Chapter 78
Hua Ting and Xue Ling got out of the carriage one after the other, and looked at the small courtyard of the private courtyard.
"I can't think of a sorceress who pretends to be a god and fools around to eat, but also knows the way of tranquility. This courtyard is not bad."
As Xue Ling said, he went up the stairs, but a big lock on the door blocked his way.
Hua Ting thought that Xue Ling might not be trying to climb over the wall, but Xue Ling pulled out a thin hairpin from her head, put the hairpin into the keyhole and flicked it a few times, and suddenly there was a click.
Xue Ling turned around and smiled playfully at Hua Ting.
"opened……"
Putting the hairpin back in her hair, Xue Ling took off the lock and opened the door and walked in.
Amused by Xue Ling's triumphant appearance, Hua Ting followed closely and followed into the yard.
The two walked through two peach trees and walked to the door of the house. The door was wide open, indicating that someone had broken in here.
Xue Ling signaled Hua Ting to stop, and walked into the room by the door. After a while, she came out and waved Hua Ting to come in.
Once you enter the house, there is the main room, with a room on the left and right, through the main room is the kitchen, and there is a firewood room behind the kitchen, Hua Ting and Xue Ling have seen all of them, there are traces of flipping everywhere, and things are lost on the ground .
Mrs. Zhang was killed shortly after murdering Ouyang Ji, and now her house has been turned up like this, so could the things these people are looking for have something to do with Ouyang Ji?
"Second sister, look here..." Xue Ling called Hua Ting, interrupting Hua Ting's thoughts.
Walking to a smashed potted plant, Hua heard Xue Ling holding a dry lying pine.
Xue Ling pointed to Hua Ting where a piece of bark had been cut off on the tree trunk.
"It's obviously carved with a knife on purpose, and it looks like it's been a few years old. I don't know what the purpose is."
It is estimated that the people who searched before have noticed that, so they smashed the potted plants, but there is no interlayer in the pots.
Hua Ting picked up Wo Song and looked at it over and over again, but there was nothing special except for this man-made notch.
If the notch is not special to mark the potted plant, then it is a mark, a mark that only the owner understands its meaning, but there is also a possibility that the notch is made unintentionally, and it has no special meaning at all.
"What if this is not a sign but a reminder?" Hua Ting seemed to be asking Xue Ling and talking to herself.
Xue Ling frowned and looked at the notch on the lying pine, said.
"It should be that we are overthinking. What can this thing remind us of? If so, there is no way to engrave a mark, but it should be engraved on a potted plant."
Huating looked around the room, the potted plants were placed on the flower table in the corner of the main room, but the wall facing the door was empty, there should be paintings before looking at the traces.
Xue Ling also noticed the traces on the wall, "It's the paintings on the wall that don't echo, why does it feel a little unnecessary?"
The paintings on the walls don't just disappear, but there's no telling how the crouching pines are connected to the missing paintings.
Huating got up and walked around the room again, standing on the floor of the east room staring at the bed in a daze.
All the quilts on the bed had been turned over and thrown in lumps on the bed. Two planed embroidered pillows were scattered at the head of the bed, and the wheat chaff inside was scattered everywhere.
What if the lying pine represents not the painting on the wall but the bedding?
The ancient people would embroider on the quilts that were a little more particular, such as the quilts piled on the bed at this time, embroidered with pictures of flowers blooming and rich, gorgeous and fragrant, beautiful and practical.
Xue Ling followed Hua Ting's line of sight to look over, stepped forward and unfolded the quilt. The flowers embroidered on it were in full bloom, but there was no pattern related to the crouching pine.
It seems that she was thinking too much, Hua Ting looked away in disappointment, rummaged through the box to find if there was any handwritten note, but couldn't find even a piece of paper.
Older people have poor memory, especially people like Mrs. Zhang who earn money every day. How could there be no records, so they should be searched by others. After all, I didn't think carefully and came a step too late.
Hua Tingwai was about to leave with Xue Ling, but suddenly Fuzhi walked to the bedside and pulled away the stitches that had sewn the quilt.
The embroidered quilt is embroidered with a lying pine in the corner of the lining, but there is no notch on the lying pine.
"Here's another one..." Xue Ling imitated Hua Ting's operation and pulled the other quilt and tore it open. Sure enough, the embroidered pine in the corner of the quilt had exactly the same notch as the potted plant.
Hua Ting and Xue Ling looked at each other, with happy faces on their faces, they took the quilt apart and searched all over the cotton inside, but found nothing.
It can't be such a coincidence, there must be something she didn't notice, Hua Ting carefully squeezed the removed quilt cover, there was nothing unusual, then pulled the lining and touched it one by one, still nothing.
how can that be possible?Hua Ting frowned, and rubbed her hands on the embroidery on the quilt, feeling as if some of the embroidery was too thick.
Looking for scissors, Hua Ting cut the embroidery on the surface of the quilt bit by bit, and finally got a harvest. Under the embroidery were pieces of bright yellow cloth that had been cut into pieces.
