The colorful sachets are still so ordinary and inconspicuous.

Lin Wanwan poured out the spices in it again, took off the hairpin on the right side, and looked at the end of the hairpin carefully.

There's still a little bit of black on the top, is it because of something that has been dialed here?

And if that's the case, then Aunt Qing wants to ask her for help?

Someone is going to poison her and the fetus in her womb?!

Lin Wanwan thought about it for a while, and used the silver hairpin to carefully pick at those dried petals, and finally focused on the starry powder.

The powder is not gray, at first glance, it looks like the dried flowers have weathered and fallen off after a long time, but now she looks closely at the edges of the dried flowers. Even if this thing has been around for some time, it is still smooth and smooth.

So, it's not falling off!

Lin Wanwan's eyes flashed with surprise, and she was surprised by her guess.

She hadn't looked so closely before, but she had missed this detail.

Thinking about it, she was bold again, and went to smell the faint fragrance again.

How did it feel familiar, as if she could smell this smell often.

When?!

After thinking about it, Lin Wanwan's face changed suddenly, the surprise in her eyes was even worse, and there was an extreme panic on her face that she had never had.

I saw her throw the silver hairpin, and with trembling hands, she turned the entire inside of the sachet over.

On the white satin inside, there is a small Chinese character embroidered with black silk thread.

Lin Wanwan's hands trembled more and more, her fingertips were cold, and the sachet couldn't hold it anymore, and it fell on her skirt.

Beautiful...... Qi Qian...

This is her mother's maiden name!!

She remembers when she was a child when her mother slipped things apart. I have a habit of embroidering my name in a hidden place.

She wondered how the scent could be so familiar, it turned out that she could often smell it on her mother when she was a child.

However, my mother has been gone for a long time, and the smell of this sachet has become extremely weak, and she didn't think about it for a while. This is her mother's favorite scent!!

However, why is the mother's sachet in Aunt Qing's hands?

What does it mean that she secretly stuffed it back for her?!

At first, she noticed that the silver hairpin was discolored. The first thought was that someone wanted to assassinate Aunt Qing. No, it's the opposite.

Aunt Qing used this to remind her that her mother was killed?!

Lin Wanwan even trembled a little violently, either shocked or hated.

She had heard her grandmother mention it. There must be a mystery in the mother's death. It's for the sake of harm.

Now this statement has been confirmed. She became overwhelmed.

When her mother died, she was only six years old, and so on. Aunt Qing was only eight or nine years old back then.

What can an eight- or nine-year-old know?

Lin Wanwan thought of something, carefully picked up the dried flowers and powder poured on the handkerchief, walked to the makeup and took out a pair of silver earrings, put one of them in the handkerchief and wrapped it with those things.

Then he took the sachet again, flipped it back to the front, put the other earring in the middle, and pressed the two things back into the makeup again.

"Coriander, fetch me water, I want to clean my hands!" Lin Wanwan finished everything and shouted outside.

Coriander was playing with Mu Xiang, and when she heard the shout, she immediately responded.

Si Yi had already put the basket in his hand first, and went to fetch water, and Coriander lifted the curtain and went in.

"Is Miss going to do needlework or writing?" Coriander thought that Lin Wanwan was looking for something to kill time, and asked with a smile.

But when she got closer, she found that her young lady's face was pale, and the corners of her eyes were slightly red, so she was startled: "Miss, are you feeling unwell?!" Why is your face so ugly? ”

Lin Wanwan wanted to rub her face with her hands, but she thought of touching the sachet, so she had to lift it up and put it down: "It's okay, I've been by the window for a long time, and I suddenly feel a little cold." ”

This is obviously false, there is no wind today, and the good sun is also shining on the kang couch, how can it be cold.

But the coriander didn't break it, knowing that Lin Wanwan had an awkward temperament, it was not beautiful and impossible to listen to it, so he smiled and said: "I also said that the curtain will be removed when the weather gets warmer, and the inner room will be replaced with a crystal bead curtain, which is beautiful and breathable, and Miss will still feel cold." This can't be changed. ”

Lin Wanwan didn't know that her words were not believed, so she nodded.

The water came quickly, and she rubbed her hands desperately in the water with soap horns.

The white jade green fingers are not all red, and they look as if they have been frozen in the weather of the wax moon.

Coriander hurriedly stopped her, her face was full of worry, and she didn't know how she would be unable to get along with a pair of hands again. "Miss rubs like this, she wants to break the skin, and the slave comes."

Lin Wanwan's heart was so confused that she didn't say anything, so she only asked Coriander to step forward and wash her fingers carefully, wipe them dry with a handkerchief, and then take the balm and apply it.

"Coriander, do you know where Aunt Qing was on an errand before she was a second-class maid by my stepmother's side, who else is in the family, and where is she on an errand now."

Before Coriander could think about how to probe her tone, Lin Wanwan asked a long list of questions first, and directly asked Coriander in confusion.

Why did you ask Aunt Qing in a good manner?

Suppressing the doubts in her heart, Coriander shook her head and replied: "The slave maid only knows that Aunt Qing is the son of the family, and Lao Ziniang was also serving in the upper room before, but they all went a few years ago, and now she is the only one left." ”

To go means to be dead.

Lin Wanwan's heart sank, and asked, "Do you know which year and month are gone?" ”

"This slave really doesn't know." Coriander said, took a look at her with her eyes, and saw that her face was still pale, and continued: "Why did Miss ask about Aunt Qing for no reason, or should the slave maid inquire?!" ”

"Not good!" Lin Wanwan stood up suddenly, and was so shocked that the coriander squatting at her feet was lifted over.

"I'm sorry, I'm scared of you." Lin Wanwan heard that Coriander sat down with a bang, and hurriedly reached out to lead her up, her tone a little anxious. "It's not bad, it's just that you have to be very careful not to make people think that you are deliberately inquiring!"

Facing Lin Wanwan, who was panicked from time to time, Coriander didn't know what to say, but just comforted her: "The slave and maid are doing things, Miss don't worry, the slave and maid must have listened carefully." ”

Things have to be confirmed again, the sachet belongs to her mother, and Aunt Qing and Lao Ziniang used to be the people next to Xiao Chen's side, and they are all gone. Although she felt in her heart that this matter was inseparable from Xiao Chen's handiwork, she didn't dare to rashly decide that it would not be too late to wait for Coriander to finish inquiring.

If Aunt Qing's Lao Tzu Niang was absent before and after her mother's death, then this matter is afraid that it is really conclusive!!

Lin Wanwan's thoughts drifted away again, and she didn't answer coriander.

Seeing her unruly appearance, Coriander had to retreat silently, let her ponder, and first find out Aunt Qing's past. It's just that she walked out of the courtyard, and thought helplessly, now that Miss's mind is becoming more and more difficult to ponder, and sometimes it is a little deeper than those who have experienced. (To be continued.) )