Painting 13 hurriedly walked to the edge of the bookshelf, his eyes searched among the rows of books, and from time to time he looked back at the banyan tree in the painting, but he gradually became as clueless as looking for a needle in a haystack in the face of the stacks of books.

"Thirteen, look at the shape and size of the bookshelves." Jingmo looked at it and seemed to have found something.

Painting Thirteen weighed a few glances, suddenly realized something, turned his head suddenly, and suddenly understood: "The size of the bookshelf is not much different from the paintings on the wall. Then, follow the direction of these banyan trees, and you should start from the bottom right......"

Painting 13 began to restore the location of the banyan tree in his mind to its corresponding position on the bookshelf, his eyes wandering inch by inch following the "arrow" point, and suddenly, his gaze fixed on a yellowed old book, which was the location of the last banyan tree in the painting on the wall.

Painting Thirteen glanced at Jingmo, Jingmo nodded, and watched intently as Painting Thirteen reached out and took down the old book. Suddenly, a skinny pale hand suddenly stretched out from behind the bookshelves, and grabbed the wrist of Hua Thirteen, and Jingmo behind him couldn't help but be suddenly frightened "Ah".

"Husband!" Through the gap in the bookshelf, Painting 13 saw a pair of sad and dry eyes that suddenly appeared in sight, and the voice of the frightened bird of grief and longing sounded immediately.

"Lord Qiu, is that you?" Painting Thirteen's gaze fell on the pale hand that clasped his wrist tightly, this hand was also covered with dirt and dirt, and the sleeves of his shirt were also covered with filth and mud, and the real face slightly revealed behind the bookshelf was also unkempt and messy, making people dare not recognize him.

"Why don't you call me Pan'er?" Lord Qiu rushed out from behind the bookshelf in the blink of an eye, and fell into the arms of Hua Thirteen, his eyes were empty but full of sorrow, and his voice was faint and pitiful, "Husband, Pan'er has made tea cakes and is waiting for you again, why did you come back?" Do you know how hard Pan'er waited for you? ”

Only then did he understand that Lord Qiu had gone crazy. Besides, looking at the degree of filth on her body, I guess that since Zhou Rong's death, she has gone crazy to the point of losing her mind. Hua Thirteen just wanted to push away Lord Qiu, but Jingmo shook her head at him, she was a little incredulous, the woman in front of her who was crazy for love was the woman who splashed the scoundrel and splashed her with hot water at the beginning, Jingmo's heart softened.

"What sound?" Outside the house, there was the sound of the housekeeper's stealing inquiry, and the staggered footsteps gradually approached the lobby.

"Oh no, let's go." Painting Thirteen put the old book he found on the bookshelf into his sleeve and hurriedly greeted Jingmo.

"It's too late." Jingmo listened to the footsteps getting closer and closer outside the door, she tightened her eyebrows, and her eyes fell on the obsessed and confused Lord Qiu, and the painting thirteen suddenly understood.

"Pan, Pan'er... I... Husband, I really want to eat the tea cake you made, you can take the family outside the door to the kitchen and make another one for me, okay? Hua Thirteen said in an extremely soft tone to the sluggish and longing Lord Qiu in his arms, "I'm just waiting here for you to come back with the tea cake, I won't leave." ”

Lord Qiu's usual high-flying eyes suddenly rose a little brightly, and he smiled happily and softly: "Okay! Husband, you wait for me here for a while, Pan'er will come back! You must wait for me! ”

Painting Thirteen nodded in agreement, and watched Lord Qiu walk out of the lobby happily, and also took away the suspicious family outside the door.

"Pity her." Jing Mo's expression was a little stunned, "She used to be such a high-minded and arrogant woman. ”

Painting Thirteen swallowed his throat, walked over to Jingmo and took her hand: "Don't be afraid. ”

He didn't persuade her not to be afraid of anything, and she didn't confide in what she was afraid of, but after listening to his words and looking into his eyes, her heart inexplicably settled, and she felt a kind of comfort and peace of mind flowing from the bottom of her heart.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Hua Thirteen and Jingmo quietly left the lonely and desolate Zhou Mansion with the clues they found under the banyan tree. But in the lobby where he once played a pair of hard-working mandarin ducks in front of Zhou Rong, before leaving, Hua Thirteen suddenly grabbed Jingmo's waist and gave her a kiss that was as heavy as a promise and as tender as water. He didn't say anything, she didn't ask anything, and the two of them knew that in a sense, the turmoil caused by Zhou Rong was not an opportunity for the two of them.

"What's in this book?" Painting Thirteen and Jingmo returned to Yin Chenglian's mansion, and Jingmo felt that the book was a little inexplicable and very strange.

Drawing 13 turned the book widely, and suddenly, a white paper with black characters folded in several layers fell out of the page, densely packed like ants moving in the rain. Painting 13 slowly unfolded the paper.

"What's written on it?" Jingmo watched Hua Thirteen's brows become deeper and deeper, and asked slowly.

