Mrs. Xu stretched out a pearl hairpin covered with green tendons, pointed to the pearl hairpin on the left side of the drawing, and said slowly: "Look, one of the pearl flowers on this pearl hairpin is six-petaled." If you look at the other branch, the beads are all five-petaled. That's where it's different. ”

Even though Chen Ying had already discovered that they were different, he was still a little shocked when he heard this.

The old man's observation is really no worse than that of the young man.

Just as I was thinking about it, suddenly, there was a "bang" on several pages.

This voice was extremely soft, but it still made Chen Ying's thoughts linger.

She immediately raised her eyes, but saw that Mrs. Xu was holding the sketch in her hand and leaning in front of her to take a closer look.

"This hairpin ......" she muttered softly, but she only said these three words before she stopped.

Then, she moved closer and closer to the page, leaning towards the window, as if to see the patterns in the bright light outside.

Chen Ying's heart jumped, and she blurted out: "Old lady......"

"Let me take a look." Old Madam Xu raised her hand to interrupt her, her eyes were always locked on the drawing, her expression was uncertain, and her eyebrows were frowning, as if she was remembering something.

Chen Ying stopped making a sound, stood quietly aside, and quietly observed her micro-expressions.

Old Madam Xu seemed to have a hard time recalling.

This can be seen from her pursed lips, and the expression of her eyebrows, sometimes staring.

After a few more breaths, every wrinkle on that old face deepened a little, and even her body tensed.

This was a sign of recalling the critical moment, and Chen Ying couldn't help but breathe heavily.

After a short half a moment, Mrs. Xu suddenly loosened her brows, raised her hand and pressed it to the corner of her forehead.

At that moment, her whole body seemed to be wrapped in tiredness.

"Old." Sighing slightly, she returned the drawings to Chen Ying, leaned back heavily, and snuggled on the big pillow.

"Does the old lady know this hairpin?" Chen Ying took half a step forward, with a bit of hope in her eyes.

If Mrs. Xu knew this, half of the fog in front of her would be broken, revealing the true face of the case.

What answered Chen Ying was Old Madam Xu's shaking of her head and sighing.

This sigh was like a gust of wind, blowing the little expectation in Chen Ying's heart in all directions.

"I vaguely remember that I seem to have seen such a pearl hairpin somewhere." Old Madam Xu said too much, her face was slightly gloomy, as if she could do nothing about the vague past in her memory: "I took a closer look just now, the style of a few beaded flowers on this hairpin is very familiar." It's only a moment and a half, and I can remember it right now, but it can't be done. ”

She tugged at the corners of her lips self-deprecatingly, revealing a bitter smile.

"I'm really old." She pressed the hand to the corner of her forehead and pulled it back, stroked her gray sideburns, and said with great emotion: "In the past few years, my forgetfulness has become bigger and bigger day by day, and it's not that I can't remember everything in the past, but every time I want to use it, I can't do it." When it didn't need it anymore, it ran back on its own. ”

With a helpless voice, she leaned over to serve the teacup.

Chen Ying hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Your tea is also cold, I'll pour it again." ”

While speaking, she poured the residual tea into the white magnetic bowl, and then went to the plum blossom case on the side, with a warm sleeve on the case, and the teapot was warm in between.

Taking advantage of this moment, she quickly sorted out the information she had just observed:

The micro-expressions are normal, the emotions are natural, and the language expression is logical.

Mrs. Xu didn't lie.

She recognized the hairpin, but she couldn't remember its owner.

Chen Ying's heart was settled, and the corners of her lips were smiling.

It doesn't matter if you can't think about it, think about it slowly, this case is already full of suspicions, Chen Ying never thought that the case could be solved in a short time, and she has gained a lot today, she is very satisfied.

Smiling and lifting the teapot to the front of the table, Chen Ying turned to the cup of tea.

Qingbi's juice flowed from the spout, and a thin white smoke rose in the air.

In the sound of dripping water, her clean voice was like the smoke, stable, calm, and soothing: "Old lady, don't work too hard, don't think about it if you can't think about it." Human memory is wonderful, and usually the hippocampus in our brain ......"

At this point, when the tea reached eight minutes, she stopped and turned to look at Mrs. Xu.

Half of the sun fell a few days ago, reflecting her clean eyebrows and eyes, and a little cool breeze blew through the cracks of the fan, blowing her hair and temples slightly.

In an instant, the girl in front of her was the ice and snow as the bone and the autumn water as the god, so that people did not dare to force their eyes.

Old Madam Xu's heart shook violently, and she couldn't help blinking.

Looking at it again, Chen Ying's face with little emotion once again occupied her sight.

"I said a lot of new words, and the old lady just listened to them, and there was no need to delve into them." The clear and pure voice was exactly what Old Madam Xu was used to hearing before.

She couldn't help but snort to herself.

She's really old and confused.

This former third granddaughter has never been an easy person to control, she knew it when she was in the Guogong Mansion. Now, the second room and the Yongcheng Marquis Mansion are like strangers, and the little bit of blood and affection left will eventually be exhausted one day, why should she bother herself and cry out in vain for some impossible things?

Although she thought so in her heart, in that extremely short breath, the regret in Mrs. Xu's heart was indescribable.

If she had known that Chen Ying's fate was so good, she should have put more effort into her marriage in the first place, so that she could marry a better and more promising son, instead of a noble martial artist like the little marquis.

It's a pity for such a good child.

Although she has never liked this third granddaughter, Mrs. Xu trusts and even appreciates the character of this "detective" girl.

"That's it, you kid is so polite." Old Madam Xu smiled, her tone quite affectionate.

Chen Ying had already returned to her seat at this time, and when she heard this, she bowed down from the seat: "I told you to bother the old man." ”

Old Madam Xu waved her hand and smiled, took a sip of tea, suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked: "I remembered, although my memory is not good, the Liu family is better than me, do you want to call her in and ask?" ”

She said Liu Baoshan's family.

Their masters and servants have been around for many years and are of the same age, and when Mrs. Xu was a girl, she was served, and this proposal was very reasonable.

Chen Ying only hesitated for half a second, then nodded in response: "But please come in with Mother Liu, maybe she can remember." ”

Old Madam Xu immediately raised her voice and ordered: "The Liu family comes in." ”

Liu Baoshan's family didn't go far, and the call was coming, and Mrs. Xu didn't need Chen Ying to speak, so she directly handed over the sketch and said with a smile: "Miss Chen is about to get married, I want to send her a set of noodles, which is also a congratulatory gift from my elders, but this girl is weird, and she doesn't say anything else. I look at this style very familiar, you see, has anyone ever worn this pearl hairpin before? ”

In a few words, he turned the conversation to Chen Ying's marriage, and there was no flaw in his words. (https:)

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