After dinner, Xianyun sent a message to leave Qingjin and asked her to keep vigil, Qingjin was secretly happy, thinking that the girl was probably going to start reusing her again, and then thinking that the girl didn't say that she didn't need to go to Mrs. Xianyun's mind for a while, she only answered silently, and didn't dare to move.

But this was an opportunity, Qingjin waited for Xianyun to fall asleep with some hesitation, and slept on the couch next to her, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

There was nothing to say all night, Qingjin still went to the Quan's house in the morning, and came back to keep vigil in the evening, and the errand of passing the meal returned to Qingyuan's hands.

As soon as Qingyu came in, he wanted to say the words he had accumulated in the past few days, and finally went to Xianyun for dinner, and he just wanted to say.

"The girl wants a nap party, I didn't sleep well yesterday, let's wait." Qingyu is young after all, although she is calm, she is simpler, she must be in a hurry, the girl did this time, Qinghua can guess one or two, and she wants to grind Qingyu's temperament, the girl has really grown up.

Xianyun squinted for a while and woke up, thinking about things in his heart.

"Girl, the slave knows that those who do big things must be calm, and the slave must study hard." The comprehension is good, Xianyun nodded.

"When Qingjin went to buy cloth that day, a rice merchant once bought this material, and then he was not satisfied and returned it, and the shopkeeper refused to agree to return it several times, and then the family moved out of Xia's house, and the shopkeeper reluctantly agreed."

Qingyu sorted out her thoughts and tried to make things as clear as possible.

"How?" Although Xianyun didn't know the specific things in her previous life, she knew that most of the Quan's later property was taken by the Xia family, and the Dafang Xia family was the helper, and in her previous life, she was grateful to the Xia family for matching her, and she didn't want it to be a ready-made pit, so she waited for her to jump off.

Qingyu thought about it and said: "This rice merchant is a small family attached to the Sun family, but it is a little strange, the wife of the rice merchant at the beginning, when she came to return the goods, she called the name of Xia, although it was vague, but it did mean that there were people in the Xia family, the slave maid was puzzled, and then inquired, and did not inquire about anything, but it can be determined that it is not a girl from the Xia family." ”

Attached to the Sun family, even if he doubts the inquiry, he will only suspect the Sun family, if it weren't for Mrs. Mi Shang's words, I'm afraid I don't know that it has anything to do with the Xia family, I'm afraid that Ge Tianxing also inquired in his previous life, and in the end it ended up fruitless.

Xianyun continued to ask some details, and after Qingyu finished what she had to say, her expression was much more relaxed, and she retreated to rest.

Hao's mother is Quan's wedding maid, her cousin takes care of some things on the fertile field for Quan's family, when Xianyun rests, Hao's mother goes back to the first ear room in the west to rest, estimating that she should wake up, and she is encountering sunny rain when she enters the door.

"Mother Hao, can you know the money shopkeeper of the shop in the south of the city?" Xianyun didn't say it explicitly, Hao's mother has been by Quan's side all the year round, her eyesight is naturally extraordinary, thinking of the look of Qingyu just now, the girl's actions these days, knowing that this matter may have something to do with Mrs., immediately became serious.

"Rest assured, the money shopkeeper, the old slave has seen a few times, although he is not familiar with it, he still understands how much, he just got married last year, and the old slave also went to eat the wedding wine, which is still thanks to the blessing of the lady." Hao's mother looked at her girl, but Xianyun didn't answer, so she continued to chatter.

"This money shopkeeper looks ordinary, Mrs. just took a fancy to him back then, and he was handsome and handsome when he got his daughter-in-law, and this is still Aunt Xue's cousin." Hao's mother really thinks that the money shopkeeper is a good person, she has always kept her duty, and she can't help but say a few more good words after eating other people's favorite wine.

Why did you get involved with Aunt Xue again, Xian Yun frowned, and asked, "Mother Hao, which girl are you talking about?" ”

"The daughter of a farm in the east of the city, it is said that the farm work is very good, Aunt Xue's cousin happened to meet this family, so he said kiss, speaking of which, Aunt Xue's cousin and the money shopkeeper have been very close recently." Hao's mother was still happy and said the back, seeing that Xian Yun's brows were tightly locked, she thought about it for a while, and understood that the girl probably didn't like Aunt Xue, so she changed the topic and didn't mention it again.

The key is in this family business, I don't know if the Kwon family knows about this matter.

