Zhao Zimai felt a "buzzing" in his mind, and his head seemed to explode, and it was thundering. He couldn't tell whether the scene in front of him was real or his dream, because he had come here countless times in his dreams.

The well, and the man standing by the well... he tiptoed, approached her without making any sound, and then reached out and pushed her hard on her back.

There seemed to be a sound of water splashing in his ears. He knew that she had sunk and didn't even struggle. He leaned down tremblingly, but saw her body turning over in the water, face up, but his eyes were open, and a pair of lifeless eyes stared at him, as if he was about to pierce him through.

"You killed someone, killed your own sister. She is the same blood and origin as you, but you killed her with your own hands. If your father knew that you killed his most beloved daughter, how would he react? He had looked down on you at first, but now, he is afraid he will hate you and hate you." This sentence kept repeating in his mind.

A snowflake fell from his eyes, and then it attracted more snowflakes. The snowflakes were like reeds and butterflies, pounced on his face, soaking his skin coldly.

"Young Master, why are you here to Tingxue Hall alone? Are you here to enjoy the snow?" Baotian's voice came from behind, "But the snow is really evil, it's coming, it's overwhelming, young master, you're almost a snowman. Come back with me quickly and don't catch a cold."

Baotian said that and pulled Zhao Zimai's hand, but found that his eyes were straight and he stared at the water well, as if he was possessed by an evil spirit. So he shook his arm in a panic, "Young Master, what's wrong with you? This broken well has been abandoned for a long time. What's the good thing about it?"

Baotian pulled Zhao Zimai back to the world with his hand. He was stunned for a moment, and finally took his eyes back from the well, raised his head and looked around, "Zheng Ximing is here."

"Zheng Ximing? He...where is he?" Baotian put on a stance and protected Zhao Zimai, looking vigilantly at the courtyard that was stained with snow: it is called Tingxue Hall, also called Miss Building. It used to be the place where the Zhao family's female family lived, but the two ladies went one after another, and this place became the residence of Miss Zitong.

The main building of Tingxue Hall is a closed corridor-style wooden building. There is a patio in the middle of the downstairs, which is built on the sky and down to earth, meaning the combination of yin and yang. There is a well in the patio, which is said to be there since the previous dynasty. When the young lady was there, she raised some carp in the well. She often sat by the well and teased the fish.

The first room on the east end of the building is the residence of the young lady. Of course, Baotian has never been in, but I heard that in addition to beds, tables, stools and other furniture, there are also various rare things and antiques, which come from the West. They are all collected by the master from all over the place to enjoy. It is said that there is a Western bell made of gold. Every hour, it will sing, and it sings very well, and it is better than the best girl in Zuixianlou.

In addition, there is a study room with several floors of books, all filled with books, all of which are the eldest daughter. The servants all talked about it. The master did not raise a daughter, and he would not raise a son. Since he was a child, she was preparing to follow her husband to read and study, and she was preparing to take the daughter to inherit his father's business. However, they only dared to talk behind the scenes, because later when the young master was born, he became the focus of the entire Zhao family for a long time. Everyone believed that with the birth of the young master, the master would transfer his love for the young master to the young master, because after all, he was his only son.

But later, the servants found out that they had bet the wrong treasure. Zhao Wen'an was very happy at first, and it was natural for him to be happy. But later, the eldest lady made a few troubles for some reason, and the mansion was full of trouble because she didn't eat for several days and no one listened to it. In the end, she fainted unconsciously.

After this incident, the master did not see the young master for several months. Instead, he accompanied the young lady to have dinner and study all day long, obedient and considerate to her. The servants may be the most changeable group in the world, so from then on, the young lady was still the center of the Zhao family, and all the servants rushed to curry favor with people. On the contrary, the young master, who was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, became the one who was neglected.

Baotian naturally heard these things from others, but later, he often knew that Zhao Zimai was depressed because of the master's partiality and depressedness, so he knew that this matter was mostly true.

What he didn't know was that in this snow-snow hall, Zhao Zimai personally pushed the eldest lady into the well. He used the most reckless action in his life to dig a trap for himself. From then on, he will be imprisoned in this trap forever and will never be able to escape from it.

Baotian's eyes passed through the window holes in the wooden building. This place had been abandoned for a long time. Since the eldest lady disappeared, the master has stopped coming here. In order to avoid being in love with the scene, he ordered people to seal the entire yard. No one in the house could come in, nor could he mention the eldest lady's name in front of him. But today, Baotian looked back and saw that the locked door was not only opened, but the lock also fell to the ground, and the reeds inside flew out.

It seems that the young master is right. Zheng Xi has come to Zhao Mansion, but where has he gone now? The doors and windows of all the rooms on the wooden building are locked from outside, so he will definitely not be able to hide in the house. In this way, Zheng Ximing must have left here.

Baotian Shang was confused, and suddenly moved around him. Zhao Zimai had already rushed out and came to the wooden building. He ran up the stairs. The disrepaired wooden board was squeaked and a piece of smoke and dust splashed.

"Young Master, the master won't let you go up there." Baotian hurriedly chased after him and followed him. He didn't know what he was going to do, but he knew that if the master knew about this, it would cause another scolding.

Zhao Zimai seemed to have never heard his words, because just now, he heard the sound of the self-ringing bell, crisp and ethereal, just like the sound of the previous time.

She was here... that day, he saw her in the back mountain of Wubi Pavilion. Although he was far away, he knew that it was his sister. She was still wearing the clothes covered with magnolia flowers, and her head was covered with beads. She had not changed. After so many years, she had not changed at all, and there was no difference between him when he pushed her into the well.

Zhao Zimai kicked the door open, walked into the dust-covered room, went straight to the cabinet, and pushed the self-ringing bell that had been no longer moving to the ground.
Chapter completed!