Pinch your waist: Your husband has a beauty mark

That night, Gu Yunxi went to Gu Ruqiu's bedroom.

"Eighth sister, how much do you know about my mother?" She got straight to the point, not wanting to waste any time.

Later, she would have to go back and discuss the next development plan of Haocheng with A Li.

Gu Ruqiu didn't seem to expect that she would bring up this issue. After thinking about it, she said, "I... have met Mrs. Ling."

Gu Yunxi felt inexplicably uneasy in her heart.

Everyone lives in the General's Mansion. The eighth sister has met her mother Lan Ziling. Isn't this normal?

But why does the eighth sister seem to be so strange when talking about this matter?

"Could it be that not many people have seen my mother?" Gu Yunxi felt strange in her heart.

Gu Ruqiu thought for a while and then said: "Actually, I can't remember it very well. I was too young at the time, and my memory has long been blurred now..."

"What does my mother look like? Why is there not a single portrait of her in the general's mansion?"

Gu Yunxi didn't know what she was thinking, but suddenly, she always felt that things about her mother were strange.

I heard that my mother became seriously ill after giving birth to her and died soon after.

The word "mother" is far less memorable to her than mothers in modern times.

Although her mother died in an accident when she was very young, she still remembers her mother's appearance.

At first, Gu Yunxi didn't have much feelings for her mother Lan Ziling in this era, so she didn't like to ask about the past.

But today, her eldest brother's expression was so weird that she couldn't understand it and just wanted to figure it out.

"I'm not very sure about this, but Mrs. Ling is so beautiful. Of course I still remember her appearance."

Gu Ruqiu seemed to have thought of something, and pulled out a piece of white paper, pen and ink from behind the desk.

"When Mrs. Ling went there, you were younger than me. I'm afraid you don't have much memory. How about I draw you a picture?"

Gu Yunxi's eyes suddenly lit up.

Gu Ruqiu is a very good painter, she knows that.

“Then it’s Sister Lao Ba!”

Gu Ruqiu smiled and nodded, while thinking, he drew lines on the white paper one by one.

Gu Yunxi was sitting next to her.

Gu Ruqiu drew quickly, and a beautiful face slowly appeared on the paper.

"Why not draw eyes?" The face is really beautiful, but it is still a bit strange to Gu Yunxi.

Gu Ruqiu glanced at her and smiled: "Eyes are the most difficult place to draw. A pair of eyes can change a person's appearance."

Gu Yunxi tilted her head, still looking at the face on the paper.

What she said is right. Eyes are the windows to a person's soul, and they are indeed the most difficult to draw.

But it’s also what she wants to see most!

Mother...a strange name, a strange face.

Gu Yunxi's eyebrows slowly wrinkled: "Why do you look so young?"

He looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old, not even twenty.

But her eldest brother was several years older than her, and her mother gave birth to her eight years after her eldest brother. Logically speaking, the Lan Ziling that Gu Ruqiu saw was at least twenty-five or six years old.

Is it because you can’t tell your age in the black and white portrait?

Gu Ruqiu thought about it and couldn't help but frown: "But the Mrs. Ling I saw is indeed so young."

Now that I think about it, it seems that this is really the case!

Gu Ruqiu looked at Gu Yunxi. Suddenly, even she felt a little incredible: "I... am only one year older than you. Why... why is Mrs. Ling so young?"

"Is this what she looked like when you saw her?" The doubts in Gu Yunxi's heart became a little heavier.

Gu Ruqiu nodded, looking a little dull.

"I was too young at the time, so I didn't think it was anything. Now that I think about it, the Mrs. Ling I saw... indeed looked like she was seventeen or eighteen years old."

But! Something is wrong!

How could a girl of seventeen or eighteen years old have given birth to an eighty-nine-year-old son?

What went wrong in this?