Drawing thirteen glances and ten lines swept across the entire paper, his gaze became deeper and deeper, more and more solemn, and he slowly spoke: "On it, it is full of the blacksmith's name, residence, and records of his wife and children. ”

"Blacksmith?" Jingmo was a little confused and confused at first, but after thinking about it, he asked, "So, is this the foundation of the Lu family?" ”

Hua Thirteen's eyes froze, and he shook his head secretly, as if the mottled and old paper in his hand seemed to be heavier than a jack and couldn't be lifted: "No, it's not just Lu Jiaban." The details of the skilled craftsmen in the capital and even in the whole of Dayin are all recorded here, totaling one hundred and eight people. ”

"One hundred and eight? There are so many blacksmiths...... "Jingmo was a little surprised, "But, what's the use of Zhou Rong recording this?" Why did Steward Luo think about this before he died? ”

"That's right!" Painting Thirteen's expression suddenly changed, "Jingmo, do you remember, how many people died in the northern suburbs?" ”

"Sixty or seventy? **Ten? Jingmo tried hard to remember, but shook his head helplessly, "At that time, the figures were crowded into a pile, it was really difficult to count, and I didn't pay attention to this. What's wrong? ”

"Steward Luo left this clue before he died, it must have his intentions. He hoped that someone would find this, there was only one possibility. Painting Thirteen frowned deeply, and said slowly, "That is, the people in it are still alive in the world, and that person or those people still have some secret. And that secret is very likely to be related to the fact that these blacksmiths were quietly summoned and ruthlessly executed, and it is related to Ying Chengzhao. ”

Jingmo was stunned, and his eyes fell on this piece of white paper and black letters: "Since the above records are detailed, let's check them one by one, and it must not be difficult to find one or two living mouths." ”

Hua Thirteen looked at the names again, hesitated and glanced at Jingmo, lowered his eyes and muttered, "I... I'm afraid I don't have that much time......"

When Jingmo heard his words, her heart seemed to skip a beat. But her face didn't show anything, as if she thought of something, her expression was flat and her smile was gentle: "By the way, I thought of a little." We don't have to go out of our way to find them one by one, there must be a group of people who are all too familiar with them. ”

Seeing Jingmo's confident appearance, Hua 13 gradually realized: "You mean, the group of children who were taken in from the northern suburbs to the house?" ”

Jingmo nodded, and went with Hua Thirteen to find the group of children brought back by Zhang Yueheng.

"Hey, it seems that all these people have been gathered in the villages in the northern suburbs." Jingmo couldn't help frowning and sighing after asking the children with Hua Thirteen, she looked at Hua Thirteen who was silent, and Wen Yan said with relief, "Thirteen, don't worry." After all, they are all children, and they may not remember clearly. As you said at the beginning, Steward Luo must have had a good intention in leaving us this clue. We're bound to find something else. ”

"Steward Luo......" A glimmer of light suddenly rose in the eyes of the thirteenth, he suddenly took out the dense piece of paper and read it again, and then, he hurriedly asked Zhang Yueheng on the side, "General Zhang, do you know, what is the original name of Steward Luo in Zhou Rong's Mansion?" ”

Zhang Yueheng was confused for a while, scratched his head, and replied after thinking hard: "This really stumped me... I remember what it seemed to be a single name...... At the banquet in the early years, I heard Zhou Rong mention such a mouthful......"

The last name on the paper fell on the last name of the painting thirteen: "Rob." Isn't that the name? ”

"Yes!" Zhang Yueheng patted his head, "I remember, I remember watching Zhou Rong and Mrs. Jiang play chess once, and Mrs. Jiang also joked that the housekeepers serving in Zhou Rong's mansion have all obtained good names, and they are none other than Luo Bu of 'Scattered Chess'." ”

"Master......" Thirteen eyebrows jumped, and his gaze quickly moved to the first name on the paper, Lu Zhongzhu. The introduction behind this name reads: The twenty-third generation of the orthodox heir of the Lu family class, with a perverse and brutal personality, specializing in the study of all kinds of extremely lethal weapons, was sentenced by the government for killing his wife in the prime of life, and was sentenced to beheading.

After reading this text, Thirteen fell silently into deep thought, and a ridiculous and reasonable thought flashed through his mind. Suddenly, his gaze turned to the children again, and he patiently asked, "Do you remember that there is an old man in your village, who rarely goes home, and only recently went back to work with your father and aunt, and his hair is gray, and the flesh on his face hangs listlessly. ”

"You're talking about Grandpa Lu." One of the more cheerful children was the first to reply, "The last person to speak to you in the ruins." ”

The other child was still uncontrollably sad when he thought about it, and replied with a red nose: "Although Grandpa Lu is always away from the village, every time he comes back, he will bring us a lot of delicious food, and he will also bring back a lot of good things for Abba and Grandma. ”

"Good stuff?" Thirteen eyebrows tightened, "What good thing?" ”

"It's flour." A childish voice replied obediently.

Another nimble and lively child retorted, "Not really." I secretly went to see that those big boxes stink, it's not flour! ”

"Stink? Is that smelly? Listening to the children's descriptions, Thirteen became more and more drummed in his heart, and asked more carefully, "Is it like the smell of a latrine?" Or does it stink like rotten stuff? ”

"It doesn't seem to smell like it's stinky! It's just choking anyway! I stole a handful at the time, but I was discovered by Grandpa Lu......" The clever child's voice gradually lowered.

"Don't be afraid, no one here will blame you. Moreover, what you said is very useful, can you tell this big brother the details? Jingmo comforted warmly on the side.

The child nodded heavily: "It's strange, Grandpa Lu is usually very strict with us, but that time he caught me stealing 'flour', but he only let me put it back, and promised me that as long as I don't say it obediently, I won't tell my father and aunt, and I won't be beaten." ”

"White powder... There is a stinky choking smell......" Hua Thirteen muttered to himself, his brows condensed deeper and deeper, "Did Grandpa Nalu say anything else?" ”