I dizzy, as if I went back to every time I was a child, my grandmother punished me for self-cultivation in the meditation room, I was so hungry, I fell asleep in a daze, and then I was found out by Han's mother, and the fault was gone, and the next day I could continue to do whatever I wanted, lawless. At that time, my father was an official in the capital, and my mother and sister followed me in office, and my grandmother took pity on me when I was a child, and my parents were not around, but they always loved me very much.www.biquge.info

Later, when she got sick and I grew up, I stayed at the bedside every day, watching her gradually withering arms, always trying to divide a little bit of her round flesh and add it to her, so that she could catch me as naughty every time she caught me as before, and grabbed me with both hands like a chick and lifted me up to my ass.

I murmured, wanting to reach out again to shake her always warm and dry hand, but after all, I fluttered and scratched the air, sweating on my body, and a voice in my heart was strongly telling that she was long gone, but my mouth didn't want to admit it.

"Grandmother ......"

I shouted, and gradually woke up, and a room of people in front of me hurriedly stepped forward, one touched my head, and the other pulled up the hand that was on the side of the bed and pressed his fingers: "Second Miss is fine, and she will be fine in two more days."

Doctor Feng said, pointed to Gu Shaoqing, who was anxious next to him, and said, "Can I continue to apply the needle now?" Breaking the needle in the middle of the process is a big taboo, and this is the first time I have seen a patient like you. ”

As soon as he said this, I followed Dr. Feng's gaze and just looked over, it turned out that I had returned to the embroidery building, and Zhu Shifang was on the side of the house, and even my sister who had locked me up was waiting anxiously there, and it was Gu Shaoqing who was injured and had not recovered from touching my head.

"Senior Brother ......"

I screamed like this, and I always felt that everything in front of me was so unreal. The murmur of my grandmother sounded in my ears again: "Grandma, tell you a story." Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, fall asleep right away. "Was it true that such a gentle and loving grandmother was killed? My heart shuddered, and even began to tremble slightly.

"Ah Zhao, Ah Zhao, what's wrong with you? Doctor Feng, Doctor Feng......" Gu Shaoqing stroked my forehead and shouted urgently.

"I'll come ......" my sister pushed aside everyone and walked straight to the edge of the bed and sat down, picked up my trembling body and comforted me softly: "It's okay, it's okay, my sister was originally afraid that something would happen at home, so she hid you." I didn't think I almost hurt you, it was my mistake. Zhao is not afraid, you are safe, don't be afraid ......"

"Ah Zhao, don't be afraid, the murderer of Laifu has been found, it is Chen Qing, the porter of the family, and the people from the police station have closed the case and taken him away. We'll all be here with you, don't you say Brother Fang? Haizhu also sat down, holding my hand with a worried face.

The people from the police station arrested Chen Qing? Could that porter, who is always smiling, be the murderer of Rifle? If I had said this a day ago, I would have believed such a statement, but now, seeing with my own eyes the murder of the little girl who delivered the letter, I would not believe it anyway. I closed my eyes tiredly, opened them again, my eyes were much clearer, and I turned my head and asked my sister, "Where is Mama Han?" Where did Mama Han go? ”

"She was called away by the police for questioning, and Xiaoqing in the pulp washing room died." Shifang answered for his sister.

This time, the feared thing finally happened, one after another deaths, the man in black who disappeared, and Chen Qing, who became a scapegoat.

"Sister, Chen Qing is not a murderer, is he?"

I asked.

"Ah Zhao, we don't have evidence now." My sister said.

"But is that just a scapegoat?"

"No, I have already told my father. He went to Mr. Yaoshan for help. ”

Teacher? Only then did it occur to me that the teacher had a wide range of contacts in Nanjing, and there was no one he was not familiar with in politics, agriculture and industry, so he must have a broader path. Thinking of this, he thought of his grandmother again, and hurriedly asked Dr. Feng: "Mr. Feng, may I ask what kind of poison I have?"

"Poison, Ah Zhao, why do you say that?" My sister asked excitedly.

"Isn't it poison? I've smelled agarwood with my grandmother before, and it's not so sweet. ”

My sister turned around strangely, trying to find Dr. Feng who was standing next to her to give an accurate answer.

Doctor Feng nodded and began to state: "Yes, the second young lady inhaled a slight amount of foreign gold pollen. After grinding, this flower is mixed into agarwood, which is easy to be noticed, but after a long time, it accumulates in the body together with the gas of agarwood, which will gradually cause the failure of people's internal organs and six internal organs, and die of old age. ”

Functional failure, old age and death.

Dr. Feng's words sounded in the silent room, these eight words were the answer given by the doctor when his grandmother died three years ago. My sister was also muttering those eight words behind me, which seemed to be hundreds of years ago. The villains in the play delicately kill people for unknown hatred, or the intriguing ladies in the Forbidden City kill people without seeing blood...... This is really a long beginning, the world outside the mountain is floating with black light and shadow, and the family inside the house is full of contradictions. There are mountains outside the mountains, and there are seas overseas, and there are turbulent worlds everywhere, and there are endless stories to whimper.

I only feel that since the apprenticeship, all good things have become a thing of the past, and in the new era, new things are growing, and our family is committed to keeping up with the pace of the times, but on the other hand, we are tearing apart the pages of the past in the face of many contradictions. This also includes the past, the absurd and ancient past.

"So what do you mean, Ah Zhao fell unconscious because he inhaled the powder mixed with goldenrod and agarwood, and he wasn't overly frightened?" Gu Shaoqing was keenly aware of the problem, and took out a small section of burned ashes from his hand, "Do you think this is it?" ”

Dr. Feng took the incense ash with a calm face, took it to his nose and sniffed it, and replied, "It is indeed a golden flower."

Everyone gasped when they heard this, it is not strange that there is agarwood incense in the old lady's Buddhist hall, this is a well-known thing, but what is the agarwood incense mixed with foreign gold pollen? How could he be mixed with incense and taken to the forbidden area of Liu's mansion, could it be that someone wanted to put the old lady to death?

Thinking of this, sluggish Ruhai Zhu also felt the seriousness of the problem: "Doctor Feng, Ah Zhao has been there for almost two hours, will she be fine?"

My face was not in any discomfort at this time, except for the previous vertigo. Hearing Hai Zhu say this, her sister also blamed herself: "You take a look at Ah Zhao first."

"Don't worry, I've just seen it, and the second lady only inhaled a small amount, and it's fine. This incense has been left for three years, and the danger is no longer enough. Is the owner of the Zen room who frequented the room three years ago still alive today? ”

"My grandmother has been dead for three years."