In the morning, Luo Rao woke up, and she rubbed her eyes. It's strange, she dreamed of Qi Yan yesterday, she quickly reached out and patted her forehead, what were she thinking. This guy hasn't appeared for a long time, and eighty percent of his interest has passed, and he feels that he is not interesting. He seems to be very casual, and I don't know what will be able to get into his eyes in the future.

After Sang Lan served Luo Rao to wash, everything was cleaned up, Luo Rao looked at herself in plain clothes and white clothes, and her heart was blocked. She looked at herself in the mirror, and only a beaded hairpin was on her head, which was quite shiny. She took Sang Lan's hand and said, "You take the silver to do Mama's funeral quietly, and it's better to do it." Since my mother doesn't want me to know, let's pretend I don't know. ”

"The slave will naturally handle it, Miss rest assured." Sang Lan choked, "Miss knows that Madame means to stuff people into your Begonia Courtyard, why don't you tell Madam clearly, even if Madam Yang is not there, it will be difficult for others to replace her." ”

Luo Rao shook her head, "If my mother knew that I knew that Mama Yang was not there, she would definitely come over as soon as possible." If she insists on it, I can't refuse, after all, she is a mother. I just don't like it, I don't want anyone to be involved in our midst. ”

Sang Lan was a little anxious, she always felt that Madame's move was not for the good of Miss, as if she was trying to spy on Miss, but Miss didn't realize the problem yet. She blurted out, "Miss, you have to guard against Madame." ”

After she said it, Luo Rao hurriedly covered her mouth, "What did you say, the wall has ears, you have made an old mistake again." ”

Since Sang Lan opened her mouth, she was not afraid of the next young lady's reprimand, she closed her eyes and resigned herself to her fate: "That's what the slave maid thinks, I want to remind the young lady to be careful, although the slave maid is usually not as smart as Sister Bizhi, but I feel that sometimes it is still very accurate." The slave still wants to ask the young lady to hear it, and the young lady can punish her as much as she wants. ”

Luo Rao patted her head vigorously, "I know what you're talking about, you're still grinding here, delaying Mama's business, I'll settle accounts with you again." ”

Sang Lan was surprised that Miss didn't punish her, so she replied happily and left the Begonia Courtyard quickly.

After she left, Luo Rao still cried, thinking of the care that Mama took for her when she was a child, and she didn't know when Mama left, and she couldn't even send the first seven. She felt that she was so useless that she couldn't even avenge her grandmother.

She wiped away the tears from her face, carefully recalling what Master Gong had told her, that these people had killed Mama to kill her. Since she was a child, she felt that Mama was an ordinary person, although she knew more on weekdays, but it was normal for her to know more when she was older. If she knew any secrets, she didn't believe them, and her grandmother had been with her since she was a child, and she didn't believe that there would be any secrets worth killing someone. What's more, Mama lived a good life in her last life, and she didn't see any dealings with others, so it is doubtful that these can be true.

Luo Rao thought that maybe the adult was mistaken, but looking at his appearance, he was quite serious and serious. Naturally, she wouldn't think that it was because of her identity as the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion that Lord Jing Zhaoyin paid attention to it, could it really be because the secret that Mama concealed was so important that Jing Zhaoyin was alarmed, and they wanted to investigate it strictly? Can't panic, maybe not, she can't mess up first.

She walked to Mama Yang's house, the furnishings in the house were simple and clean, but a table, a bed, a cabinet, and a few chairs were neatly arranged aside, and the decoration was extremely simple, just a few flowers were inserted in the vase, because Mama left, no one had changed the flowers, the fresh petals had become wilted and curled, and some had fallen down, adding a sense of loneliness and quietness.

Luo Rao walked to the dresser and opened the boxes, just simple decorations, and there were no superfluous things. She shook her head, sighed, and groped her way along the edge of the dresser, and walked to the closet, which opened it, and there were folded boards of neat clothes, arranged according to the season. At this time, she realized that Mama didn't have much clothes for each season, she covered her mouth, and tears welled up again.

blame her for being too careless, blame her for being too careless, blame her for not knowing how to care about her grandmother. Mama takes care of her very well on weekdays, but she only knows that she enjoys Mama's care and love in peace, and she doesn't care about these details, and she doesn't even know that Mama has few clothes. She touched the wooden cabinet, inch by inch, upward, fingers brushing over the simple clothes.

Luo Rao picked up a winter coat, she remembered that her grandmother's craftsmanship was the best, but this one in her hand seemed to be rushed out temporarily, and the stitches were not made carefully and neatly enough. Although the location is just right, it is really more than a little worse than the clothes that Mama made for herself before. She cried twice urgently, and quickly wiped away her tears, "It's all bad for Auntie." ”

She took out another piece of clothing, only to be attracted by the delicate black lacquered wooden box inside. Luo Rao reached out and took out the box, opened it with doubts, and only put a small piece of cloth, which was covered with yellow stains, which must be old. She opened the cloth, and there was only a pattern drawn on it with red paint, and she saw the wings and the pointed beak, and guessed that the upper part of the pattern was an eagle with wings outstretched, and the bottom part was blurry, like a sea of flowers.

Although Luo Rao recognized it as an eagle, she was surprised that the painting method was not quite the same as the painting technique she usually saw. Although it was different, she had some familiar feelings about this pattern, where had she seen it? After thinking about it, she still didn't remember, but subconsciously felt that she should have seen it.

She looked around and placed one of the pieces in the dresser in the black lacquered wooden box, then put the box back in its place and closed the cupboard. Hide the cloth on your body and close the door to Mama's room. After seeing that there was no one else around, he was relieved to leave.

Luo Rao always felt that Mama's death was inseparable from the cloth in her hand, what secrets Mama had hidden, and it was worth these people to kill her. She sighed, she really didn't know much about Mama, she only knew that Mama's rules were much stronger than others, and she complained hard because she couldn't learn well when she was a child. She only knew that although Mama was strict with her, she was indeed extremely loving.

This kind of thing, Jing Zhaoyin alone must not work, they always have their own plans. Besides, if they really find out the murderer, and the murderer is more powerful, these people who are officials are the most slippery, how can they chase the murderer with all their heart, and there is always an excuse that they can't take it. Jing Zhaoyin's attitude was also a little strange, he was too polite, and he was too humble to her, I don't know what he was trying to do, so she had to guard against it.

There is a saying that Gong Jian is right, that is, the murderer is too difficult to find. Hidden secrets, patterns that have never been seen, are all mysteries. But no matter how difficult it is, she must find out the cause of Mama's death, see who killed Mama, and let him kill to pay for his life!