And after he returned to the Hou Mansion, the temperament he revealed was very different from when he was in Cangdu. He knows Chu Yan's martial arts; He knows the inside story of the Infinite Gate; He secretly helped Yueniang grasp the real power of Wujimen; When he was drunk, he would subconsciously run to the Huanyue Pavilion, because Yueniang said that it was Chu Yan's favorite place to stay before; His temperament made Feng Ge feel familiar; He listened to my complicated and inexplicable expression when he commented on Chu Yan; When he heard that others had humiliated me with the experience of being a woman in a green house, he kept saying sorry to me in pain; His familiarity with allusions and cruel punishments, and his excellent ability to identify wounds; and his ability to deliberately restrain and downplay his sense of presence seems to be more like an instinct that a killer has been trained since childhood...... One by one, they are reminding me that the similarity between An Yuanxi and Chu Yan is so amazing, and when the frequency of "coincidence" is too high, coincidence is no longer a coincidence.

I slammed the book on the table shut, and the chill spread from the soles of my feet to my whole body. I was frightened by my own surreal speculations, by the "coincidences" that I had analyzed, and by the strange facts. The feeling of fear grew from the heart, not frightened by the supernatural event of borrowing the corpse to return the soul, but shocked by the fact that the borrower was very likely to be Chu Yan. I can't figure out what he thinks, if he is really Chu Yan, why should he stay in the Hou Mansion forbearantly, what does he want to do?

"Madame!" Ning'er ran in, "Young Master Qi said that he wanted to see you for something." ”

I shuddered, and before I had time to think about it, I immediately wrapped the book in a blue cloth. He wants to see me? Why did he see me? Does he know? Then he took a sip of himself, this astonishing conjecture was what I had just speculated, how would he know? I tried my best to calm my chaotic thoughts, and it seemed that the psychological deterrence that Chu Yan had inflicted on me back then was still there, so much so that when I heard that it might be him in front of me, I was so flustered! Calm down, Ye Haihua, calm down and know what to do. I took a deep breath: "Let him wait for me in the study, and I'll go right over!" ”

I put the blue cloth package in the closet and put it away, and then went to the study. Stepping into the room, I saw An Yuanxi standing up from the table, bowed and said, "Sister-in-law!" ”

"Sit." I walked over, sat down across from him, stared at him closely, observed the subtle changes in his expression, and wanted to see a clue from it, "What is Uncle looking for me?" ”

"The matter of the bunched bamboo purple clay pot has eyebrows." An Yuanxi's expression was very serious. He opened a small rattan box on the table and took out a bunch of things from it in turn. There is the cracked bundle of bamboo purple clay pots, two thin bamboos, a book, and a tea can. I noticed a hint of anger in his eyes, unusually sharp. I don't know why, when I saw him at this moment, his expression, eyes, movements, and temperament, the more I looked at him, the more he looked like the person in my impression.

He was down to business now, and I resisted the urge to ask him immediately, so I didn't say a word and looked at him in silence. He's been looking into this teapot for so long, he doesn't have to wait for me to ask, he'll go on. Sure enough, An Yuanxi picked up a piece of thin bamboo and said in a deep voice: "This is the bamboo material that is usually used to make bamboo purple sand pots, which is ordinary green bamboo, which only plays a beautifying and decorative role for purple sand pots." Then he picked up another piece of fine bamboo: "This kind of bamboo is called Xi'e bamboo, which grows in the humid climate of the south, and is a medicinal bamboo with the surname of cold, and its bamboo shoots, bamboo, and leaves all have the medicinal effect of eliminating the accumulation of vegetable stasis, and are often used to treat heart disease and stroke." An Yuanxi put down the two bamboo branches and pointed to the cracked bamboo purple sand pot: "The bamboo material of this pot is the bamboo used in the house." ”

I picked up the two thin bamboos for comparison, and found that the bamboo branches of the bamboo were shallow silk-like fine lines, and the color was green with yellow, not as green as the green bamboo. I put aside the green bamboo, and took the bunch of bamboo purple sand pots, because the body of the pot was broken, and part of the purple sand attached to the bamboo peeled off, revealing a few small pieces of bamboo branches. Because the bamboo branches have been wrapped in purple sand for many years, the color has turned dark brown, which is different from the two fresh bamboo branches on the table, and the silk-like fine lines on the bamboo branches are so shallow that they are almost invisible, but you can still see some faint traces when you look closely. I put down the broken pot and bamboo branches and looked at An Yuanxi: "What's wrong with the decoration of this bamboo purple clay pot?" ”

"Bamboo is medicine, and all medicines have things that are mutually reinforcing." An Yuanxi opened the tea canister and handed it to me, "This is the cabbage Xiangqu that my grandfather has drunk all his life, which has the effect of invigorating blood and reducing fat. There is nothing wrong with taking bamboo and cabbage Xiangqu separately, and both are beneficial to the body, but few people know that if they are mixed together, the two medicines will restrain each other, and the surname of the medicine will be reversed, which will not only help the heart disease, but will cause wind disease......"

I had a bad premonition in my heart: "Do you mean that the surnames of Lady E and Kale Xiangqu Medicine are mutually restrictive?" Originally, two drugs for treating heart diseases became a life-threatening talisman? How do you know? ”

"In order to find out what is wrong with this pot, I took it to visit some pot-making craftsmen, and found that the production process and the material of purple sand are all inappropriate, and then finally a pot-maker found that the bamboo used in this pot is different from the bamboo used in Pingshuo, so I went to check the information of this kind of bamboo." An Yuanxi explained briefly, handing me the book he took out of the rattan box, "At first, I only found some superficial information about the bamboo of Chang'e, but I believe that since this pot is made of unusual bamboo, this mystery is mostly hidden in the bamboo." Later, I found out that Dr. Sun, who died of illness four years ago, liked this bamboo in his life, so he went to visit Dr. Sun's son to see if he could know something different. ”

I took the book, and saw that the cover read "Bamboo Medicine", and when I turned the first page, there was a passage written on it: "I love bamboo all my life, and I love Auntie, and now I will write this book with my life's experience for future generations." "On the second page, the bamboo leaves, bamboo branches, and bamboo roots are vividly drawn, and the lines of the leaves and bamboo branches are also drawn in great detail. Turning down one after another, the whole book introduces in detail the drug surname, indications, medication methods and dosages for various diseases, etc., and finally turns to a page, the book header is marked with "taboo", which reads: "Bamboo should not be mixed with cabbage fragrant Qu to take, once the two things are mixed, the drug surname is reversed, there is a slight loss of heart and blood veins, long-term consumption, will accelerate the aging of heart and blood vein function, and within five years, the two will gradually become stiff, increasing the probability of sudden death from stroke." ”

I put down the book in my hand, raised my eyes to look at An Yuanxi, and my voice was slightly hoarse: "So, grandpa didn't die normally, someone murdered him?" ”

"That's how it should be." An Yuanxi's eyes were sharp, and he said, "I found out that Imperial Doctor Sun did not die of illness, but hanged himself." The stone bamboo that made this pot is said to have died of a violent illness. Coincidentally, they both died in February four years ago, just three days apart. It's so much like killing people. ”

"But grandpa's pot was only asked for after Zhu Shizhu died. If someone was trying to murder Grandpa, how would he know that Grandpa would definitely ask for the pot? "I raise a question.

(To be continued)