Baotian touched his nose, "What Gongzi means is that Master Yan is looking for the monks to come over, ostensibly to overdose Miss Cuiyun, but in fact it is for another more important matter." ”

Zhao Zimai smiled, "So as long as we find Uncle Yan and the abbot, we should be able to find the secrets hidden by the Yan family." ”

***

The roads are criss-crossed, and the houses are scattered high and low, like the tributaries of a great river, and like the branches of towering ancient trees. Hall, main house, side compartment, attic, private school, ancestral temple, stove room, master's yard, steward's house and maid's house, rough maid's house, maid's house, palanquin man's house, cook's house, master's maid's house, maid's house......

Zhao Zimai only knew that the Yan family was big, but he didn't expect it to be so big. No wonder even Baotian, who is accustomed to seeing the world, sighed: Such a big house, if it is placed in the capital, I don't know how much silver it will be worth.

"It seems that we can only look for it separately, otherwise we may not be able to find it when it gets dark." Looking at the dense eaves in front of him, Zhao Zimai showed a wry smile on his face. After speaking, seeing that Baotian wanted to refute himself, he raised his hand to cover his mouth, "Don't worry, I will pay attention to my own safety, besides, now that the sky is blue, what else can happen?" You have neat legs and feet, start looking for it from the outer circle, and I'll start here, and we'll meet in front of the private school in an hour. ”

After saying that, he ignored Baotian and ran forward along the road by himself.

The sky was gloomy, and the occasional flock of pigeons brought a little bit of life to this deep mansion compound.

The sound of gongs and chanting in his ears became smaller and smaller, and Zhao Zimai knew that he was far away from the main hall and the crowd, except for the occasional three or five servants who bowed to him, there was basically no one else.

He went to the courtyard after courtyard to find it, glad that most of the courtyards were empty, so that he did not have to be regarded as a thief with bad intentions by others. But on the other hand, after searching for more than half an hour, the hope in his heart was disappearing little by little, because neither Yan Bailin nor the monk had seen it.

In a hurry, his steps quickened, and after a quick glance at what seemed to be a library pavilion, he quickly walked out of the courtyard gate, flashed to the left, and turned into another corridor.

This alley was a little different from the alleys he had passed before, the courtyards on both sides were smaller, and there were many bamboo poles in them, on which were dried with various colors of clothes and trousers, bed sheets, and bright colors, which were used by women at first glance. There are flower pots on the windowsill, and the colorful flowers such as impatiens and rhododendrons are also planted, which are a bit cheesy, but they also add a bit of fireworks to the surrounding white walls and green tiles.

"There are a lot of women here, so it should be where the maids live." Zhao Zimai was thinking about whether to avoid it, but his footsteps suddenly stagnated, as if he was glued to the ground, and he couldn't move.

A gust of wind blew the clothes and bed sheets above the house, and the red, yellow, blue, and green overlapped each other, which was a little dazzling.

However, just behind this colorful color, a miserable white human face appeared.

Although he had only seen her once after her death, and although she had lost her beautiful eyes at that time, Zhao Zimai still recognized her.

But there was a light wind blowing in his ears, so light that it was almost imperceptible.

"Uh......h Woo......"

The sound of the wind lingered in his ears, unwilling to leave for a long time, and Zhao Zaimai could even feel its sharp hiss pricking his eardrums, shaking his head to a buzzing sound.

"Miss Cuiyun, although you and I don't know each other, if you have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me." Although the little coldness in the back of his heart spread all over his body along the meridians, Zhao Zimai still tried his best to calm himself down, and said to the face that had disappeared behind the sheet.

"Uh......h Woo...... "It hadn't gone yet, clinging to his ear, as if trying to confide in him. At the same time, Zhao Zimai suddenly felt a cold palm, and when he looked down, he saw a dark green hand clinging to his fingers, and five fingers were inserted into his fingers, dragging him to death.

"Uh......h Woo ......" The sound of the wind gradually turned into a cry, pathos, desolation, and coldness, as if the mist condensed by thousands of water droplets shrouded his whole person in it.

"What do you want to say? Do you want to tell me who the host of the evil is? ”

At this moment, he didn't realize that he was in danger, until a cold object slowly slid down against his scalp, and then leaned limply on top of him after hitting the ground, letting out a series of "giggle" laughter.

With this burst of laughter, Zhao Zimai found that his body was frozen, and the hand holding him tightly was like a lock, locking every muscle and meridian in his body, and even his throat was locked, and he couldn't say a word.

He could see the clothes and quilts that were still fluttering, and he could see the big banyan tree in the courtyard, its rust-brown air roots swung violently by the wind, and whipped on the trunk like a cold leather whip.

But even though he could see and perceive everything around him, he still felt like he was in two worlds from them. He was isolated, as if locked in a mirror, and could only observe the real world from afar, but could not get close.

For some reason, Zhao Zaimai suddenly had a terrible thought in his heart: this state may continue until he dies, and he will not be noticed by others.

"You said we were leaving, so Yan Gongzi readily agreed?" A crisp voice came from the other end of the corridor, Zhao Zimai recognized the voice, and couldn't help but be happy. But after the great joy, he felt even more desperate, because he couldn't even call for help now, so even if someone passed by, what would happen.

Not only did he agree, but he thanked me a lot, which made me a little embarrassed. Xiao Wu, you said that the two of us are like this, do you think you can't save you when you die? Mu Cripple's voice followed.

"See death or not save? If you have the ability to save each other but not save it, you can only see death and not save it, and we are like this, at most, we can be regarded as escaping from the battle. Mu Xiaowu's voice lowered slightly, "It's not like you didn't see that thing last night, it should have been trapped for more than a hundred years, and it is full of resentment, and it is not something you and I can handle at all." It brushed past me, and it made a long cut. ”

"But didn't you pretend to faint?"

"If you don't pretend, you won't be able to win Yan Gongzi's sympathy. Don't talk about this, according to my idea, let's go out, rest in Zhangtai first, and then go south, eat the apricot goose in Guangdong, and then go north. I have only heard of the green shrimp rolls on the edge of Taihu Lake and the lamb tongue sticks in the open seal, and I have never tasted them. By the way, there is also Jingsha bamboo eel, first cut the eel into sections, slightly marinate and pat thin powder to hang crispy paste, and then fry it in oil. It's crispy on the outside, soft on the inside, mellow and delicious......"