Chapter 12: Hidden in the Umbrella

"Miss, why do I think you have an extra umbrella?" Fu's mother asked as she cleaned up the house. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

"What's the matter, Mom, you must be misremembering." Fu Jiaojiao was sloppy.

After she got the paper umbrella last time, she casually threw it and her own umbrella together, but she didn't expect that as soon as Fu's mother came over today, she found more things.

"Mom, although I'm old, I have a good memory!" Especially about Fu Jiaojiao, she doesn't keep anything in her mind and in her heart.

Whether there is an extra paper umbrella or not, she can still be sure.

"We didn't bring this one." Mother Fu picked up the umbrella that Fu Jiaojiao had gotten from Shen San before, and then said with disgust: "The pattern on this is really rustic, our Fujia Village didn't use this pattern twenty years ago." ā€

"And ......" Fu's mother's expression suddenly became a lot more solemn: "There is a lot of blood on this umbrella!" ā€

"Miss, do you know where this umbrella came from?"

"Mom, are you sure there's blood on it?" Fu Jiaojiao asked, picked up the paper umbrella again, and examined it carefully.

"Look at the tip of this umbrella, the material is bronze, but it is stained with too much blood and turned black, and just the traces on it, this umbrella was stained with blood at least five days ago." Mother Fu sniffed it again and said affirmatively.

Fu Jiaojiao remembered that the first time she saw Shen San was four days ago......

Could it be that this umbrella was stained with blood the day before?

"Miss, look at it again, this umbrella is not so simple, there is also a mechanism here, if I didn't guess wrong, this organ should be from the Tang family in Shuxi, this thin umbrella bone, at least three thin swords and tens of thousands of thin needles are hidden in it, it should be the 'leopard in the tube' that Tang Song, the head of the Tang family was good at more than 20 years ago, once it is matched, it is really difficult." Fu's mother opened several organs of this umbrella one by one, demonstrated it to Fu Jiaojiao, and then pointed to one place and said: "Tang and Song Dynasty have a habit, once it is their own proud work, they will inevitably leave their names in hidden places, although it has been a long time, but this name can still be vaguely seen." ā€

Fu Jiaojiao took a closer look, and sure enough, she saw the two small words "Tang and Song" on the handle of the umbrella.

"A leopard in a tube?" Fu Jiaojiao was puzzled: "But isn't this technique lost?" ā€

When the head of the Tang family was suddenly killed, he had not passed on this craft to future generations, which made many people regret it.

"It's true that it's lost, but this umbrella should have been made more than 20 years ago, so it makes sense." Mother Fu put the umbrella away, and her expression was rare with some sternness: "Miss, can you tell your mother where this umbrella came from?" ā€

It's a tricky thing, and if its original owner knows it's here, it's going to cause a lot of trouble.

"I bought it at an umbrella shop." Fu Jiaojiao lowered her eyebrows and said softly, this matter is her fault.

The umbrella was brought back by her, but she didn't check it carefully, if it weren't for Fu's mother's carefulness, maybe someone else would come to the door, and she would still be in the clouds!

It's just that Shen San, what does it mean to give her this umbrella?

It would be too self-righteous to say that he was the flower thief who gave her his weapon to her.

If not, then what's going on with this umbrella.

You can't always use the word "coincidence" to explain everything.

"What umbrella shop, I remember that I didn't have this umbrella a few days ago, but you went out again, miss?" Fu's mother immediately sensed that something was wrong.

"Ahem, Mom, I suddenly felt a little dizzy, I think I didn't sleep well yesterday, so it's better for me to go and rest first." When Fu Jiaojiao saw Fu's mother's posture, she knew that she would dig deeper into this matter today, and it was estimated that she would inevitably talk for a while, and hurriedly made a shaky appearance.

Mother Fu still eats her set, although she knows that her acting content is higher, but she can't bear to really make her uncomfortable.

Lying on the bed, Fu Jiaojiao tossed and turned twice, and finally couldn't hold back, and whispered: "Mom, don't cry." ā€

Although Fu's mother didn't cry out loud, but the facial features of people who practice martial arts are already a little more sensitive than others, and Fu Jiaojiao's attention has always been on her, so naturally there is no reason not to be aware.

"Miss, I know you dislike your mother for being old, so you don't want to talk to your mother about anything." Mother Fu said in a choked voice.

"What's the matter?" Fu Jiaojiao lifted the quilt and came down, and when she saw Fu's mother's red eyes, she was immediately distressed: "Mom, it's all Jiaojiao's fault, Jiaojiao will never hide it from you anymore." ā€

"That's what you said last time." Fu's mother said.

"This time I will definitely do what I say, I didn't think about it, Mom, don't blame Jiaojiao, otherwise Jiaojiao will want to cry." As soon as the words fell, Fu Jiaojiao's tears fell down.

"I'm so delicate, don't cry, don't cry." Fu's mother looked distressed, and she couldn't take care of herself, so she took out a handkerchief and wiped Fu Jiaojiao's tears.

It's just that these tears seem to have no end, and they can't be wiped all the time.

"Mom is not angry, Jiaojiao is not crying." Fu Jiaojiao said with a crying voice.

"Mom is not angry, not angry." Fu's mother said again and again.

"Really?" Fu Jiaojiao raised her tearful eyes and glanced at Fu's mother a little timidly.

Just this glance, it made Fu's mother's heart melt.

"Really, my good lady, go and rest, don't cry anymore, otherwise your eyes will be swollen and you won't be beautiful."

Fu Jiaojiao saw that Fu's mother had forgotten what happened before, so she hiccuped contentedly and lay back on the bed.

Mother Fu looked at Fu Jiaojiao's figure and couldn't help but sigh.

She's so old that she can't even cry.

When she walked out of the room, she saw Fu Bo standing in the doorway.

Fu Bo glanced at her eyes that were still a little red, and said clearly: "Did you lose this time?" ā€

Mother Fu nodded and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Miss's appearance, don't talk about tears, even if your eyes are red, I can't stand it." ā€

"I know what kind of bitter trick you use for this, she is much more powerful than us." Uncle Fu naturally took Fu's mother's hand and asked, "Where did you pinch yourself just now, did it hurt?" ā€

"I'm thick-skinned, where will it hurt." Mother Fu's hand broke free slightly, and when she saw that she couldn't break free, she was led by him.

"Your temperament, if you don't have a heavy hand, where can you shed tears." The old husband and wife, Uncle Fu naturally knows her character very well.

"I recently discovered a way to hide some onion juice between my fingers, which is more useful than pinching my thighs."

"Then I'll try it next time."

"I'll tell you, you must not put too much onion juice, and then your hand must touch your eyes when you are not paying attention, so that you can be fast and accurate so as not to be discovered by the young lady." Fu's mother teaches experience.

"But every time Miss sheds tears, she is faster than us, we haven't succeeded for so many years."

"Maybe one day it'll be successful?"

"What you say is reasonable, old woman!"