Si Ying felt that all this was very real, so he went to the back alley of the Chu family the next day.

The sun is still scorching in the spring, Si Ying looked in at the entrance of the alley, and still felt that an inexplicable cold air was rising from the soles of his feet, and the beggars had gone out to beg, and it was empty.

Nothing, could it be that yesterday everything was an illusion.

Si Ying looked sideways at the closed back door of the Chu family, only to feel a gloomy aura enveloping it densely, even if it was in the middle of the day, this feeling was very strong.

Si Ying sighed slightly, if he wanted to find out the secret, he had to find another way, but he didn't expect the Chu family to send it to the door by himself.

Forget the dust sat cross-legged on the bed, lowered his eyebrows and silently recited the scriptures, looking like a man of compassion.

The second lady of the Chu family, who was also the first woman to rush out after the woman's death that day, Lin Wenxiu looked at him expectantly.

"What is the master's consideration?"

Forget the dust in the mouth is still silently reciting the scriptures, the lines do not move, Lin Wenxiu feels that the monks are extraordinary and lonely, cold and indifferent, not stained by the world.

She was suddenly a little depressed, and it seemed that she couldn't please him today.

"Stay until the willow tops on the moon, and I will come to the door to exorcise ghosts."

Forget Chen suddenly spoke, the voice was not thick or faint to her ears, Lin Wenxiu was overjoyed, bowed his head and wept and said: "Thank you master, since yesterday the maid fell from the upper floor and died, everyone is panicked all day long, afraid that the next one will be herself, I really didn't expect my sister to be dead, and turned into a ghost to stir up the Chu family's peace!" ”

Forget the dust no longer said and continued to chant the scriptures, Lin Wenxiu felt embarrassed, stood up and bowed to forget the dust and left.

Feng poured out of the ear room, looking at her departing back, her eyes were as secretive as she was deep.

——

It is still in late spring, and the moonlight is like water.

The spring flowers in the courtyard of the Chu family are in full bloom, and the flowers in the flower pond under the corridor have already budded, and the pink and pink are as tender as the tip of a beauty.

Lin Wenxiu personally led Wangchen and Feng to the heart with a lantern, and several people turned the corridor and went directly to the Hanlian Pavilion where the accident occurred.

On the second floor, Lin Wenxiu extinguished the lantern and lit the wall lamp, pointed to the cracked bamboo window on the second floor and said: "That's it, the maid Chen'er fell down here, and the way to die is the same as Sister Qinglian's." ”

"Qinglian ......," Feng poured out the name in his heart.

Lin Wenxiu nodded and said softly: "It's my sister's name." ”

Forget the dust to the center of the pavilion, sit cross-legged, put his hands together, a tune like water Buddha sound sounded slowly, wash the filth here, under the goose yellow light, really like a living Buddha.

Feng tilted his head to check the scene of the crime, the Hanlian Pavilion was very warm, the screen curtains, the carpet wall hanging, and the lingering lotus incense on the case, this place should be built for the beloved.

However, the structure under the window is very interesting, and the floor near the window slopes sharply, which seems to have been built on purpose.

"It's to cater to the slightly long eaves outside the window, originally the Xianggong wanted my sister to enjoy the lotus here and not be hurt by the scorching sun."

Lin Wenxiu saw Feng's doubts, and explained lightly with lowered eyes.

"Since Qinglian is so favored, why did she end up like this." Feng leaned down and inspected the slope carefully, as if asking casually.

"This, I don't know." Lin Wenxiu lowered his head and said slightly sadly, as if he deliberately avoided this topic.

Feng leaned up straight, she hurriedly stepped forward, her tone changed, and she asked with a little more trepidation in the original sorrow: "Sister's soul must still be wandering here, it must be Chen'er who collided with her, so she hooked her soul and asked for her life!" ”

Feng asked in his heart: "Have you seen the appearance of a ghost?" ”

Lin Wenxiu raised his head and said in a daze: "Huh? No, no? ”

In other words, it was Madame's flat guess that connected Chen'er's death with Qinglian's ghost. Otherwise, according to common sense, the first thing that should be reported to the police is when a murder occurs, and then the government will determine whether her death is regarded as a mistake, suicide, or homicide. How could you call a master to chant scriptures to exorcise ghosts? ”

Lin Wenxiu was dumbfounded, and then exclaimed angrily: "This, what do you mean? ”

Feng Qianxin pointed to the slightly sloping floor and said: "This place is originally slightly sloping, and it is a lotus-patterned marble floor, if you accidentally lower two drops of lamp oil here with a lantern at night, it is easy to fall from the second floor, right?" ”

Lin Wenxiu's face changed, and he said coldly: "There is a wall lamp in this Hanlian Pavilion, so why do you have to light a lantern?" ”

"And what is this?" Feng poured his heart into taking a small piece of silk yarn from the broken window frame, which was exactly the same as the lantern cover in Lin Wenxiu's hand!

"Maybe she was ordered to get something, maybe she stole it, but when she walked to the slope under the window, she accidentally dropped two drops of lamp oil, and her foot slipped and caused her to fall and fall to her death."

"Since it was an accident, why did Madam do everything possible to pull out a powerful ghost drama on Qinglian's body?"

The first moon showed a half-bent posture from behind the clouds, the light was cold and low, and there seemed to be a layer of silver frost on the Hanlian Pavilion, so that the spring season was full of desolation, but this scene was so desolate that it seemed to retreat to the winter.

Lin Wenxiu was cramped and uneasy, beads of sweat were already on his forehead, and even his knuckles were white when he clenched the lantern rod in his hand.

Feng poured his eyes on her, and said with a sudden chill on his face: "Let me tell you for you, you want to discredit her, since a maid died, and the way of death is so coincidental with her, then why not add a handful of oil and vinegar, let her die and carry a black cauldron of a powerful ghost asking for her life, through the master's statement of crossing the ghost, it is more confirmed that Qinglian turns into a ghost and asks for her life, so that when people who are panicked all day long mention her in the future, it is the itchy teeth of hatred, not a face of pity!" ”

The lantern pole in Lin Wenxiu's hand fell to the ground with a bang, and the scriptures in Forget Chen's mouth also stopped abruptly.

"No, it's not me......," she slumped on the floor, tears streaming down her face.

"I know it's not you, after all, you are the concubine of the Chu family, even if you are favored, you don't dare to so blatantly smear the lady of the main room, someone must have instructed it, and this person is none other than the one who built this Hanlian Pavilion for Qinglian in the first place, her husband Chu Ci!"

A wave of anger arose, Feng Qianxin didn't know why she was so angry, she just felt that she had to say these things, and she had to say it for that woman!

She got up and left, grabbed the forgotten dust on the ground and walked out, and when she walked to the door, she suddenly stopped and said coldly: "We can't help with this favor, tell Chu Gongzi that this ghost and god theory should think of another way!" ”

"No!" Lin Wenxiu suddenly shouted, and said with tears in her eyes: "I don't know why Xianggong is like this, but Xianggong clearly loves her, even her body is placed in his room, the coffin of the thousand-year-old cold jade, Qinglian looks extremely beautiful, lying in it as if she is asleep, Xianggong sleeps with her every day, like, like a demon!" ”