Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 221 The old lady has died (1)
Yun Wanqin felt relieved, without further words, she led Miaoer away first.

But she said that Lianniang asked Sister Dong to find a reliable underground pawn shop today, so as not to have long days and dreams, she quickly pawned all the treasures in that box, and now she is holding a large-denomination bank note in Jiaoyue Pavilion , Looked and looked, wanted to find a secret place to put it, the eight-treasure cabinet was too eye-catching, the dowry box was not tight enough, and under the bed board I was afraid that the hands and feet of the servants would be dirty, so they stole it when cleaning the bed for myself.

Lianiang searched for a long time but couldn't find the place, and suddenly remembered that there was a safe place in the small courtyard, which was mentioned by the master, so she hurried to put the banknote there.

As soon as I got back to my bedroom, the nanny came to the west courtyard and said that it was Mrs. Tong who asked her to come over.Lianiang hurriedly agreed in a tender voice in the room: "Okay, I will tidy up and go over immediately."

On the side of the low fence outside the Jiaoyue Pavilion, Yun Wanqin saw Lianiang leaving with Sister Dong, and whispered to Miao'er: "There is no one inside right now, you look outside, I will go in and look. "

Miao Er was taken aback: "What are you looking for, Miss?"

Yun Wanqin only smiled: "Murongtai sent her such a big box, do you think she has a place to put it? The goal is so big, I don't feel at ease where to put it! It's better to exchange it for silver or bank notes!"

Miao Er was relieved.

Yun Wanqin went into the small courtyard and went straight to Lianiang's bedroom. She also had a small treasury, so she naturally knew where the money was safest, but she searched several places and found nothing. She hesitated for a while. Silver bills?
Just about to go out first, Yun Wanqin thought of a place in Jiaoyue Pavilion in a flash of her mind.

Jiaoyue Pavilion is one of the first courtyards repaired by craftsmen after the Yun family took root in Yejing. It was originally Yun Xuanchang's study for more than ten years.Although Yun Xuanchang asked his family to repair it because Lianiang moved in, but apart from the bedrooms, the side rooms, corridors, and walls are still mottled and yellowed, with traces of old history.

Yun Wanqin remembered that when she was very young, because of Bai's arrival, there was a gap between her father and mother, and her father doted on his concubine and ignored his wife, and rarely came to Xu's yard.Gradually, Mrs. Xu became cold-hearted, and often took her daughter to Jiaoyue Pavilion when her husband was not in use of the study, and spent the day looking for a few books in the study. The square red oak small table is near the window to listen to the rain, enjoy the sun, read books, recite poems and practice calligraphy.

Xu's heartache for her husband's fickleness and betrayal was all transferred to her daughter. In this study, she wholeheartedly taught her to read and write, paint and play the piano, and only wanted to cultivate her into a scholarly, witty and polite lady.

This can be regarded as the only memory of mother and daughter comforting and warming each other during the years of being treated coldly and semi-abandoned.

Lianianang's current bedroom is exactly the main study room where the books were originally piled up. When Yun Wanqin walked out, she could even vaguely see the young figure of her mother on the big kang in front of the window, clear and plump. , resting his chin, smiling, with two dimples on his cheeks, the same as his own, opening and closing his lips facing the opposite side of the low table, as if he was teaching his young self to read the Three Character Classic, Thousand Character Classic, Disciple Rules, 24 Filial piety even enhances virtuous writing.

Words seem to be able to purify people's hearts and make people forget the disturbances of the secular world. Whenever she faces her, the helplessness and sadness of the unlucky marriage can't be seen on the mother's face at all.

"Mother..." Yun Wanqin froze in her steps, facing the empty air in front of the window, she let out a cry from the bottom of her heart.

Because of this, after Xu's death, Yun Wanqin never entered the Jiaoyue Pavilion again. Here, the mother's shadow is too strong, and it is easy to touch the scene and hurt her feelings. Even after being reborn, she has never been here.

After Mrs. Xu passed away, her body was encoffined. After several days in the capital, the coffin was brought back to Taizhou, the ancestral home of the Yun family. For Yun Wanqin, who was only eight years old, it was like a trance. Meng, now that I think about it, I really regret it. She was so cowardly in her previous life. She couldn't believe that her mother was gone like this. When her mother stopped in the hall of Ling's house, she didn't dare to go up to look at her mother's body before it was sealed. On the day Fu Bi left the city and returned to her hometown, because Yun Jin was seriously ill, she stayed at home to take care of her, let alone seeing her off.

If she had to do it all over again, even if she went back to the day when Xu's body returned to her hometown, she would definitely have a good time to see her mother a few more times!

Yun Wanqin put away her sentimentality and thoughts, and hurriedly walked, still not forgetting the purpose of coming to the Jiaoyue Pavilion, she left the bedroom, turned a corner, and walked to the door of a small side room next to her.

As expected, a small silver lock was hung on the door latch of the side room, and the room was locked tightly.

This room is now the place where the sundries are piled up in the Jiaoyue Pavilion. When Xu Shi was still there, it was the lounge next to the study. Sometimes the master would rest in it when he was tired from reading or doing business. When Yun Wanqin was young, he copied it Tired of copying and yawning again and again, Mrs. Xu would smile lovingly, put down the scroll in her hand, and together with her maid, would carry her beloved daughter to the next ear room for a rest.

If things go on like this, Yun Wanqin has a clear understanding of the corners, corners and corners of this side room!

It was never locked before, now it's just a place of clutter, why lock it?

The luster of the silver lock is bright, it is a new lock, obviously it has just been installed.

Yun Wanqin became more determined, looked left and right, ran to the courtyard, in late autumn and early winter, under a towering old tung tree that was almost losing its leaves, there were some branches and leaves that hadn't come yet, remember to clean them up.

She picked a branch that looked thick and straight, and broke it with three or four minutes of strength. The branch was very strong, it didn't break, and it just fit. She went back and poked the tip of the branch into the keyhole. Liu turned to the left for a while, but it was no good, then turned to the right for half a circle, and twisted back and forth a few times, and finally heard a slight "Gada", the lock fell, and the door opened.

Yun Wanqin stepped in quickly and closed the door. The interior of the side room was similar to the layout many years ago. There was an arhat couch for people to rest on, a mahogany table, and a decorative plum vase, but there were some piles of unused bedding sheets and other sundries piled up .

In the corner of the ear room, there is an unremarkable half-adult-high vertical cabinet, which is still the same as it was many years ago.

She walked over and calmly moved the cabinet away. At first glance, there was nothing on the white wall behind the cabinet, but upon closer inspection, she found shallow lines on all sides, like a huge square carved on the wall. If you touch the lines carefully, you will find that it looks like a recessed square groove, which is integrated with the wall, like a drawer embedded in the wall.

But this "drawer" has no keyhole, and there is no tool that can be opened. Unless the wall is broken, there is no way to start.

Yun Wanqin turned her head, and on the west wall, there was still a picture scroll of a lion descending the mountain. Although it was slightly yellowed with the age, the picture scroll was covered with a layer of dust, but the pattern was still clearly visible. The expression of the male lion is lifelike, its majestic eyes, its white fangs that frighten the beasts, and its raised claws seem to be sternly and fiercely staring at the comer outside the painting.

(End of this chapter)