Finally sent the person away, Song Yige was just about to let the green beads pick the candle flame, suddenly saw a figure under the porch jumping very quickly, if she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would have thought it was a wind.

Song Yige's original shortness of breath calmed down in an instant, and somehow suddenly remembered what happened that night in the Shaking Light Temple, but was deliberately forgotten by her, in addition to the man in black, he still met another man in black.

It's just that one wants her dead, while the other has a lot to do with her.

Lu Zhu stepped forward: "Girl, what are you looking at?" ”

Song Yige came back to his senses, stepped forward to push the window sash open, and pointed to the direction where the man in black left: "Luzhu, what kind of place is over there?" ”

Lu Zhu glanced at it, and laughed: "The girl is getting more and more confused now, and there is your study opposite, but because you don't read much, the old lady and the Hou Ye are not very willing to press you to read, so they have expanded a study room for you to put on a show, and you will occasionally go over to take a look." ”

In the study, hearing Lu Zhu's words, Song Yige has some memory, but this memory is not Xiao Yige's, but her own, she has also been to the Song Mansion before, and Xiao Yige is also like a sister, the layout of her yard, she is naturally clear, only the study, she rarely goes.

Song Yige was silent for a while, then looked up at the sky again, and estimated that it was not too late, so he said to Luzhu: "Bring me a flint." ”

Although Lu Zhu took a flint stone to her, she couldn't help but ask curiously: "Girl, what do you want flint to do without rest in the middle of the night?" ”

Song Yige took another hairpin and held his hair loosely at the back of his head: "It's nothing, it's just that I suddenly can't sleep, and I just want to go over and take a look." ”

Lu Zhu listened, but felt that there was nothing strange, originally, her own girl would go to the study in the middle of the night from time to time, but she didn't go much recently, she thought that the girl was tired of it, but now it seems that there is not much change. She also understood that her girl did not want them to follow, so after carrying the umbrella to the door, she accepted the umbrella and stood quietly under the porch and waited.

No one has been here in the study for a long time, and as soon as I came in, there was a cold breath coming to my face. Song Yige gathered the cloak on his body, walked with flint, and groped to light the candle flame on the bookcase with flint by the light moonlight that sprinkled from the window lattice.

When the candle is lit, the whole study is lit up in an instant.

The desk is near the window, and behind him is the bookshelf, the books on the bookshelf are covered with a layer of shallow dust, Song Yige stood and looked at it for a while, carefully recalling what the man in black said to her that day, her eyes suddenly burst into a burst of light, she counted the grids, found them one by one, and finally found an unusual place on the bookshelf.

Song Yige stepped on his feet and removed all the books on the shelf, and some protruding green bricks were revealed, which was the secret grid that the man said. She hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth, and reached out to get the loose brick out.

With a slight sound, after the green brick was pulled out by her, she stretched out her head to see, there was no halo in the dark compartment, she reached in and dig, and after a lot of hard work, she finally found a boxy brocade box, and a painting scroll.

Her forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat, and after she put things on the bookcase one by one, she covered her heart and gasped. At this time, there were already two things on the bookcase, an ebony brocade box, boxy, not big, but it was more than enough to hold some letters, and the other was a somewhat yellowed painting scroll, but it could be seen that the original Xiao Yige was very well preserved, and there was no damage.

Song Yige moved the green brick under the bookcase, and piled all the books back, then sat in front of the bookcase rubbing his hands and cut some of the wicks.

The halo quietly laid out a tabletop.

Song Yige took a deep breath and took the scroll, if someone was there, she would definitely find that when she reached out to take the scroll, her hand trembled involuntarily.

In the study, it was as silent as ever.

I don't know how long it took, but the moon outside the window had been annihilated into the clouds, and the candle flame seemed to be more than half burned, and the picture scroll had been unfolded, and was quietly laid out in front of her eyes, on the bookcase.

The corners of the picture scroll have begun to yellow, and the hibiscus is painted on it, and the lotus pavilion is really answered, and the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red, and there is a girl next to the lotus, hanging down the bun, wearing a pink Luo shirt, with an arm, sitting on the bow of the boat with a smile on her eyebrows, her feet are bare, hanging on the sparkling water, she is playing in the water, and her small face is called a white and red, although she is young, she has a kind of Zhong Lingyuxiu.

And this person's painting is all too familiar to her.

The person on this painting is her, and the person who painted this portrait is Shen Tan, this is his wedding gift to himself, but she was pressed at the bottom of the box later, and she can't find it when she presses it, who knows, it's actually ...... Little to sing here.

Why did Xiao Yige take her portrait?

The more Song Yige thought about it, the more frightened she became, she pulled the ebony brocade box over, and quickly opened the brocade box, which was full of white flowers.

