"Let her say it's okay, I'm afraid she won't say it."

Feng Qingfang, who was still angry at the last moment, smiled at this time, judging the two of them before and after.

Her words were brought to Feng Heng by a little girl, and it was useless to let Feng Qingwu add oil and vinegar, so she didn't need to worry.

As Zhu Er said, Feng Qingwu returned to Feng Heng and cried in front of him, saying how Feng Qingwu bullied and insulted her, crying so much that it was pitiful.

Feng Heng was also helpless, so he asked her to go back first.

After that, I wanted to talk to Feng Qingmad and persuade her to be forgiving and forgiving, but after listening to the little girl coming back to report and learning that there was a reason for the incident, she felt even more headache and was too lazy to care.

Feng Qingwu came back from this trip, although she was a little wronged, but she was forgiven by Dingguo Gong, and she didn't run in vain, and returned to the Three Kings' Mansion to explain.

As for Feng Qingfang, she silently recorded an account for her in her heart.

Feng Qingyan knew that he couldn't move Feng Qingwu for a short time, so he could only give up for the time being and focus on another matter.

Early this morning, Feng took a carriage out of the city and came to the suburb of Feng's house, Leng Xiangyuan.

"Miss, why did you remember to be here today, you were always reluctant to come before."

"There's something to do." Feng replied lightly that she planned to investigate Lin Yitang's death.

The reason why I remembered to come here to investigate first was because Lin Yitang died in this Zhuangzi back then, and Feng Heng sent someone to take care of it, everything inside was the same, even after so many years, there should still be some clues.

In addition, she had a dream last night, dreaming that the original owner was talking to her, what she said, and she had almost forgotten it when she woke up, and she only remembered her last words, which was to drag her to Leng Xiangyuan to have a look.

Dreaming is a very mysterious thing, if it was before, Feng Qingyan would never have taken it to heart, but she can travel to this time and space, and her soul is attached to others, which shows that mysterious things can not be believed, but they may not be unbelievable.

It's also idle to be idle, so it's good to come and have a look.

The door was closed, and Zhu'er went to knock on it, and after a while, someone from inside came.

The door slowly opened, and out came an old woman with gray hair.

"Are you...... Miss Three? The old woman looked at Feng Qingfang, a little hesitant.

Feng Qing bowed his head wildly and said: "Yes, it's me, there's nothing to do today, come and take a walk." ”

Last time, it was the Lin family who made arrangements and took all the people inside, but she didn't see anyone when she came.

Looking at this old woman at this moment, Feng Qingyan actually felt a little familiar.

After thinking for a moment, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked with a smile: "You are Mama Song, right?" ”

The other party smiled kindly, nodded and said, "I can't imagine that after so many years, the third lady can still recognize me as an old woman, please come in." ”

Feng walked in slowly, and it was still full of flowers, purple and red.

I remember that the flowers and plants planted by Lin Yitang in the past were taken care of by Mama Song, and I think her craftsmanship will not be bad at all.

"Is there anyone else here except Mama Song all these years?"

"And Uncle Jiang, both of us are from the Lin family, after the death of the lady, the old man remembered the old love, did not drive us away, let us take care of the manor here, and the other two maids, who only came two years ago."

Mama Song replied in a calm tone, introduced Feng Qingmad into the flower hall, made tea and served it to her.

Feng took a sip of tea frantically, rolled his eyes and looked around, only to see that the table, coffee table, tea set, vase and other furnishings and decorations were all available, and they were spotless, not at all like a place that had been vacant for more than ten years.

After a while, Feng put down the teacup and said, "Mama Song, I want to go to the courtyard where my mother lived before, is it okay?" ”

Mama Song was stunned for a moment, and then there was a trace of brilliance in her old eyes, and she bowed her head again and again: "Of course you can, the old slave will take you there." ”

Out of the flower hall, through a few corridors, after a few turns, the three of them came to the door of the dormitory, there was a plaque hanging on the moon gate, which was engraved with the words "Zhilan Yuan".

Feng Qingfang's mind gradually emerged with the picture of the original owner and his mother getting along here when he was a child.

There is an apricot tree and a peach tree in the courtyard, which are planted on the left and right sides respectively, which were planted by the original owner and Lin Yitang together.

What was a small sapling has now grown into a shady tree.

Feng pushed open the door of the bedroom by himself and walked in, as expected, the furnishings inside were exactly the same as back then, neat and new.

The room is quite elegantly arranged, in addition to the dresser, tables, chairs and benches, etc., there is one more bookcase than the average woman's bedroom, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk are complete, and there are several books stacked in the upper left corner, all of which are poetry albums.

Lin Yitang is a talented girl, she was famous in Jiangnan when she was young, especially she writes well, many young talents admire her very much, and many famous families come to propose marriage, which can be described as a man of the hour.

But in the end, she chose Feng Heng.

Feng Qingfang couldn't help but imagine that if Lin Yitang had chosen someone who was not Feng Heng at that time, would the ending be different?

Alas, these are all utopian dreams, and now that people are gone, there is only one empty room left, and it is useless to say anything.

Feng walked to the dresser again, picked up a box of rouge on it, and opened it to see that the fat powder inside had already dried up and had no aroma.

