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Chapter 173 Strange Verse
Su Ziyu also agreed with Du Zhiyi's words.

Du Zhiyi and Su Ziyu Yujian, Lin Anqian stood behind Su Ziyu, the three of them flew across the lake and went directly to the door of the house.

This house is not very big, there are only two rooms in total.

Lin Anqian pushed open one of the rooms, and saw a bamboo bed inside, a dresser, wardrobe and other furniture beside it.

It appears to be a living room.

Lin Anqian walked into the dressing table, touched the table with her hand, and found that there was no dust on it.

She looked at the bed again and found that it was a little wrinkled, as if someone had been lying on it.

Lin Anqian could observe, and Du Zhiyi and Su Ziyu naturally also noticed, "Someone has been here before, and it wasn't too long ago."

Lin Anqian looked around, but found nothing, even the box on the dressing table was empty, and the wardrobe was also empty.

"Let's go to another room."

The three went to another room.

This is a study room, which has all kinds of desks, calligraphy and paintings, and even a guzheng.

This room is not as empty as the living room, at least there are many paper books on the desk.

Lin Anqian and his party all looked at the desk first.

In the middle of the desk are a few sheets of paper with many words written on them.

And these papers have turned yellow, which shows that they have been used for some years.

The handwriting on it was very similar to Qin Zheng's, but Lin Anqian was sure it was not.

These papers were written with some poems, Lin Anqian read carefully, and found that the poems above were full of sentimentality.

Lin Anqian guessed that it should be written by Qin Zheng's mother.

But Qin Zheng's mother has passed away for many years. Could it be that these papers have been left here untouched?
Lin Anqian felt very suspicious.

When Du Zhiyi and Su Ziyu were reading poems in Lin Anqian, they were also searching for inkstones and books beside the desk.

But neither could find anything useful, so they left their desks and looked elsewhere.

Lin Anqian was still turning over those lines.

She noticed just now that the pens, ink, paper and inkstones and books on both sides of the desk are very new, that is to say, after the death of Qin Zheng's mother, this place has continued to be used, but it is in the middle of the desk, which is also the place with the highest usage rate. It's a little too weird to have something that's been around for years.

There were many poems written by Qin Zheng's mother. Lin Anqian flipped through them one by one, but stopped when she turned one page.

This piece of paper is also yellowed, but the ink on it is very new, and the handwriting on it is not Qin Zheng's mother's.

Lin Anqian recognized that it was written by Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng's handwriting is very similar to her mother's, the only difference is that Qin Zheng's handwriting is a little immature.

Lin Anqian picked out this piece of paper and read it carefully.

This piece of paper is also a poem, and the lines between the lines are also written according to her mother's words and sentences, but the content is somewhat incomprehensible.

Lin Anqian read it several times but still didn't understand it.

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded: "This painting is so strange."

Lin Anqian looked up and saw Du Zhiyi standing in front of a wall with a landscape painting hanging on it.

Lin Anqian put down the poem and walked to Du Zhiyi's side. Su Ziyu also walked over, and the three of them looked at the painting together.

Lin Anqian has no research on calligraphy and painting. In her eyes, this is a very beautiful landscape painting. There are mountains and water in the painting, as well as wild clouds and wild cranes. It is a very regular painting, and there is nothing unusual about it.

"What's so strange?" Lin Anqian couldn't help asking.

Su Ziyu also looked at it for a long time but didn't see it.

Du Zhiyi pointed to the inscription on the top of the painting and said, "I'm not talking about the painting, but these words."

Only then did Lin Anqian notice that there were densely packed three lines of characters written on the top of the picture.

After reading it carefully, she found that it was just the painter of the painting describing the circumstances under which he created the painting, and who the painting was given to.

This kind of inscription is very common in paintings, and it doesn't seem to be a surprising place.

"This is why this painter created this painting and who he gave it to. What's wrong with that?" Lin Anqian asked after reading it.

Du Zhiyi snorted and said, "How did you read it out? Why do I think he can't even write sentences smoothly?"

Lin Anqian had no choice but to point to the line of words and read to Du Zhiyi.

She was interrupted by Du Zhiyi just after she said a dozen words, "Why is this written horizontally! I thought it was going to be read vertically."

As Du Zhiyi said, he began to gesture on those words how he pronounced them.

Only then did Lin Anqian realize that when she saw this painting, she was accustomed to reading from the first word on the top and left of this paragraph, and then read it line by line from top to bottom. This is what she said in the original world. I read it from my writing habits.

But in this cultivation world, they read and write from right to left, top to bottom, column by column.

And the words in front of them, although drawn by a painter in the realm of comprehension, were written in the top-to-bottom, left-to-right writing method of Lin Anqian's world.

When Lin Anqian saw these words, she followed them naturally and understood them.

But Du Zhiyi had never used this method before, so naturally it was not smooth to read.

So when he knew how to read these lines, he complained: "Why does this artist write like this, who can understand this?"

Looking at these few lines, Lin Anqian's mind suddenly brightened.

She turned around, went back to the desk, and picked up the calligraphy written by Qin Zheng.

Lin Anqian read this poem in the order of her mother's poems in the previous ones, that is, from right to left, top to bottom, and the whole poem did not read smoothly at all.

And after talking to Du Zhiyi just now, she realized that maybe Qin Zheng wrote it in the same way?

Because when Lin Anqian was taking notes in school, she was used to writing in the way she used to write in her original world.

Qin Zheng had borrowed her notes several times before, so Qin Zheng knew this way of writing.

Lin Anqian re-read the poem this time. After reading the first line, she found that Qin Zheng wrote "the first character of every poem."

What does the first word of each poem mean?
Lin Anqian continued to read, and found that what was written after this was all irrelevant content.

every poem?
Could it be these poems written by her mother?
Lin Anqian quickly sorted out all the poems she had just read.

Fortunately, she just finished reading and put them in order, so she organized all the poems again.

Lin Anqian read the first word on the first line of each sheet one by one.

Slowly turn these words into one sentence in your mind:

You go to find Yin Chunian alone.

"You" should refer to Lin Anqian.

Lin Anqian looked at these pieces of paper and understood that this was the password Qin Zheng left for her alone.

She wanted to let herself find Yin Chunian.

But why did she do this?
Lin Anqian no longer believed in Qin Zheng after experiencing the incident with Ye Zilan and Liu Yiyi.

She even felt that this was a trap designed by Qin Zheng.

Especially if you let yourself go alone, the danger is too great.

How could Qin Zheng think that he would go?

(End of this chapter)