One by one, there are only two big characters in the book: Ah Sheng.

Song Yige picked up the letters in fright, shook the envelope, and a thin piece of letter paper fell out of the envelope, which was written in Juan Xiu's hairpin letters: Wangjun keeps his promise.

It seems that the letter has not yet been sent, and the envelope has not been sealed.

Song Yige threw down the letter and continued to look at the letterhead at the back, she read it one by one, and when she read one, she felt that her heart was cold, and when she read one, she felt that her heart was cold again, and finally it was almost completely frozen in ice, and there was no more emotional fluctuations.

Soon the box of letters was at the bottom, and under the letters was a pamphlet.

Song Yige's fingers pinched the corner of the brocade box tightly, and he was silent for a moment, but he couldn't help but reach out and take out the booklet.

That booklet Xiao Yige also put his heart into it, but he was doing it with his heart, and it was not comparable to the shock brought by these letters today.

She calmly sighed for a while, and then she once again mustered up the courage to open it, but the more she looked at it, the more frightened she felt, until the last page, her handwriting was already a little scattered.

What can be written, but every word is shocking-

"The news of Yingluo's death has come, but it is good news for me, I don't have much time, the only one who can't let go is my brother, but now I have no choice, if I don't do it at this time, I will wait for Yingluo to leave with King Qin in the future, and I don't have this opportunity."

"Yingluo, Huangquan is lonely, why don't you wait for me, wait for me to look for you, okay?"

Song Yige suddenly covered up, although the survival of the Lin family had nothing to do with her, but her death, she never thought that it would be caused by Xiao Yige.

Song Yige didn't know what to do now. These things have never appeared in Xiao Yige's memory, and she has always thought that Xiao Yige died because of depression in her heart, who knows...... Who knows......

She actually sought her own death?

This truth had to be told that she couldn't accept it. She could even feel her body shivering constantly, cold and afraid, she felt that this Song Mansion was like a cold snake, wrapped around her neck fiercely, making it difficult for her to even breathe.

"Girl, girl, it's late at night, why don't you go back to bed?" The sound of green beads came suddenly, followed by the sound of the knocker being snapped.

Song Yige propped his hands on the edge of the table and replied in a dumb voice: "Wait a while." ”

She sat with her eyes blankly against the feet of the chair, and the bluestone bricks under her were as cold as ice, but she didn't realize it, and even faintly felt that only this cold could make her still a little sober now.

"Girl." Lu Zhu shouted outside the door again with no peace of mind.

"Nothing." Song Yige replied with a strong spirit, she got up with the corner of the table, stuffed all the letterheads scattered on the table back into the brocade box, stuffed the scroll and the green bricks back into the dark grid, and restored the bookshelf to its original state, and then walked out tremblingly with the brocade box.

Lu Zhu was waiting outside the door with an umbrella, looking at her coming out with such a brocade box with a very bad face, she just wanted to reach out to pick it up, but was held by Song Yige to avoid it.

She didn't notice that it was drizzling now, and she plunged into the rain, and although the rain was not heavy, it still drenched her.

"Girl." Lu Zhu screamed in horror, and hurriedly ran over with the umbrella, holding the umbrella high above her head, "Girl, what's wrong with you?" ”

In front of the door of the dormitory, Song Yige walked in tightly holding the brocade box, and then stood in front of the threshold: "I want to be alone quietly, Luzhu doesn't need you to serve tonight, go down." ”

Lu Zhu pointed to her clothes: "Girl, you are soaked, let the slave change your clothes for you, and then leave." ”

"No, you don't." Song Yige suppressed his emotions, his face hidden in the darkness, "Green beads, go out." ”

Although Song Yige was already extremely restrained, Lu Zhu could still hear the chill in her tone, she was suddenly silent, she didn't dare to make a sound again, obediently withdrew from the room, and carefully covered the door for her.

After hearing the sound of the door closing, Song Yige took a deep breath, regardless of the fact that her body was drenched in the rain, she quickly re-entered the room, and opened the brocade box in her hand in hatred, and poured all the letters inside into the brazier.

The original little sparks soared high in an instant, turning into a fierce flame, constantly jumping in front of her eyes, and after a while, those hearts were turning into ashes, all of them disappeared, Song Yige looked at the brocade box in his hand, and the fire had not weakened, so he threw the brocade box into it again.

The wood could have been used to raise fire, but the moment she threw the brocade box into it, the fire jumped to her waist, and the scorching flames burned in front of her.

Song Yige looked at the things that were burned by her, and the emotions that collided fiercely in her heart finally slowly settled down.

She turned and pushed the window sash open, letting the cold wind and drizzle in, blowing the heat away from the room.

On the desk, a little candlelight is like a bean.