Outsiders also have golden fingers

Before Xiaojun could think clearly, the scene suddenly changed and he was standing in an unfamiliar yard again.

This courtyard is not an independent house. It should be in the inner house of some family, just like his Baishi Inn.

And the surroundings were quiet, nothing could be seen except trees, and no human sounds could be heard.

The architecture of the courtyard is quite beautiful, but there is no sound or popularity at all. But why is there the smell of sandalwood and smoke of fireworks in the air?Like the atmosphere of Taoist temples and temples?
The three main rooms were all dark, with only the yellowish candlelight coming from the west wing. Standing outside the window was a young man wearing night clothes. His back was thin and tall, and he looked familiar.

He reached out and tapped on the window, and a young woman's horrified voice came from inside the room: "Who? Who is it?"

"Miss Du, it's me, Yan Chengfeng, who's here to see you. Please open the door!"

Yan Chengfeng?It's actually Yan Chengfeng?Why did he come here?

No wonder he asked Zhu Gang to draw him a map of Chengen Palace and mark out the more remote courtyards. It turned out that he was really useful.

There was silence in the room for a while, and the window was lifted up. Under the candlelight, a beautiful figure of a woman could be seen. Yan Chengfeng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he was safe.

"Young Master Yan, I will live the rest of my life as an ancient Buddha with a green lantern. My children and grandchildren will be full of me and I will have a bright future. From now on, bridges will lead to bridges and roads will return. Young Master, please go back and never come again."

Xiaojun was a little surprised. Why was this voice so familiar?But the helplessness and sadness in those words were unlike anyone else in his life.

"Miss Du, please open the door, I have something to say face to face.

Don't worry, my people are guarding me outside, so you don't have to worry about anything. You also know my character well and won't do anything abrupt. "

"Miss, Mr. Yan is a good man. It's not easy for him to enter the house at night. If someone is guarding you, you don't have to worry about them finding out. Just let him in."

this?Isn't this the sound of green grass?Although he was much older and no longer as soft and sweet as the girl's voice, he was born with a very strong memory and could still recognize that it was the sound of green grass.

"Okay, Sister Qingcao, go and open the door."

ah?It is indeed green grass!
Xiaojun was horrified to remember who Miss Du's voice sounded like. It sounded like Ling'er!And her surname is also Du!

It's just that Ling'er is underage, her voice is childish and innocent, and she has a smart and lively temperament, and she always speaks with a bit of joy, so he doesn't feel it!

The door creaked open, and he followed Yan Chengfeng in unconsciously. The room was plain and simple.

There are only two narrow and simple wooden beds and two boxes. There is a small table between the two beds, a washbasin stand in the corner, and the bedding and curtains are all very plain cloth.

With just this little furniture, the room is almost full, but where are the people?

Yan Chengfeng shouted, and two women came out from behind the door, bowing their heads and saluting Yan Chengfeng.

Both of them were wearing linen and plain clothes, and their hair was simply tied back with a ribbon. Except for the fact that they didn't lose their hair, they were almost no different from monks.

The two of them raised their heads, and Xiaojun was shocked. They looked exactly like Qingcao and Ling'er in adulthood!

Ling'er already looks like a girl. It turns out that she has grown up to be so beautiful.

She has black hair like clouds, a radiant face, and a slender figure. Her linen clothes cannot hide her beauty, but she looks lonely and sad, as if she has spent her whole life at a young age.This is definitely not the lively, smart, bold, careful and resourceful Ling'er. Although the two look exactly the same, Xiaojun is already sure that she is not Ling'er, but Miss Du.

No matter what happens, Ling'er will never behave like this!

She will resist and make trouble, she will try her best to change her destiny, push herself to the extreme and even die with her enemies, but she will never accept her fate and sink like this.

Xiaojun's heart calmed down, and he thought of a possibility. Since she was also Miss Du and was born in Pingshun House, could it be that Ling'er had a twin sister?Why have you never heard anyone say it?
Qingcao is indeed Qingcao, not only does she look the same, but she also looks very similar, and Miss Du just called her Qingcao sister.

She looked to be in her 20s, but there was already a sense of vicissitudes in her expression, and there was actually a scar on her face. What had she experienced?
Didn't she always live with everyone in Chang'an City?But why is this the case?Why are you following this Miss Du?
If the dream is true, what happened to the aunt's family?Could it be that the Pingding Hou Mansion discovered it?

Yan Chengfeng was furious: "Why are you in such a situation? Those mother and daughter are simply disgusting!
Come on, come with me now. I see you have nothing worth bringing, so there’s no need to pack it up. Just leave! "

"Mr. Yan! Don't force me. The Queen Mother has ordered her to wear sackcloth and live as a vegetarian for the rest of her life. She can't leave this courtyard for the rest of her life. Aren't you trying to kill her?"

Miss Du was very calm: "It's not convenient to entertain guests here. Qingcao, you go boil water and make tea. Mr. Yan, please come with me."

After saying that, he invited Mr. Yan to the upper room, but Mr. Yan seemed to insist on finding out their living conditions. He followed the green grass to the east wing and lit the candlestick. There was a simple stove in it.

There is a simple stove, cups and dishes, teapots and pots by the window. There is a pile of firewood in the corner. There is a square table and two stools against the wall, but there are no ingredients. It seems that they can only boil water and warm rice.

Mr. Yan looked ugly. He followed Miss Du to the upper room and lit the candlestick. The furnishings of the living room in front of him were also very simple. There were only a table, two chairs and a bookshelf, with candlesticks and pens, ink, paper and inkstones.

Mr. Yan looked through it with a sullen face. The bookshelf was filled with various Buddhist scriptures, pens, inks, papers and inkstones. There was a half-copied Buddhist scripture on the table.

Xiaojun was surprised to find that this Miss Du was better at Mandarin than any of them!

He went to the west room with a sullen face. There were only shrines, futons and a shelf for placing scented wax paper candles and offerings.

The same goes for the east room, except that the shrine is replaced by the tablet of Ning Jiangsong.

Yan Chengfeng slapped the table: "Are these two bad old ladies torturing you like this? What does Ning Jiangsong's death have to do with you? You weren't the one who killed him!"

Xiaojun thought to himself, of course it was not Miss Du who killed her, but you, that's why she ended up in this situation.

But then I thought, if Ning Jiangsong had not died, would Miss Du have to live her whole life with this stupid, bad, and evil old man?

What's more, she looks exactly the same as Ling'er, and is most likely a twin sister, which is really unbearable.

It's really better to kill Ning Jiangsong and make him a widow, but now the situation doesn't seem to be much better.

The Pingshun Marquis Mansion has fallen into decline, and that father is worse than not having him at all, with no one to back him up.

Miss Du smiled bitterly and said nothing, Qingcao said angrily:

"The old lady said that the young lady is an unlucky person, and that is why her son was killed before entering the bridal chamber, so he did this to the young lady!

Even three meals a day are only enough to fill the stomach, and they are even thinner than what a nun eats! "