&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;(378) Two murders in one safflower

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Lingshuang nodded desperately, "Mama said, if she died, it must be the old lady who killed the eldest young master, and she originally wanted to wait for you to come back, but she couldn't wait."

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"Then they ...... How the hell did my mom and dad die? Yan Bowen's lips trembled, and his heart was about to suffocate

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Big brother, is that really you? Did you really commit the heinous act of killing your father and mother? This...... It's just a beast

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs; The girl opened her big clear eyes, but shook her head regretfully, "I really don't know this, Mama didn't tell me." She just asked me to tell you that Madame knows the secret of the eldest young master, and the master's illness is also the eldest young master's harm, and Madame originally had evidence, but last time, it was the time when the eldest young master wanted to harm you, and Madame had to hand it over to him. ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;used the evidence to exchange for Yan Bowen's safety, but Mrs. Pei, who lost the strong evidence, not only lost the opportunity to turn the tables for her son, but also lost one of her most powerful talismans, so that Yan Bozhai was no longer afraid of her, and even dared to force her to take poison

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;It's likely that even Mama Zhu doesn't know what's going on, so she can't tell. It is also possible that Mama Zhu knows the truth, but the stakes are very high, she can't just tell a girl so casually, in case someone uses and coaxes her, it will be the place where she will be buried immediately

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Zhang Qingting quickly came to a conclusion, but he thought of a suspicious point, if Mrs. Pei really knew something, even if there was no evidence, there must be some clues left for them, right?

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"Didn't Mama Zhu give me anything else?" Or rather, what about Madame's relics? Is there any special explanation for your young master to collect? ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;After her reminder, Ling Shuang suddenly remembered, wiped the tears from his face with his hand, and hurriedly raised his purse, "Some grandmothers asked me to bring this to the young master Do you have a knife?" ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Zhang Qingting hurriedly handed over the self-defense knife that Tian Fusheng gave her, and Lingshuang opened the purse along the sideline, took out a handkerchief hidden in the mezzanine, and handed it to Yan Bowen, "Mama said, this is what Mrs. held in her hand before she died, and I think it should be handed over to you." ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;This is a red silk handkerchief, on the corner of the silk handkerchief, with almost the same color of red silk thread concealed embroidered like a bloody flower. The embroidery is exquisite and lifelike, and Yan Bowen certainly recognizes that it was embroidered by his own hands.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;If you don't look closely, it's easy to ignore this flower as an ordinary rose, but if you look closely, you can find that this flower is beautiful and charming, different from the ordinary, but no one recognizes it.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;So what secrets is this Silk Parry hiding? Yan Bowen didn't believe that his mother would embroider such a handkerchief for some reason, and he still grabbed it in his hand before he died.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Zhang Qingting suddenly remembered that there was a special weaving method in Nankangguo, which would hide secrets in the light and shade changes of silk threads. ”

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&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"Fetch another basin of water. ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;still unchanged after soaking.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Zhao Chengcai thought for a moment, "Is this secret still hidden in this flower?" Anyway, we have to find out what this flower is before we can go to the city and find an old gardener to ask."

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Yan Bowen shook his head, "If you want to talk about strange flowers and plants, I have seen a lot of them, if I don't even recognize them, this is definitely not an ordinary thing, where do ordinary florists know?" ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Zhao Chengcai handed the silk handkerchief to Zhang Qingting, "Think about it again, have you ever seen this before?" "After all, you are from Nankangguo, maybe it's not from us, it's yours?

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Sister Zhang told the truth, "I haven't seen it either, but——"

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"But what? ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Zhang Qingting looked at Yan Bowen with some hesitation, "I think Miss Jiang may be able to see something from this silk handkerchief, although she is an embroiderer, but there is nothing she is not familiar with in the world's silk and satin cloth, flowers, birds, insects and fish." Just, is it convenient? ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;If Jiang Qihong really shows some clues, I'm afraid that one more person will know about the affairs of the Yan family. Family ugliness can't be publicized, so she has this question.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Yan Bowen smiled sadly, "My father and mother are gone, what else is not ugly?" Please ask her to come and see each other, and if I can really see what is going on, I should thank her. ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Zhang Qingting was sad and couldn't bear to listen, so he hurriedly invited Jiang Qihong.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;She was twisting wool with Zhao Yulian in the house, Zhao Yulian saw her and smiled, "Sister-in-law, look, I've knitted a sock, it's for the happy girl, don't dislike it, this is the first one, it's not ripe, and when it's knitted in the future, I'll give her a few more beautiful pairs."

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"Don't work too hard" Zhang Qingting greeted, and invited Jiang Qihong, "There are embroideries, we don't know each other, I want to ask Miss Jiang to help take a look." ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"Oh, what is it that you don't even recognize?" Jiang Qihong was a little curious, and when she saw Zhang Qingting making a look, she knew something was wrong, and came out with her.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;When he arrived at Yan Bowen's place, as soon as he unfolded the silk handkerchief, Jiang Qihong only glanced at it, and the expression on her always calm and dignified face changed greatly, and she exclaimed, "Where did you get this thing?" ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"Do you recognize?" ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"I know it too well" Jiang Qihong held the silk handkerchief in both hands, trembling uncontrollably, gritting her teeth, but there were still tears falling like beads with broken threads, "This is the thing that killed my husband"

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"This thing is poisonous? Yan Bowen's face immediately turned pale, could it be that the eldest brother used this kind of flower to kill his father?

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Jiang Qihong shook her head, "My fiancé was not poisoned by this flower, but because of this flower, he lost his life, you wait a while"

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;She hurried out, and after a while, she came with a bag in her hand. Extremely unfolded, this is a bloody man's coat, which is very old. It has been stored for many years, but it still maintains its original appearance, and it is still protected from insect and ant bites with spices.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;I saw that the front and back of this shirt were torn by swords and stabs, and I thought that the deceased must have gone through some extremely painful flesh and blood pain before he died.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Jiang Qihong lifted the hem of the inside of the robe, where a flower was painted with blood, which was old and had turned black and brown, although it was a few strokes, it was very expressive, and the flower on the silk handkerchief had the same effect.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Jiang Qihong shed tears and talked about the past, "My family's ancestral embroidery skills are already the thirteenth generation, and I have won a little reputation in this Bei'an country." I don't know if you've heard of the name of the embroidery workshop? ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"You are the heir of the world's first embroidery, skillfully embroidered ginger?" Yan Bowen was surprised, "Your family should have been in the palace since the Hongwen period, right?" How did you end up in the people? ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Jiang Qihong bowed slightly, but the corners of her mouth pulled out a wry smile, "Yan Gongzi knows it clearly, but you are the concubine of the Taishi Mansion, and the sons of the best families in the capital have fallen to this day, what are we like to be the people?" ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Look at her guessing the origin of Yan Bowen just by one surname, and everyone is even more afraid to look at it.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;Jiang Qihong sighed and continued, "Our Jiang family has always served the people of the imperial court, and men have always served until they were forty-five years old, while women were only twenty years old, and they could be released home to marry and have children. But I, because the nobles liked it, stayed for five more years. ”

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs; These five years, she said it was light, but for a young woman, it was extremely cruel. Zhang Qingting couldn't help but feel sympathy, and wanted to come to her marriage, but it was delayed at that time.

&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;&nbs;"I have a betrothed fiancé who is engaged in the spice trade, and his craftsmanship is the best in the capital. But because of this, he caused him to be killed" Recalling the past, Jiang Qihong's eyes were full of pain, "My fiancé is very good, even if he has to wait for me for five more years, he didn't marry." If he is so stupid, if he marries, at least he can keep a queen, and he won't be ......."

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