After Xu Huaigu returned from Princess Cangyang's Mansion, he immediately returned to his temporary home in the south.
One south and one north, in fact, it is a long journey in the big city of Xingqing, about four miles.
On his way back, Xu Huaigu went to the place where he saw the mysterious woman in white last time, but he didn't see that person. Instead, there was a woman in black sitting there, with the same oil-paper umbrellas in front of her.
The woman in black is obviously not the woman in white from last time. She had no interest in oil-paper umbrellas at all. The umbrellas that the woman in white regarded as treasures were placed haphazardly on the ground. She was also wearing a black hat, making it difficult to see her face.
Xu Huaigu glanced at it from a distance and did not dare to go forward, so he returned home.
He has been at Princess Cangyang's mansion for the past five days to inquire about the situation, leaving early and returning late every day. But he didn't want Yu Qin to know that he was related to the royal family. After all, the death of Yu Qin's father was related to the imperial court, so he made up a random reason, saying that he was looking for ways to make money outside.
As soon as he returned home, he saw a snow-white figure squatting in the corner, which was very eye-catching in the gray and dilapidated yard.
He took a closer look and realized it was Ping Cui. She was wearing new white clothes today and came to Granny Qin's house again.
She squatted there and shouted at a small red flower in the corner of Granny Qin's yard: "Sister Yu, come and see! This red flower is so beautiful!"
Yu Qin hurried out of the house. When she went out, she saw Xu Huaigu who had just returned. She lowered her head and said softly to him: "You're back?"
Xu Huaigu nodded and said nothing more.
Yu Qin walked to Pingcui and watched Pingcui looking at the flower as if making a fuss, but her eyes were a little evasive and lonely.
Yu Qin's mood has not been very high these days, and Xu Huaigu knows what she is thinking.
It's just that Yu An's death is lingering in his heart and can't be dissipated. The better her life is now, and the more people around her care about her, the more she will think of her father, and the more guilty and painful she will feel.
I still can't get rid of this heartache.
Xu Huaigu was also helpless, and he was indeed not very good at this aspect. It's not like he didn't persuade Yu Qin, but with little effect.
Who doesn’t know the simple truth? It’s just much more difficult to put it into practice.
In the past few days, Granny Qin seemed to have noticed something wrong with Yu Qin's mood.
She was also a little curious, but because Yu Qin and Xu Huaigu said that this matter was related to the death of the Yu family's father, it was difficult to ask.
Pingcui seemed to be particularly happy today, with a smile on her face. She said to Xu Huaigu, "Brother Yu, do you think my new clothes look good?"
Brother Yu... even this name is still a pseudonym.
Xu Huaigu smiled bitterly and looked at Ping Cui's snow-white coat and skirt. It had silver edges and was indeed very beautiful. It is especially suitable to complement the innocent temperament of the little girl Pingcui.
He was a little confused. This dress was obviously very expensive. How could it be worn on Pingcui, who was not well off?
But he just thought about it and would not ask such a question.
He then followed Pingcui's wishes and praised, "Of course the clothes are beautiful, but little Pingcui is even prettier!"
After hearing this, Pingcui felt happy, her little face was flushed, and she looked very cute.
Granny Qin also walked out of the house at this time, and said to Xu Huaigu with a smile on her lips: "Smooth talk is not a good thing. Tell me honestly how many girls have you deceived outside? But Cui'er's beautiful words are still right. Yes, after all, Cui'er is beautiful to begin with."
When Yu Qin heard Xu Huaigu being ridiculed, she finally smiled lightly, but then another person entered the room.
Granny Qin watched Yu Qin enter the house and winked at Xu Huaigu.
Xu Huaigu walked over helplessly.
Granny Qin asked curiously: "Tell me, what's going on between that girl and you? Don't lie to me, I've long seen that you and that girl are not brothers and sisters. How could there be such an estranged brother and sister? That girl and What is your relationship? If you want to say it, tell me. If you don’t want to say it, I won’t ask again."
Xu Huaigu thought for a moment and felt helpless. He eventually told the whole story, but changed many key parts. For example, he described the pursuit of the officers and soldiers as the pursuit of wild beasts, and he did not mention Yu Qin's mysterious bag.
He didn't know how much Granny Qin believed it. With Xu Huaigu's qualifications, he was far from guessing what a person of Granny Qin's age was thinking.
After hearing his story, Granny Qin seemed a little touched and said to him: "Well, most people in the world are like this. They are most easily troubled by thoughts in their hearts. The human heart is the biggest rope that binds people. In fact, why bother? ?Since Yu An is willing to die, isn't that a relief for him?
Some people might as well die a worthy death if they live full of guilt. Don't worry, I will have a good talk with the girl about this. "
Grandma Qin said with a smile: "At this age, I don't have anything else but my words and the truth I have figured out."
Xu Huaigu thanked him happily: "Thank you so much, Granny Qin."
Pingcui was tired of looking at the red flower and said to Granny Qin, "Grandma, what are you talking about?"
Granny Qin replied: "It's nothing. The food is almost ready now. Let's have dinner first."
Pingcui was a little embarrassed and said: "But I have to go back. I ran out secretly this time. If I don't go back, my father will probably scold me again. Besides, I also want to go back quickly to show them my new clothes." Here are the clothes.”
Xu Huaigu asked in confusion: "Didn't your parents buy this dress?"
Pingcui raised the hem of her little coat and said happily: "No, I met a good sister in white clothes on the way here. The sister in white clothes was also very beautiful, and she met me He said he liked me very much, and then gave me this dress. I thought it was very expensive, so I didn't want it, but the sister insisted on giving it to me, so I had no choice but to accept it."
The woman in white again?
Xu Huaigu had an inexplicable premonition in his heart.
He walked up to Ping Cui, knelt down and looked at the little coat and skirt carefully.
The little coat and skirt are just very delicate, not a treasure like a robe.
He smelled the little coat and skirt again, and his face began to look a little ugly.
There is a very light tung oil aroma on the skirt of the coat.
Although the taste is very light, Xu Huaigu can still detect it. Tung oil is an essential material for making oil-paper umbrellas.
Xu Huaigu was in great confusion.
There is no such coincidence in the world. Nine times out of ten, it was the woman in white who knitted the oil-paper umbrella who gave Pingcui new clothes.
Is she deliberately touching herself?
What is her intention in doing this?
as well as……
Who is she?
Fantasy will never give you an answer.
Xu Huaigu was confused. When he turned his head, he accidentally saw the red flower growing in the corner that Pingcui had been looking at before.
Remember, this flower didn’t even exist yesterday, but it grew so tall in one day?
The flowers are as bright as blood, and the petals are scattered in all directions in filaments.
It's the flower of the other side.
The flower of the other shore only grows in places where yin is extremely prevalent. Some people say that the place where the flower of the other shore blooms in large areas is the entrance to the netherworld.
Grandma Qin said that candles must not be lit at night. Is it weird?
Xu Huaigu felt a chill running down his spine.
Also, what is going on in the palace? Why is Bai Xiaoyu in Xingqing?
There are more and more mysteries, and Xu Huaigu feels that he is trapped in a huge puzzle.
He couldn't find the exit.
He cannot see the light.
