On the left side of the stairs on the second floor is the gallery, on the right is the library, and the master room (this is the room for me and Lena). Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

When I entered the door of the library, I saw three rows of bookshelves on the right hand side of the door, and the shelves were full of old books, which I heard had been placed here since the day the villa was built. As soon as Singh heard that it was a book from more than 200 years ago, he went to look through them with great interest, saying that it was a treasure hunt to see if there were any ancient books, and Lena happily joined him.

And I, Xiaopi, and Haoyan sat on the three bay windowsills facing the bookshelf, looking out the window, a green forest, blue sky, white clouds, and warm sunlight. The three of us sunbathed with laughter until Singh and Lena were tired and wanted to join us in the sun. According to them, the books here are relatively commonplace, such as fairy tales for children, picture books, and prose fiction books.

Leaving the library, we headed to the gallery, where a somewhat moldy wooden easel was placed by the window. The walls of the gallery are covered with oil paintings, including still lifes, landscapes, and a few portraits. One of the close-ups caught my attention, it was a portrait of a little girl with curly blond hair, with a round face, a shallow smile, and innocent eyes, which made it impossible to look away.

"Beautiful, isn't she? She's the daughter of the twelfth Viscount of Shanshaw, Miss Primla. At some point, Grandma Betty stood beside me and explained.

"This is a handwriting by Viscount Shanshov. Grandma Betty pointed to the lower right corner of the drawing, on which was written "for_my_dear_daughte--Sykes" with a pen

"Sykes?" I read.

"Well, that's his name. Just as I was about to talk to Grandma Betty about the painting, Grandma Betty turned around and said in a loud voice, "All right, young man, let's visit here today." Everyone is tired, let's go to the lounge on the first floor, and I'll make you a good cup of tea. ”

Hearing Grandma Betty's words, everyone walked out of the gallery and towards the lounge on the first floor. As soon as I got close to the staircase, I faintly heard the sound of a piano coming from downstairs.

"There was a piano in the lounge, and I think Miss Flinda was playing in it. Grandma Betty, who was at the forefront, said with a smile.

Although I don't know the piano and can't hear what Flinda is playing, I always feel that there seems to be a faint sadness, confusion and confusion in the sound. Was this really the sound that the haughty Flinda played? I couldn't help but be a little surprised.

Our arrival seemed to disturb Flinda's interest, and she stood up from the piano with a blank face, and went straight to the round table by the window and sat down, her cheek in her left hand, and her eyes looking out of the window, as if she did not want to pay attention to anyone. And this time, Singh did not go to Flinda's side to touch the nail, but sat with Haoyan on the three-person sofa next to the door.

When we were all seated, Grandma Betty had already made a cup of chrysanthemum tea for each of us and handed it to us with a smile, even Flinda had not missed it. Politely taking Grandma Betty's black teacup, I gently tasted the chrysanthemum tea, which tasted very sweet, and I couldn't imagine how good the tea made with chrysanthemums alone would taste. Take a closer look at the chrysanthemums in the teacup, the petals are crystal clear, like chrysanthemums blooming in water.

"It's beautiful!" I couldn't help but admire.

"This is a fetal chrysanthemum, which is usually a dried flower bud, and when it is soaked in hot water, it will slowly open in the water, like a flower blooming. Grandma Betty said with a smile.

"Well, it's delicious, Grandma Betty will teach me how to make this tea next time, okay?" replied Lena.

"Hehe, okay, there are such flowers in the back mountain, I'll take you to pick some in a few days. Grandma Betty sat down on a stool in one corner of the room and said, "Then let me tell you about the history of this villa." ”

"One spring about 200 years ago, the daughter of the twelfth Viscount of Xiangshaw, who lived in the Poison Estate, was born and named Primla, which means spring flower. However, Miss Primra's body is very weak and does not adapt to the environment of the Poison Pills Manor, and she often falls ill. In the end, the doctor advised the young lady to move to another villa to recuperate, otherwise she would not live to be ten years old. The Viscount of Xiangshof loved this young lady very much, and did not want her to go too far away from his side. So, this villa was built on this hill. ”

"Is this the Poison Manor where Pi and Xiaoxi live now?" asked Liana in surprise. I looked at Pippy with an inquiring eye, and Pippi shrugged his shoulders to show that he didn't know.

"Hehe, yes. Grandma Betty replied, "Because the thirteenth Viscount of Shanshov died in this villa, the family thinks that everything that has to do with Miss Primra is evil." So he sold all the assets in this town, and the poison manor was sold to a person surnamed Zhong, but no one dared to take over this villa until it was sold to Mr. Hu in the past ten years. ”

"Death?" said Liana, her eyes wide in surprise. At this time, Hao Yan and Singh, who had been sitting lazily on the sofa, also sat up straight, and seemed to be very interested in this matter. Flinda in front of the window was still motionless, looking out the window.

"Well, yes. After the death of the twelfth Viscount of Shanshov, Miss Primra was driven out of the villa by her cousin, the thirteenth Viscount of Shanshov, because Miss Primra had no right of inheritance. The maid, who had grown up with the young lady, could not bear to see her nowhere to go, so she took her home and promised to take care of her all the time. However, Miss Primra, who could not accept the news of her father's death, died that night due to excessive grief, weakness, and overwork. The kind maid went to beg the thirteenth Viscount of Xiangshov, that he would have a funeral and that the body would be laid in the family cemetery, next to the grave of the young lady's mother. However, the viscount rejected the maid and drove her out of the villa. In desperation, the maid had no choice but to bury the young lady's body hastily next to a chrysanthemum field in the back mountain. Grandma Betty breathed slowly and quietly took a sip of tea.

"And then?" asked Liana.

Then, the next morning, the servants found many mud footprints on the floor of the hallway restaurant, Viscount Shanshov strangled to death in bed, and her wife fell headfirst to the ground from the second floor of the master's room, and died in the vegetable garden, clutching tightly a tie in her hand, which was identified as the murder weapon of Viscount Xiangshov. Grandma Betty took another sip of tea and seemed to wait for us to ask questions.

"Did the maid do it?" said Singh this time.

"No, because the maid was so sad that she went down the hill to the little inn owned by her aunt on the day of her burial, and there were many witnesses that night, and she was there to help entertain the guests. Grandma Betty took a sip and replied.

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Well, come on, try to do two shifts a week, it's still slow, but I tried my best.