Hao's mother thought she had said the wrong thing, and said hurriedly: "Girl, but what the old slave said wrong, girl, don't take it to heart, the old slave is dizzy." As he spoke, he wiped his tears, Xianyun waved his hand, and Qinghua stepped forward to say a few good words before persuading him.

Xian Yun commanded a few words, Hao's mother nodded again and again, pulled the corner of the clothes she kneaded just now, and picked the curtain to go out.

Xianyun summoned Qingyuan, and Ran Qinghua gave two taels of silver and went out for a walk.

"Be careful about this, the fewer people who know about it, the better." When I said this, I heard it to Qinghua, although Qingyuan took the errand, I don't know the specifics, and the most advanced one knows is Qinghua.

Qinghua knew that the girl trusted her, and she had already decided in her heart, and then nodded in response.

There are still two months to lift the ban, and then my sister Xianyu should also come back, and now the Quan family needs to recuperate most of the time every day, which is a good time for the restless people under him, and it is inconvenient for the boudoir woman to take care of her own dowry, relying on a trustworthy steward.

Three days later, Xianyun was taking a nap, Qinghua quietly entered the door with a curtain, and Qingyuan at the door was dozing, his head shaking.

Xianyun was anxious to know the result, where to say, half-squinted and leaned on the bed, Qinghua raised his feet and came in and woke up.

Haruma added a cushion to Xianyun, draped in a cloak with purple vines and white patterns, and pulled out a handkerchief wrapped around her sleeve, which was the one Kwon had given her.

As soon as Xianyun touched it, there was a hard object in the handkerchief.

Qinghua whispered to the curtain of the door, and Xianyun opened the note: "Contains a small amount of musk." ”

Sure enough, as she guessed, this handkerchief is not the original one of the Kwon family!

"Girl, Qingjin is here, and I ask if it's still her vigil tonight." Xianyun Chongqing glanced at the painting, and then Qing drew the door curtain.

"The girl has gotten up and is learning to practice calligraphy." It's not loud, but it's loud enough for Xianyun to hear clearly.

After Qingjin came in, he saw that Xianyun was practicing calligraphy, a smell of burning paper, and there were still unburned confetti left on the charcoal basin, and he could barely see the words on the practice.

"Let's stay at night." Xianyun didn't raise his head, and was very attentive to the strokes in his hand.

Qingjin looked at Xianyun and stopped talking, and glanced at the handkerchief placed on the side of the embroidery box on the dressing table.

Xianyun continued to practice the words for half an hour, and the clear painting served the pen and ink.

"Pay more attention at night, and talk about Qingyuan and Qingyu." The girls and the good mother live in the ear rooms on both sides, and she will definitely know about the big movement in her house.

In the evening, Xianyun got up early, took a miscellaneous notebook to read, Qingjin came later than usual, Xianyun had already fallen asleep when he came, and Qinghua left after a few words.

Qingjin first stood aside, and after seeing that Xianyun was breathing evenly, he tried to call a few words, but saw that the other party did not respond, and then touched the black, walked to the dressing table with his memory, and touched the embroidery box.

Trembling opened the embroidery box, panicked and exchanged the handkerchief in the embroidery box, patted his chest, and just turned around to see Qinghua standing aside, he was completely startled, retreated again and again, knocked over the embroidery box, and woke up Xianyun with a bang.

"What sound?" Xianyun asked lazily with some fright.

Qinghua then lit the candle, stepped forward to tuck the quilt, and said hurriedly: "Girl, don't be afraid, it was Qingjin who knocked over the box." ”

"Before the girl told me to show Aunt Zhao the pattern, I forgot, so I came back to get it, I saw a figure, I thought it was a thief, so I came up to take a look, it turned out to be Qingjin, scared me a lot, how can you be so scary in the middle of the night." Qinghua complained very much, and the movement in the house woke up the others, and Hao's mother and Qingyuan Qingyu came in.

"This is not Madame's handkerchief, how did it fall to the ground, this is Madame's beloved thing." Hao's mother picked up the half-opened embroidery box and the handkerchief scattered on it in distress, and gently patted the dust.

"Hao's mother laughed, my mother's handkerchief smelled very good, I kept it under the pillow, I don't believe it." Xianyu said as she pulled out a handkerchief from her pillow.

Qingyu added a few more lights, and the room suddenly became much brighter, and Hao's mother looked at the two identical handkerchiefs in Xianyun's hand and her hand in surprise, and was speechless.

Qingjin's whole body was excited, his eyes were stunned, his face was pale and white, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.