...... "When will my sister make up all the zodiac signs and send them to me, will it be like hurting Cangpeng......"

...... "My sister's little spider flew, and Cangpeng gave my sister another one." If my sister is afraid, don't look at it, just let Bitong see if the net is round tomorrow morning......"

The tears fell out so easily, but they were pulled away by the wind.

The stone benches in the pavilion were covered with a layer of clear snow blown by the wind, but a gust of wind swept them off and then a layer was added. It's like tears in the eye, welling up, falling, and coming up again......

She stared at the bluestone bench that flickered in a daze.

Suddenly, a gust of wind swept into the pavilion, whistled into the corner of the bench, and squeezed hard to sweep away the snow inside.

She blinked...... What is that?

Moved over on tiptoe with unconscious feet that were frozen unconscious......

A string of amber beads lies there quietly, each bead is round and smooth, and there are also round marks like water waves hidden on it, which is the unique texture of golden silk nanmu.

Such beads...... She's only seen it on one person's wrist......

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"Ma'am, the big girl is here."

Pan'er lifted the autumn-scented soft curtain embroidered with frangipani, and with a simple smile on her soft white face, she led Cheng Xueyan into the door.

At the end of dinner, Roufeng Xuan ushered in a rare moment of tranquility in the day, Tang Fanrou sat cross-legged on the bed, her eyes closed, her bloodless thin lips moved lightly, as if she was reciting scriptures.

Cheng Xueyan noticed that she was twisting a string of golden silk nanmu prayer beads between her fingers.

In the candlelight, the beads are round and smooth...... The hand in the sleeve couldn't help but clench the rosary that had soaked her body temperature.

Hearing the movement, Tang Fanrou hurriedly got off the bed and took her hand affectionately: "I heard Pan'er say that you came a few times today, but you didn't enter the door." Also, I'm so busy this day that I can't breathe. If you don't come, I'll go to you later. I found out that there was a box of blood bird's nest in the warehouse. Bird's nest is already nourishing, and this blood bird's nest is even more rare. You've always been in poor health, and you're just recovering from your illness, look at this face......"

looked at her carefully, her eyes were full of love: "It just so happened that you came and brought this bird's nest with you, whether you stew it with rock sugar or pour it with honey, it is all nourishing and nourishing, you ......"

Seeing that she was silent for a long time, her eyes were crazy, Tang Fanrou felt that something was wrong.

Gently let go of your hands......

"When ......"

Something fell out of the two separated hands and landed on the ground.

I bent down to pick it up, but it was a string of golden silk nanmu prayer beads.

When her eyes moved to Cheng Xueyan's face, she saw that she was looking at herself, with caution and suspicion in her eyes......

She smiled, but this smile lost its former cordiality in Cheng Xueyan's eyes, although she wanted to be as kind as possible, it was much more far-fetched.

"Big girl, this is ......"

She has always called herself Xue Yan, but now she has changed her name to "big girl......

Cheng Xueyan was silent, and only looked at her fixedly.

Tang Fanrou smiled and twisted the beads on this string of rosary beads, and hung it on the hand that originally held a string of rosary beads, looking back and forth, it was impossible to tell which string was which.

"Oh no, it's inseparable, but how can I return it to the eldest girl?" She exclaimed.

"It's all yours, do you still need points?"

The words were soft, but the word "all" was bitten very hard.

Tang Fanrou glanced at her, smiled meaningfully, and the soft light in her eyes was removed, but she was still kind: "The eldest girl is here prepared today?" But I don't know why......"

At this time, Pan'er came in with tea, as if she didn't notice the tension between the two, and went out again with her head down.

"Almond tea is relieved to go to the fire, the big girl might as well sit down and drink a cup, so as to warm up her body."

Cheng Xueyan did not shirk, sat on the rose chair with silk cotton cushions, and held up the carved flowers, birds, beasts, flowers, and grass patterns, lotus petals, and celadon tea bowls.

Almond tea is slightly bitter in the mouth, but the aftertaste is very fragrant, and hot, which does have a warming effect.

Tang Fanrou put down the tea bowl and only picked up the two strings of beads in her hand: "It's really exactly the same, so I don't know which string belongs to Cangpeng......

Feeling Cheng Xueyan's gaze shooting like a sword, she didn't look up, still rubbing the rosary, and the smile on her face was unadulterated love: "If I can only choose one string, which one should I choose?" ”

Cheng Xueyan didn't understand what she wanted to say.

"A string is with me for a long time, a string is new, but it is the same value and the same can keep people safe, you say, which one should I choose?"

Tang Fanrou raised her eyes to look at her, and her eyes were a little sad.

"If you had two children, one nine years old and one newborn, and God had to take one of them, which one would you give up?"

