"You, you're talking about the Qing'an Hou Song family?" Shanyun was shocked, and then hurriedly asked in a low voice.

Changning nodded faintly, like a lump of wood.

"What's your idea?"

Changning still spoke with a blank face.

"Impossible, if there is such a good thing, why don't you go yourself?"

Changning pointed to his forehead and didn't speak.

Shanyun suddenly realized that although this Changning's face was always dirty and he couldn't see the beauty and ugliness clearly, but in the end, he was dumbfounded, whether it was beautiful or ugly, now he was ugly.

But she hasn't.

Shanyun is extremely glad that he has good cooking skills, and has been cooking in the kitchen since he was escorted to the official slave department, although the clothes are no different from the female slaves, but he has managed to escape the humiliation of the punishment.

And she still has a bit of beauty, plump figure, if she goes to the Song family, maybe she will have a chance to fly on the branches, even if she marries a steward, it is better than doing hard labor in the official slave department for a lifetime.

"Look at it, it's a wooden one, I didn't expect it to be clever, I'm leaving, you're good to occupy the kitchen alone, eat and drink spicy food, right?" Shanyun said, but that expression was obviously very exciting.

Changning smiled: "Sister Hua, who cooks in the prison next door, may also want to know this secret." ”

"Hey, don't, don't!" Shanyun hurriedly grabbed her and handed her the rice spoon on the spot: "You are busy, you are busy, I will go to the supervising grandma." ”

Shanyun ran away as soon as he smoked, while Changning was cooking leisurely.

This meal, the grandmothers ate heartily, and their tongues almost didn't bite off.

It's all the same dish, the same oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, but it's the difference between heaven and earth, and these days they have long known that Changning's craftsmanship is definitely not comparable to Shanyun's layman, so that now they are used to eating Changning's dishes, Shanyun is naturally insignificant.

But it is this insignificant figure that is the focus of Changning's attention.

"It's going to be done, I won't forget you, I'm not that kind of person." Shanyun sneaked up in front of her one day, and never saw Shanyun show up since.

On the second day, the supervising grandmother told Changning that from now on, she was Shanyun, and the Shanyun in the past should not be mentioned again.

Changning nodded and didn't ask anything.

The supervising grandmother was very satisfied with her performance, and left after telling her to do a good job.

At this time, Changning finally took off Mu Ne's mask, and his expression was frighteningly indifferent.

Sure enough, it was his hands and feet.

No wonder Song Yisheng was so well prepared, and acted in so many scenes in front of her to deceive her trust, it turned out that Song Yisheng had discovered her identity from the day she entered the Song family.

He got the people into the house, how could Song Yisheng not pay attention.

If that nightmare was her past life, then she was defeated in this moment.

But in this life, she came to her senses earlier, Song Yisheng, the person who fell into the urn now is you.

Changning wiped his hands and hid in the kitchen.

Now that there was not much work to do, and there was no Shanyun to bother, she could finally study the handkerchief, except for a very unique wooden kite embroidered on the corner, there was a bloodstain on the corner of the handkerchief.

Changning carefully examined the firelight.

It was found that there were many traces of hard objects on this square handkerchief, but the traces were disorganized and could not be seen.

Changning shook his handkerchief, and began to fold along the creases, and the traces of the outline gradually appeared.

It was a big tree, and there was something pressed under the rocks.

The painting method is simple and hurried, and it should be from Mo Chengyin's handwriting.

It seems that she is hiding something important, is this what Song Yisheng is looking for?

Changning took the handkerchief into his arms, quickly fried two dishes and sent them to the rice yard.

When the grandmothers were eating, she walked under the two big trees in the courtyard and carefully distinguished, Mo Chengyin should have worked here before he died, so that thing should be hidden under these two trees.

Changning quickly locked onto the largest stone, and with her eyesight, it was obvious that the stone and the tree were in roughly the same proportions as the girl had drawn on the veil.

I don't know if this is a coincidence, or if Mo Chengyin's skills are good, and the painting is realistic.

Changning's identity is now extraordinary, she walked over, and the female slaves moved away, so she found a touch of sandalwood under the boulder very smoothly.

She sat on the sidelines, tucking her things into her sleeve without a trace.

The grandmothers over there were already calling her, and Changning entered the house unhurriedly.

"It's these dishes every day, can't you change the tricks?" There are grandmothers who pick their teeth and complain.

People are like this, they have to look at Shu.

Changning glanced at her and said lightly: "Yes, but you need materials." ”

The supervising grandmother glanced at the complaining person: "When you are a noble lady, you still order dishes?" ”

Changning smiled and lowered his head to clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

There was also an account book on the table, on which many names were densely written.

Changning's hands and feet slowed down but he was still tidying up, and he found a familiar word in a sweep: Mo Chengyin.

It's the name, and behind it is written where she's going now.

Qing'an Houfu.

Sure enough, she guessed correctly, Shanyun replaced Mo Chengyin, and she stayed in the official slave division instead of Shanyun.

Changning cleaned up and turned around and left.

This time, no matter what Song Yisheng does, he can't hide it from her, and she won't let him get his wish.

Back in the kitchen, Changning didn't rush to take out the things, and didn't take them out until all the work was done to make sure it was safe.

This is a very simple wooden hairpin, except that the texture on the protrusion of the hairpin is a little weird, there is nothing special, but Changning looked at it in a daze, and in the end, the fist squeaked.

She guessed right, Song Yisheng just wanted this wooden hairpin.

Because she clearly remembered that this wooden hairpin was worn by Song Yisheng on his head for a long time to fix the hair crown.

How many people praised him for being diligent and thrifty and honest because of this, it turned out to be an illusion, Song Yisheng was just afraid of losing the wooden hairpin!

Changning snorted coldly, no matter what Song Yisheng was calculating, this time she was the first step.

Later, Changning found that the texture of this wooden hairpin was very hard, and she couldn't shake it even a bit.

No wonder Mo Chengyin dared to hide the wooden hairpin under the boulder without worrying that it would be crushed, it turned out to be a special wood.

Changning spun against the candle flame and found many tiny grooves on the wooden hairpin, which was obviously intentional.

That's all there is to her guess.

Although Changning has lived under this name, because she and Song Yisheng have known each other early, they didn't bother with Mo Chengyin, and then she became a princess again, and everything was very bothered, so she really didn't know much about Mo Chengyin.

But at least she got the hairpin one step ahead of Song Yisheng and grasped the initiative.

At night, Changning played a set of Liu family boxing techniques, but unfortunately there was no spear in his hand here, otherwise the spear of the Liu family would be called domineering.

Grandfather, granddaughter will not let you be wronged this time.

You're waiting underground to see.

Changning looked at the bright starry sky and swore secretly.

At the same time, the boulder under the tree was visited again.

The man was in a silver crown and green shirt, and his silver boots stepped on the moon, so faint that he seemed to come from a painting, and the round and bright moon behind him was illusory like a background, and he was the only one who did not eat fireworks.

He came and went, and the group of mediocre people in the Guannu Division naturally couldn't find it.

It's just that at this moment, the man's eyebrows are slightly raised, the arc raised is just right, and his expression has not changed, only his tone is quite playful: "There are variables again." ”