Hua Ting picked out strips of cloth, and Xue Ling took them and put them on the ground to stitch them together. In the end, they stitched together a small quilt, no, more specifically, it should be a quilt cover, the length and width of which are no more than the length of an adult's arm.
"This should be used to wrap children..." Xue Ling pointed to the spliced quilt and said, "According to this color, it should be a royal thing. How could it fall into Zhang Po's hands and hide it so secretly?"
Something royal?Could it be related to Ouyang Ji?Hua Ting suddenly panicked, put away the rags, wrapped them in a furoshiki and tied them on her back, pulled Xue Ling and hurriedly left Zhang's mother-in-law's house.
"What are you doing in such a panic?" Xue Ling didn't take it seriously, "Even if it's something belonging to the royal family, it's a problem with Mrs. Zhang, and it has nothing to do with us. When we go back, we will burn this thing and pretend we haven't been here before." "
How could it be so simple, but Hua Ting couldn't tell Xue Ling, and after thinking about it, he called the parking man, but Hua Ting raised the curtain and wanted to go down again.
"What are you doing?" Xue Ling grabbed Hua Ting and asked.
"You have to put the quilt away, otherwise it will be troublesome if someone finds out."
"I'll go."
Xue Ling pressed Hua Ting back and sat down, got out of the car and went back to Mrs. Zhang's house to take all the two quilts away.
Xue Ling got into the car and muttered, "Second Sister is also too careful... The dead man's things must not be taken back to the mansion, and we should find a place to burn them first."
Hua heard no objection, ordered the coachman to drive out of Taohua Town, found a secluded place and burned two quilts before returning to Huafu.
Xue Ling was very puzzled by Hua Ting's insistence on leaving the cloth strips, and persuaded him several times to burn Hua Ting together but refused, so he had to let Hua Ting go.
"Don't tell third brother about this..." Hua Ting repeatedly instructed Xue Ling before entering the mansion.
Xue Ling picked his ears and said, "I know, I've said it several times, and I still say it."
Hua Ting knows that Xue Ling is a man of faith, so it doesn't matter if she is rejected, as long as Xue Ling helps her keep the secret.
Ouyang Ji, who had already returned home, waited until the sun went down before finally waiting for Hua Ting and Xue Ling to come back, and greeted them with a dark face.
Ouyang Ji's eyes fell on Hua Ting, his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Su Bendao has been waiting for my sister for a long time. If someone from the Su family hadn't come to find him back, I'm afraid he would have lived in the Hua family."
Hua Ting, "..."
(End of this chapter)
Hua Ting and Xue Ling got out of the carriage one after the other, and looked at the small courtyard of the private courtyard.
"I can't think of a sorceress who pretends to be a god and fools around to eat, but also knows the way of tranquility. This courtyard is not bad."
As Xue Ling said, he went up the stairs, but a big lock on the door blocked his way.
Hua Ting thought that Xue Ling might not be trying to climb over the wall, but Xue Ling pulled out a thin hairpin from her head, put the hairpin into the keyhole and flicked it a few times, and suddenly there was a click.
Xue Ling turned around and smiled playfully at Hua Ting.
"opened……"
Putting the hairpin back in her hair, Xue Ling took off the lock and opened the door and walked in.
Amused by Xue Ling's triumphant appearance, Hua Ting followed closely and followed into the yard.
The two walked through two peach trees and walked to the door of the house. The door was wide open, indicating that someone had broken in here.
Xue Ling signaled Hua Ting to stop, and walked into the room by the door. After a while, she came out and waved Hua Ting to come in.
Once you enter the house, there is the main room, with a room on the left and right, through the main room is the kitchen, and there is a firewood room behind the kitchen, Hua Ting and Xue Ling have seen all of them, there are traces of flipping everywhere, and things are lost on the ground .
Mrs. Zhang was killed shortly after murdering Ouyang Ji, and now her house has been turned up like this, so could the things these people are looking for have something to do with Ouyang Ji?
"Second sister, look here..." Xue Ling called Hua Ting, interrupting Hua Ting's thoughts.
Walking to a smashed potted plant, Hua heard Xue Ling holding a dry lying pine.
Xue Ling pointed to Hua Ting where a piece of bark had been cut off on the tree trunk.
"It's obviously carved with a knife on purpose, and it looks like it's been a few years old. I don't know what the purpose is."
It is estimated that the people who searched before have noticed that, so they smashed the potted plants, but there is no interlayer in the pots.
Hua Ting picked up Wo Song and looked at it over and over again, but there was nothing special except for this man-made notch.
If the notch is not special to mark the potted plant, then it is a mark, a mark that only the owner understands its meaning, but there is also a possibility that the notch is made unintentionally, and it has no special meaning at all.
"What if this is not a sign but a reminder?" Hua Ting seemed to be asking Xue Ling and talking to herself.
Xue Ling frowned and looked at the notch on the lying pine, said.
"It should be that we are overthinking. What can this thing remind us of? If so, there is no way to engrave a mark, but it should be engraved on a potted plant."