Cheng Xueyan vaguely felt that she had a hidden intention, but she couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Isn't it hard to choose?" She smiled, a tear in the corner of her eye: "What if they are your brothers?" One is Cangpeng, and the other is a child who has never met but has also existed in this world...... Which one's death will make your heart ache even more? You don't have to answer, I know, it must be Cangpeng, he is so cute, and he is so close to you......"

"You killed him?" She finally said her question, but at this moment, her eyes filled with tears, blurring the smiling face in front of her.

"If I had given him this rosary, would you believe it?" Tang Fanrou smiled sadly: "Just because you have been together for a long time, you are partial to him, but isn't that child who only looks at the world your younger brother?" Just because he went early, all the people forgot about him, but remembered him...... Only his mother ......"

The voice was choked.

"People say I'm not blessed, and they laugh at me for my thin life, the child who hasn't had time to see the world yet...... I was the one who caused him. If I hadn't been the second lady of Cheng Mansion, if I hadn't conceived a child at the same time as another person, if it wasn't for Mrs. Chu's early death...... He is now eight years old and will be very happy and healthy. Maybe he doesn't have food and clothing, but as long as he lives...... It's good to be alive......"

Cheng Xueyan didn't listen to Bitong talk about the old things in the Cheng Mansion, it seems that there will always be invisible bloody battles in such a house. She also guessed that Yi Du Mizhen's personality must be unscrupulous to defeat her opponent, of course, Tang Fanrou will not be a good type, but she still became a loser in the end. No, she's not the last loser......

"You know what? Whenever I see Cangpeng, I will look for the shadow of the child in him, and I sometimes think of him as my own child in a daze. He was so happy, happy and carefree to live in this world for eight years, eight years! ”

Her hand grabbing the back of the chair was trembling: "Xue Yan, if someone harms you, you still have to smile at her, how do you feel in your heart?" ”

"So you killed him?" Cheng Xueyan looked at her face that was holding back tears but still smiling slightly, and suddenly gave birth to a trace of terror.

"Xue Yan, do you remember when you once said to me, 'Good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil'? also said, 'God will not bear to let Erniang suffer'...... Seeing her in such pain, I was both happy and sad, but she was still happy, she could cry happily, and I couldn't even shed tears...... Hatred is really not a good thing, and even if it disappears, it can't make people happy......"

She looked at the two strings of prayer beads in her hand, and put one string on the high table of red sandalwood, but the person sat back on the bed, twisted the smooth and round beads, closed her eyes and recited the scriptures.

Throughout, she was noncommittal about asking questions, making things even more confusing and suspicious. Of course, the rosary left behind in Mochigetsu Pavilion alone won't prove anything, but it will inevitably give rise to a lot of speculation. In all fairness, she didn't want or even fear that Tang Fanrou was the murderer of Ogura Peng. In her heart, Tang Fanrou is a gentle and kind woman who can endure humiliation and burden, and is kind and friendly to anyone, if such a person also has the heart of a femme fatale, she doesn't know who else in the huge Cheng Mansion can trust, how to look at the face that smiles so sincerely in the future, and how to avoid becoming the next person to die inexplicably. But if it weren't for her, why would Kokura Peng climb Duxiu Mountain on Chinese New Year's Eve, although he is also naughty on weekdays, but is it really just for fun? It's just that if Tang Fanrou wants to attack him, I'm afraid that there will be opportunities in the past eight years, why do you have to wait until this moment? And if you find one among many people who has a deep hatred for Du Mizhen's mother and son, looking at the whole mansion, who else will there be besides her? But......

There are questions that seem to have no prepared answers from the moment they are born.

She looked at the golden silk nanmu rosary resting on the high table, and the half-hanging Yingluo trembled slightly in the windless room.

When Pan'er sent them out, she seemed to stop talking, so she found an excuse to let Bitong go back to Yanran Pavilion first, leaving Pan'er to walk slowly with her.

"Big girl, do you suspect that Madame killed the little boy?" Pan'er was much happier than her master, but then she started Tai Chi again: "The slave doesn't know why the eldest girl is so concerned about this matter, if you really want to find out clearly, you might as well start from the incident eight years ago, or go to the back kitchen now to see if there is more musk in the tonic stewed for Mrs. every day?" ”

Pan'er said such a big thing in one breath, and she didn't feel any disrespect in her tone, she only bent her knees slightly to Cheng Xueyan, turned back, and left Cheng Xueyan alone in the snow.

There seemed to be something clear in my heart, but it was extinguished again by the wind that poured into my chest.

The night is cold to the bone, but it makes people not half awake.

Cheng Xueyan was stunned for a moment, then turned around and walked towards Yanran Pavilion.

The snow has been trampled on, and the mirrors are generally laid under the feet, and even if there are trees and houses next to them, it still feels empty, and it is a little difficult to distinguish the direction.

Unconsciously, I walked near a courtyard.

There is not even a single footprint of snow around the courtyard.

I looked up, but I saw a plaque hanging on the door, and the three words "Purple Xiangju" were shining in the snow.

It was as if my heart had been hit by something......