Mind-reading cute baby: Let's spoil my mother to heaven!

Chapter 122 Crazy Bride 31: I'll Give You Something Good (2 more 2)

Seeing Ye Qingluan's expression change, Wu Niang hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?"

Ye Qingluan hurriedly apologized, "It's all my fault, I made a big mistake."

Wu Niang was stunned.

"...Look at you, why do you need to say that? There is nothing wrong with you, you are thinking of me wholeheartedly. Perhaps it is just an excuse for Saburo to say this."

Ye Qingluan shook her head earnestly, "I really made a big mistake—it would be fine if it was normal, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration; but when I think about the case that Sanlang will leave for Shandong tomorrow to handle, then I really made a big mistake." So wrong."

"It's really unlucky for Saburo to think that way about this painting."

Wu Niang was startled, "Do you know what case San Lang is going to handle?"

Asking Wu Niang to say that, Ye Qingluan was also stunned, "Doesn't the princess know?"

Wu Niang frowned, "I just heard from my family that a relative of the Cui family died in Shandong. The case file was sent to Dali Temple, but San Lang was only a blood relative, so he couldn't ignore it."

Ye Qingluan also understood that Wu Niang didn't know about the "Madam Ghost".

That's right, it's a bit nonsensical after all, and Wu Niang is the princess, so how can she just prevaricate with nonsensical words.Probably because of this, Cui Qian didn't tell her.

But... Wu Niang said that she "heard what the family said"?

Didn't Cui Qian tell her?

Tsk, Cui Qian is an unlucky boy, if he doesn't consummate the house, why can't he tell his wife why he went on a business trip?

Ye Qingluan weighed it in his heart, and said lightly as much as possible, "...Yes, this is the case."

"After all, it's a homicide case. If someone died here, asking Saburo to look at a painting would be like looking at a dead person. I was worried that it would be bad luck."

Even Wu Niang laughed, "If you blame yourself for this, then you don't have to!"

"Sanlang, after all, he works in Dali Temple, and such life lawsuits have long been commonplace. There is nothing unlucky about it."

Wu Niang blinked as she spoke, "I heard that people who often deal with human life lawsuits naturally have a murderous look on them. Just like the judge of the underworld, even if there are evil spirits, they dare not approach them."

Ye Qingluan was also happy, "That's right. There is a family next to my shop that has a dog. It's very vicious, and anyone used to bite it like crazy."

"Later, a man passed by the gate of their house, but the dog was scared and didn't dare to come out. After asking, I found out that the man's house used to be a butcher. Even though he didn't use a knife himself, he also had a knife on him. With that breath, the dog is honest."

The story Ye Qingluan mentioned didn't actually happen now, nor did it happen in Xishi, but a case she handled with the master of the law firm back then.

There were many big dogs in the deceased's house, but on the night when the deceased was killed, none of the dogs barked.

When Master heard the details, he just lowered his eyes and said, "Pay attention to the suspects who have two professional backgrounds in slaughterhouses and veterinarians."

I don't know if it was caused by Cui Qian's case, but the past of handling cases in her previous life gradually came to life in her memory.

——At one time, she thought she had completely forgotten about it.

She nodded to Wu Niang with a smile, "The Princess is right! San Lang must have such righteous and murderous aura, no ghosts can invade him!"

When she was about to leave, she still wanted to leave the painting.

Since this painting failed to help Wu Niang and Cui Qian, she should either go back and draw a new scroll; of.
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She took such a big circle outside, met so many people, and did so many things.

Make yourself look very busy, as busy as a big man with a lot of things to do.

But when it got dark, she still had to go back to Lianluo Mountain, to go back to her uncle.

When she thought about this, she felt a little dizzy, and the pain between her ribs was throbbing and throbbing, and she couldn't tell where it was.

She knew it was caused by too much tension, and her muscles spasmed accordingly.

Going up the mountain tonight is different from the day before yesterday.

Even though it was night, she didn't feel chilly at all.

Most importantly, my heart is not empty at all.

She looked down at the spice bag in her arms.

Is this sandalwood really working?So those big beauties dare not get close to her?

Or, just because of the spice bag in her bosom, is it a spiritual effect that made her brave?
But no matter what the reason is, in short, having this white sandalwood is better than nothing.

Kangkang really sent a gift to her heart this time!
This child has also grown up, thinking about it really gives her a sense of accomplishment.
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With the courage that the white sandalwood gave her, she hummed and walked briskly to the door of her uncle's thatched cottage.

Wei Wei took a deep breath, as if nothing happened, knocked casually on the door frame, and pushed the door straight in.

Her uncle sat under the window holding the piano again.

It's just that he didn't play the piano, but just looked down at the strings in a daze.

She flicked the spice packet onto the desks in front of him.

"Here, I'll give you something nice."

She did not say that Kangkang actually paid the money.

For one thing, she was afraid that when her uncle heard that it was Kang Kang who bought it, he would no longer want it;

Secondly, anyway, she decided to return the money to Kangkang in the future, so she bought the spices by herself, and gave away what she bought, so she felt at ease in her heart.

Now in front of her uncle, what she needs most is this sense of security.

Her uncle looked up at her quietly, "Oh? What good stuff?"

She smiled generously as if nothing happened, "... sandalwood. White sandalwood!"

She opened a small corner of the spice packet in front of her uncle as if offering a treasure, held it up to her uncle's nose, and let him smell it.

"Is it fragrant?"

Her teacher was quite poor back then, and she herself is even poorer now, so her uncle who grew up in such an environment never used any serious spices at all since she was a child.

It's already a big show off to break a few mugwort and put it in a vase in the house.Not to mention such expensive white sandalwood from the Western Regions!

She had a serious face, "I will divide it into small bags for you when I go back later, and you will carry a bag with you every day from now on."

Her uncle didn't have the surprise she had imagined, but instead looked at her calmly.

She sighed inwardly: Poor baby, I haven't seen anything good.

Her uncle is not so rare for this white sandalwood, and Cui Qian is not so rare, that is of course the two reasons for the opposite.

Cui Qian is because she has better ones at home; her uncle has never used them at all, so I don't know where the good thing is.

She winked at him, "...the one who wards off ghosts, I heard it works!"

She said, turning her head to look around, "If they come again, you probably won't be able to sleep well at night. Then don't you also lose Yuanyang?"

“Now with this, you can sleep soundly!”

Her uncle couldn't help raising his eyebrows.

"So... What you are most worried about is that I will hurt Yuanyang?

(End of this chapter)