Huating looked around the room, the potted plants were placed on the flower table in the corner of the main room, but the wall facing the door was empty, there should be paintings before looking at the traces.
Xue Ling also noticed the traces on the wall, "It's the paintings on the wall that don't echo, why does it feel a little unnecessary?"
The paintings on the walls don't just disappear, but there's no telling how the crouching pines are connected to the missing paintings.
Huating got up and walked around the room again, standing on the floor of the east room staring at the bed in a daze.
All the quilts on the bed had been turned over and thrown in lumps on the bed. Two planed embroidered pillows were scattered at the head of the bed, and the wheat chaff inside was scattered everywhere.
What if the lying pine represents not the painting on the wall but the bedding?
The ancient people would embroider on the quilts that were a little more particular, such as the quilts piled on the bed at this time, embroidered with pictures of flowers blooming and rich, gorgeous and fragrant, beautiful and practical.
Xue Ling followed Hua Ting's line of sight to look over, stepped forward and unfolded the quilt. The flowers embroidered on it were in full bloom, but there was no pattern related to the crouching pine.
It seems that she was thinking too much, Hua Ting looked away in disappointment, rummaged through the box to find if there was any handwritten note, but couldn't find even a piece of paper.
Older people have poor memory, especially people like Mrs. Zhang who earn money every day. How could there be no records, so they should be searched by others. After all, I didn't think carefully and came a step too late.
Hua Tingwai was about to leave with Xue Ling, but suddenly Fuzhi walked to the bedside and pulled away the stitches that had sewn the quilt.
The embroidered quilt is embroidered with a lying pine in the corner of the lining, but there is no notch on the lying pine.
"Here's another one..." Xue Ling imitated Hua Ting's operation and pulled the other quilt and tore it open. Sure enough, the embroidered pine in the corner of the quilt had exactly the same notch as the potted plant.
Hua Ting and Xue Ling looked at each other, with happy faces on their faces, they took the quilt apart and searched all over the cotton inside, but found nothing.
It can't be such a coincidence, there must be something she didn't notice, Hua Ting carefully squeezed the removed quilt cover, there was nothing unusual, then pulled the lining and touched it one by one, still nothing.
how can that be possible?Hua Ting frowned, and rubbed her hands on the embroidery on the quilt, feeling as if some of the embroidery was too thick.
Looking for scissors, Hua Ting cut the embroidery on the surface of the quilt bit by bit, and finally got a harvest. Under the embroidery were pieces of bright yellow cloth that had been cut into pieces.
Hua Ting picked out strips of cloth, and Xue Ling took them and put them on the ground to stitch them together. In the end, they stitched together a small quilt, no, more specifically, it should be a quilt cover, the length and width of which are no more than the length of an adult's arm.
"This should be used to wrap children..." Xue Ling pointed to the spliced quilt and said, "According to this color, it should be a royal thing. How could it fall into Zhang Po's hands and hide it so secretly?"
Something royal?Could it be related to Ouyang Ji?Hua Ting suddenly panicked, put away the rags, wrapped them in a furoshiki and tied them on her back, pulled Xue Ling and hurriedly left Zhang's mother-in-law's house.
"What are you doing in such a panic?" Xue Ling didn't take it seriously, "Even if it's something belonging to the royal family, it's a problem with Mrs. Zhang, and it has nothing to do with us. When we go back, we will burn this thing and pretend we haven't been here before." "
How could it be so simple, but Hua Ting couldn't tell Xue Ling, and after thinking about it, he called the parking man, but Hua Ting raised the curtain and wanted to go down again.
"What are you doing?" Xue Ling grabbed Hua Ting and asked.
"You have to put the quilt away, otherwise it will be troublesome if someone finds out."
"I'll go."
Xue Ling pressed Hua Ting back and sat down, got out of the car and went back to Mrs. Zhang's house to take all the two quilts away.
Xue Ling got into the car and muttered, "Second Sister is also too careful... The dead man's things must not be taken back to the mansion, and we should find a place to burn them first."
Hua heard no objection, ordered the coachman to drive out of Taohua Town, found a secluded place and burned two quilts before returning to Huafu.
Xue Ling was very puzzled by Hua Ting's insistence on leaving the cloth strips, and persuaded him several times to burn Hua Ting together but refused, so he had to let Hua Ting go.
"Don't tell third brother about this..." Hua Ting repeatedly instructed Xue Ling before entering the mansion.
Xue Ling picked his ears and said, "I know, I've said it several times, and I still say it."
Hua Ting knows that Xue Ling is a man of faith, so it doesn't matter if she is rejected, as long as Xue Ling helps her keep the secret.
Ouyang Ji, who had already returned home, waited until the sun went down before finally waiting for Hua Ting and Xue Ling to come back, and greeted them with a dark face.
Ouyang Ji's eyes fell on Hua Ting, his eyes were as cold as ice.
"Su Bendao has been waiting for my sister for a long time. If someone from the Su family hadn't come to find him back, I'm afraid he would have lived in the Hua family."
Hua Ting, "..."
(End of this chapter)
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