Suddenly, a broad shoulder hugged Sumire.

A familiar scent of pear blossom and bamboo came from the tall and straight body, wafting into Sumire's nose.

"Yang'er, what's wrong with you? Don't cry, I'm here. Ruohua asked softly.

Sumire wiped her tears and calmed down in Ruohua's arms.

She raised her eyes and glanced at Ruohua, and suddenly felt a lot more relieved, so she wiped away her tears and turned her head to Chang Xi, who was confused, and said, "Thank you father-in-law for doing your best for this Zhaoyang Palace." Thank you very much. ”

Chang Xi was slightly stunned, then turned into a smile and said, "Oh, these are all things that an old slave should do." It's just that why is the county lord crying, is there anything in it that is not satisfactory to the county lord? ”

Jin Yang hurriedly shook his head and said: "No, no, no, no, this Zhaoyang Palace is very well built, but I saw that this decoration was like my old residence, and I was a little touched for a while." ”

Chang Xi breathed a sigh of relief: "So that's the case." There was nothing to do, so the old slave retired first. The old slave once again congratulated the county lord and the joy of housewarming. ”

Jin Yang nodded at Chang Xi, and Chang Xi retreated with a group of palace people.

The palace maids also had the foresight to retreat one after another, leaving only Ruohua and Jin Yang in the courtyard.

"But did I make you sad?" Ruohua asked softly.

"No, no. It's just that the furnishings and styles in this room suddenly made me feel a little familiar, and I didn't know what was going on, so I cried. Even I feel a little baffled myself. Sumire sighed as she spoke, and slowly walked towards the room.

As soon as Sumire walked into the room, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity. The table and the wood seemed familiar.

A few days ago, she heard Mr. Pickaxe Kyonaka tell the storyteller that people have a past life and a present life. In her previous life, she probably lived here.

Thinking like this, Jin Yang sat on the edge of the bed, leaned over and pressed her cheek against the futon, only to feel the faint aroma in her nose, as if there was a sense of safety and peace that she had never felt before, rippling in her heart.

Ruohua stepped forward and gently stroked Jin Yang's hair with his hand, as if he was stroking a small animal.

"Ruohua, do you say that people have a past life? Could it be that someone is too naughty and accidentally spilled the soup when he drank Meng Po soup on the bridge, so the things that caused the past life still linger in his mind? ”

"Why do you ask?" Ruohua asked.

"Nothing. By the way, what do you think of what I told you earlier? Do you have an official position and a mansion that you like? Sumire asked, getting up.

When Ruohua heard this, he couldn't help but turn pale, got up and poured tea: "I won't be an official of this Zhou Dynasty." ”

Jin Yang frowned and didn't ask anymore, always feeling that Ruohua seemed to have some secrets she didn't know.

When Ruohua left, several maids came in.

"By the way, Sister Cha, where did you see that wild history about this Zhaoyang Palace?"

"If you go back to the county lord, the slave maid was working in the Scripture Pavilion before, so I took advantage of the night duty to go in and see some of them."

"The Scripture Pavilion?" Sumire asked.

"That's right, it's the Scripture Pavilion. The secret affairs in the palace are recorded in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, and in addition, there are many secret affairs in the palace. ”

"Then we'll go to the Scripture Pavilion."

"No—"

"Wow, this is the Scripture Pavilion, there is such a splendid place in the palace, so many bookshelves, it looks a little familiar, like where have I seen it." Sumire muttered.

"Wei Chen visited the county lord, dare to ask the county lord what he was looking for in this scripture pavilion?" An old man with gray hair walked in swinging over.

"You are?"

"Wei Chen is the master of the Hidden Scripture Pavilion. If the county lord wants to find something, he can ask me. The old man was hunched up, and he seemed to have reached the age of a sixtieth birthday, and he seemed to be unable to stand steadily.

Jin Yang asked tentatively: "It turned out to be the pavilion master, do you know that there is a Zhaoyang Palace in this palace?" ”

"Zhao ...... Palace. ”

"Zhaoyang Palace."

"Zhaoyang what?"

……

Jin Yang found that the old man was old, maybe he couldn't ask anything, so he made a gesture and prepared to take the palace maid to look through it herself.

But there are tens of millions of volumes in this scripture pavilion, and Sister Cha has been in the scripture pavilion for many years, and she doesn't remember seeing it on that shelf.

Several people were busy looking for most of the day, but they didn't find a certain ugly person.

The old man was leisurely, took a book he didn't know anything about, and sat next to him drinking tea cup by tea, looking like a master of the world.

"Pavilion Master, can I enjoy a cup of tea?" Sumire Yang was thirsty, so he wanted to beg for tea.

"Check? Where to check? That identical woman appeared in Zhaoyang Palace, no one could excuse her, right? What a poor woman. The old man didn't answer the question, but he was in the heart of the sun.

"What the pavilion master said, but Zhaoyang Palace? What exactly the same woman? When Sumire heard this, she couldn't help but be excited.

"Hmph, that's not exactly the same woman. It's just a charm, a ghost. The old man also held up the book and interjected.

Several maids also surrounded him: "County Lord, what is this Pavilion Lord saying, why can't you understand it?" ”

"Pavilion Master, do you know anything about Zhaoyang Palace?" Jin Yang said loudly in the pavilion master's ear.

When the old man heard Jin Yang's words, he turned his head and squinted his eyes to look at Jin Yang carefully.

Suddenly, he was stunned, and he fell from the chair to the ground, muttering, "Niangniang is back, Niangniang is back." It's really wronged, it's a great wrong. ”

Jin Yang saw that the old man seemed to know something, so he pulled the old man and refused to let go.

The little maid next to her asked suspiciously, "County Lord, can this old pavilion master really give us clues?" Those who dare not write the secret history of the palace into the historical records, is this old pavilion master all aware? ”

Jin Yang was not sure, but she just tugged at the old man's sleeve and didn't let go, no matter how the old man struggled, Jin Yang was not ready to let go, because she vaguely felt that this old pavilion master would be the one who told her everything.

"I don't know, I don't know. In this palace, there are ghosts! There are a lot of things, don't dare to talk nonsense, otherwise, you will end up like that. Amitabha, Amitabha......"

"What happened?"

The old pavilion master smiled gloomily and said, "Naturally, it is not good to die." ”

Jin Yang listened to the old pavilion master's gloomy words, and couldn't help but shudder.

"Dare to ask the pavilion master, can you know the ......"

Before Jin Yang could say the question, the old pavilion master suddenly threw the tea bowl in his hand to the ground, and scolded loudly with angry eyes: "I told you!" No, no, no! I don't know, I don't know, why are you still chasing and asking? Do you really think that this scripture pavilion of mine is some kind of casual place? ”

The old pavilion master's sudden anger caught Jin Yang a little off guard, and the little maid next to him hurriedly stepped forward when she saw this: "You old guy, how dare you be rude to the county lord?" ”

"Hmph, even if the king of heaven comes, I'm not afraid! Let's go! Get out of here! With that, he kicked Jin Yang and his party out of the Scripture Pavilion.