"This is still the lady used to leave it back then, and it has always been put here without throwing it away, and these jewelry, all of which are the original ones, no more than the same and no less the same." Mama Song said softly, her words mixed with a few wisps of sadness.

Feng Qing turned around and walked to the side of the bed, only to see that although the mattress had traces of time, it was all clean and tidy, thinking that it was because Mama Song and her sisters often washed and dried.

After going around, Feng Qingyan had a general understanding of Lin Yitang's residence in the last days of his life, but he didn't find anything wrong.

Finally, he sat down at the bluestone table in the courtyard and asked Mama Song, "Mama Song, is you the only one left who served my mother in the past?" ”

Mama Song replied: "Among the subordinates who served closely, except for the old slave who remained in Zhuangzi, several maidservants of the year seem to have returned to the countryside, and I don't know how they have been doing for more than ten years." ”

"Do you remember the day my mother had an accident?" Feng asked again.

Mama Song lowered her head, and her old face showed a look of sorrow.

"The old slave will never forget."

"Can you tell me about what you remember?"

"Miss really wants to listen?" Mama Song was worried that Feng Qingyan would be even more sad when she heard it, she didn't even dare to come to Leng Xiangyuan these years, but she was afraid of touching the scene.

Feng smiled slightly, pulled Mama Song to sit beside her, and said, "You don't have to worry, since I'm here, I've been mentally prepared, I can bear it, just say it." ”

Mama Song was a little relieved and said slowly.

"I remember that it was in the middle of winter, and the day before there was blood outside, it was unusually cold, and my wife had been afraid of cold since she was a child, and besides, she was not in good health in those years, and she became more and more unbearable, and I was worried that she would be cold, so I told the maids to get more charcoal fires, and added two more stoves in the room."

Lin Yitang was in a bad mood that day, but when he saw the goose feather snow flying outside the window, he suddenly became excited and leaned on the window to watch with great interest.

"Mrs. grew up in the south, she has never seen a few snows in her life, after marrying in the capital, the capital is warmer than before, and there has been no snow for several years, so it is normal for Mrs. to be excited, and the old slave is rare to see her, so she brought snacks and preserves, etc., and let her sit through the window to watch."

"Who knew that it didn't take long for her to say that she wanted to go out to play in the snow for a while, but of course the old slaves didn't dare to agree, so they persuaded her to take a step back, bring tables and chairs, and let her sit under the porch to watch."

Mama Song was worried that Lin Yitang would suffer from the cold, so she moved all the stoves to her side, and wrapped her in a thick fox fur to rest assured.

"Although I only saw the snow outside for less than half an hour, Mrs. was very happy that day, and she slept very soundly that night, and the next day she was in good spirits, but the old slave did not dare to be careless, so he still called the doctor to check Mrs. Pulse."

"The doctor said that Madame's condition is obviously much better than a few days ago, and letting her stay comfortable in the future will be of great help to the improvement of her condition, and maybe in the near future, there is a great chance of recovery."

"When the old slave heard this, he was naturally ecstatic, and Mrs. was the same, and said that he hadn't seen the third lady for a long time, and he missed it very much, and the weather would be better in two days, so he would take you over for a few days."

"Who knows......"

Speaking of this, Mama Song's eyes were already full of tears.

"Who knew that in the middle of the night, the old slave heard a scream from the lady's room, hurried over, and when she entered the door, she saw her lying on the ground, spitting black blood from her mouth, and she had already lost her breath."

"It's the old slave who is not good, the old slave should have stayed in the room......"

Thinking back to the past, Mama Song couldn't cry.

Feng Qingfang comforted her a few words, and couldn't help but ask: "Then why is there no one keeping vigil?" ”

Lin Yitang is not in good health, there are no people around her, in the memory of the original owner, whether it is day or night, there will always be someone to stand by in case she needs anything.

Moreover, Mama Song also said that she "should" stay in the room.

"It was the lady who said that she had improved a lot, and there was no need for people to guard it, and the old slave wanted to stay, but she was also kicked out, and in desperation, she had to follow her heart."

"Because the old slave's room is not far away, if the lady is in need, as long as she shouts, the old slave can hear it, so I don't think there will be a problem."

"But I never expected that it was this laxity that caused my wife to lose her life."

Feng Qing frowned wildly, and asked again, "What about the other subordinates?" Could it be that they sneaked into the room and forcibly fed my mother poison? Or maybe someone had poisoned her food or medicine? ”

Mama Song shook her head.

"Uncle Jiang lives in the outer courtyard, there are no special circumstances, he won't enter the inner courtyard, and there are only three maidservants left except for the old slave."

"That night it was the slave's turn to keep vigil, so the slave sent them down early to rest, and the slave rushed out as soon as he heard the cry, and if someone sneaked into the room, he would definitely bump into it."

"Moreover, the three of them live in one room, and the room is not in the Zhilan Courtyard, and if someone leaves, they will be discovered, and they have been interrogated afterwards, and they have all testified to each other."

"What's more, the door of the lady's room is tied from the inside, and the old slave has to make a lot of effort to break the door open and enter."

"As for poisoning, it is even more impossible, because the old slave will taste the lady's diet and medicine first, and if there is a problem, the old slave will also be poisoned."