As he spoke, he took a piece of silver from his waist and threw it into the man's arms.

The man took the silver and looked at the light, and his face was slightly better.

"Are you looking for Aunt Shen?"

"Hmm." Bai Ling nodded, "What about her?" ”

"It's been burned down a long time ago! This house was all newly built four years ago, and it all burned down! The man was a little angry, "It's such a place, and the old woman is still building a stove in the house...... It's just looking for death. ”

"Burned?" Bai Ling was really surprised, "How many months is it?" Do you remember? ”

"June." The man barely thought about it.

With that, he slammed the door shut, and soon the sound of the latch was heard inside.

Bai Ling waited at the door of the house for a moment, and then walked slowly to the open space where no more houses were built.

Bai Ling looked back and forth, and there was hardly any trace of scorching here, and the houses on either side could not be seen to be newly built four years ago, as old and dilapidated as the rest of the place, stained with various dark brown or gray-black stains.

Is it another fire.

"Let's go back." Bai Ling said softly.

……

In the Lan Zihao, Bai Ling changed his clothes in his room - it was really hot at noon, and after returning from outside, his body was almost drenched with sweat.

The maids had already prepared new ice cups in the house, but they were almost a drop in the crack.

After the end of the new play, except for a few reenactments during the day, Ai Songqing spent most of the time in the music room and did not come back until dark.

Bai Ling sat in the room for a long time, and when he felt that the heat had dissipated a little, he got up and walked outside.

The maid hurriedly asked, "Where is the girl going?" ”

"Golden Pavilion." Bai Ling said softly, "I'll be back in a while, you go and help me prepare some hot water for bathing." ”

"yes, okay."

After only staying in the house for a while, as soon as I went out, the heat wave outside almost made Kashiwa feel the real wind.

Walking up from the winding plank road, Bai Ling had tried to avoid the shade as much as possible, but after a little activity, he couldn't help but sweat.

Along the way, there were many entrances guarded by people, and it was easy not to let them go, but Bai Ling had already obtained permission from Lan Zhijun to enter and exit the Golden Pavilion to look at the chess games, so he traveled all the way.

The door of the Golden Pavilion was not closed at this time, Bai Ling slowed down his pace and called softly outside the door, "Is Lan Zhijun here?" ”

No one answered.

"Sister Fengqi?"

Still no answer.

Bai Ling stepped over the threshold and walked in alone.

Lan Zhijun doesn't know why here, she has never put ice cups, but the inside of the room is still somewhat cooler than the outside.

Feng Qi was not there, and Lan Zhijun was the only one in the room lying on a bamboo chair holding a scroll, looking like she was taking a lunch break.

Bai Ling looked closer, the sleeping Lan Zhijun's eyelashes were trembling slightly, he looked as if he was dreaming, and his expression was a little uneasy.

At this time, Lan Zhijun looks less elusive than usual, more like an ordinary person.

Bai Ling looked at him like this for a moment, then retreated to sit down at the round table not far away, and after about a cup of tea, she felt a little bored again, and got up and looked slowly along the bookshelves on the walls on both sides of the Golden Pavilion.

In the past, when she came here, she watched the chess games here.

Lan Zhijun's collection of books mainly focuses on two themes, in addition to chess games, there are many illustrated books related to orchids.

There are many bluegrasses in Da Zhou, there are mainly five categories, and there are more than 20,000 kinds of them, not counting the cultivation of new orchids in various places every year, so Lan Zhijun's hobby can really let him spend a lot of time.

Bai Ling just swayed and swayed all the way, taking the book down and opening it from time to time.

Until it was close to Lan Zhijun's desk, there was a bookbook with no words on the cover on the shelf.

Bai Ling opened it with some curiosity and looked at it.

On the title page of the book it is written, "Give me a book."

No date is written.

Bai Ling hastily flipped through a few pages, and the things included in this book were a little more miscellaneous than those of the other orchids.

From rockeries and rocks to garden potted plants, there are some collections in it, and from the handwriting, it doesn't look like it comes from engraving printing, but more like a human handwriting.

The content of the book is probably about some materials that can be used when decorating the garden.

Rather than interested in any of these things, she flipped through the illustrations in the book at random, then gently closed the book, intending to put it back in its place.

However, at this moment, she seemed to see something again.

She took the book back in front of her, this time directly turning to the back cover of the book.

Sure enough, there was a line of small print there, which was slightly different from the handwriting of the whole book-

"My life is like snow, and it is always light in the sky and on the earth."

The moment his gaze swept over the words, Bai Ling's heart slowed down slightly.

Even if this sentence is placed on her and Bai Yi, it is not bad at all.

At this moment, there was the sound of the bamboo chair swaying behind him, and Bai Ling turned around and saw Lan Zhijun sitting up with the armrest of the rocking chair.

"Lan Zhijun is awake," Bai Ling tiptoed and put the book back on the shelf, "...... Did I make a noise for you? ”

Lan Zhijun's expression still looked a little ignorant, and he raised his eyes and glanced at Bai Ling, "When did you come?" ”

"It's been a while." Bai Ling said softly, "Lan Zhijun doesn't wonder why I appeared in the Golden Pavilion, it is said that I should be swimming in the lake now." ”

Lan Zhijun snorted with a smile, "Didn't you guess that I sent someone to keep an eye on you?" ”

"How did I guess?"

"If you didn't guess, why didn't you say anything when you met with Huihong."

Lan Zhijun stood up and lightly tapped his arm a few times, he glanced at the sun outside, and muttered to himself, "...... It seems like I've slept too long today. ”

"Lan Zhijun was dreaming when I came." Bai Ling said softly, "Nightmare? ”

He shook his head and didn't answer.

Lan Zhijun got up to make tea for himself, he turned his back to Bai Ling, and said softly, "It's right that you don't say anything, don't get involved in Chen Xin's things." ”

"It seems that Lan Zhijun has long known the purpose of His Royal Highness the King of the County for entering Beijing this time."

Lan Zhijun still didn't answer.

The water falls into the cup, causing a slight sound.

"After I came back, I went to Aunt Shen's place to have a look." Bai Ling said again.

Lan Zhijun's eyes moved slightly—thinking that on the return trip, the dark whistle had already returned to the Golden Pavilion first, so he didn't pay attention to this layer.

Bai Ling looked at him, and continued, "Her house has been burned to the ground...... I'm really curious, is she still alive now? ”

Lan Zhijun lowered her head and drank tea, and only after a long time did she speak calmly, "What does her life or death have to do with you?" ”

"Didn't you? It was she who raised Lin Jieyu as an adult, and then she was taken by Hengyuan Jun and sent to the palace. Bai Ling's voice was low, "As soon as the chess pieces are gone, they will immediately hit the killer...... It's also very similar to Heng Yuanjun's methods.

"I've always been curious, Lan Zhijun, what exactly are you and Heng Yuanjun in Qinyuan...... What is the relationship? ”

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