he really wanted to live here for the rest of his life.

White snow fell on my father's silver hair.

The world is vast, and hot tea is rolling.

He didn't think he was a monster at all.

His favorite snacks were placed on the stone table, each piece was fragrant and crispy.

At that time, he really felt that the Ten Directions were not important at all.

But the heavy snow kept falling, and it was endless. Hot tea, snacks, Xiling... were all frozen into a cold ball.

With a slight click on your fingertips, the world will be broken.

The water in the bath seemed to become as cold as the ice.

Jialan walked out of the bathtub, and rustling footsteps immediately came from the door.

The little boys in black walked through the cracks in the door and entered one after another, each holding a pile of things in his hand.

Tang Ning saw two familiar faces.

Melon skin head, expressionless face.

It was the child who was brought to measure her body and make clothes by Ah Biao.

When the two saw her, they walked straight towards the bathhouse without saying a word. They just held new clothes and tried to grab her arm.

Tang Ning quickly avoided and said, "No, no, I'll come out later. Just put down your clothes."

The two little boys looked at each other, nodded, and placed their clothes in a dry place near the bathtub.

Tang Ning stood in the water, breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly saw Jialan wearing clothes.

The black clothes are very similar to those worn by Xie Xuan before. I don’t know if these little boys secretly took the owner’s clothes to serve guests…

Just as he was thinking, Jialan turned around.

The boy in black and silver hair is so handsome that he makes people think a lot.
Chapter completed!