The official quickly sent the baggage he had found. It was a brown coarse cloth bag, which looked like the cloth bag that the wandering monk usually used, and the official carried it without any expense, and its weight was obviously not proportional to its size.

Liu Pin asked the official to put the cloth bag under the shed, and everyone surrounded her, Ran Yan didn't want to meddle in things, but she didn't suppress her curiosity about the case after all, and she followed.

"Open it and take a look," Liu Pin conceded.

The servants crouched down and began to untie the straps, and everyone held their breath, for the cloth bag might give them a lot of clues.

Ran Yan also looked at the package for a moment.

The package was scattered, and what was inside was to everyone's surprise—on top of the brown coarse cloth, a large bouquet of hosta flowers still stained with dew was lying quietly

Ran Yan's pupils shrank suddenly, "Where is this package?" ”

The official also had a vague sense of something, so he replied, "Just now Liu Tingshi instructed me to wait to look for pine forests and places with moss, and we found a pine forest four miles to the south, and there is a broken temple in the pine forest, which may have been abandoned for a long time, and the steps are covered with moss, and this cloth bag was picked up on the steps of the broken temple." ”

The leaves are delicate, the flowers are like hairpins, the color is like jade, and the fragrance is overflowing. This is the gentle and elegant hosta flower.

Does the hosta flower have anything to do with this person's death? Is this bouquet of flowers from the large hosta flower garden behind Yingmei Nunnery?

"There are two handfuls of hair" Yu Bohao opened the hosta flower, and there were two bundles of jet-black hair underneath, slightly soaked by rain, one with red silk and the other with blue silk, reflecting the white hosta flowers, which looked extremely enchanting and beautiful.

The ancients said that "married couples", and there were also mutual gifts of a bundle of hair to make love, is this cloth bag for the deceased? But with the bouquet, there will be two tufts of hair?

And these flowers were obviously picked for no more than a day and a night, does this bag have anything to do with this corpse......

Thinking of this, Ran Yan didn't want to stay any longer, so he told Liu Pinrang the location of the hosta garden, and returned to Yingmei Nunnery with Evening Green and Gelan.

Xing Niang was sitting on the porch sewing clothes absentmindedly, and when she saw Ran Yan, she didn't greet her with a smile as before, but saluted respectfully, and retreated back to the side with her clothes.

Ran Yan looked at her slightly rickety back, and her heart was extremely helpless, her Xing Niang didn't like her and ran to the autopsy again, but what can be done? Compared with medical skills, she is better at autopsy, and it is really difficult for her to get rid of the habit she has formed for a long time.

Seeing Ran Yan return to the house, Ge Lan walked up to the corridor, put away the umbrella, took a pen and paper and went to Xing Niang's room.

As soon as she opened the door, Ge Lan saw Xing Niang wiping her eyes in a panic, and when she saw that it was Ge Lan, she breathed a sigh of relief slightly, and said, "You are still weak, don't you go to rest?" ”

Ge Lan sat down opposite her, laid out the paper, picked up the pen and wrote: You are complaining about the lady's business.

Xing Niang sighed and said, "Alas, the lady finally recovered from her illness, and the hard days are over, but I don't know where to learn this craft, I thought it was a good thing to go to Yingmei Nunnery to avoid the limelight, but I never thought that the lady's temperament would be more and more wild." ”

Xing Niang said, her heart was even more uncomfortable, and she looked at Ge Lan and said, "The ladies are all ten-year-old girls, because of this matter, they will be delayed for another year and a half, and it doesn't matter if they are older, but she doesn't know how to restrain herself, and her reputation will get worse and worse in the future, which family can be willing to marry?" ”

Ge Lan suddenly lowered her eyes, covered the hazy mist inside, raised her hand and wrote a little more: Lady, she is no longer as timid and ignorant as before, she is doing it.

Ge Lan thought of the calm and calm posture and serious and respectful attitude when she saw Ran Yan preparing for the autopsy this morning, all of which made people feel broken, and later although she turned her back, she listened to what Ran Yan said, this woman is indeed not her mother......

"The previous lady was a soft water-like person, although her temperament was weaker, but there will be a lot of Lang Jun who likes it, but now it is very cold, there has never been a gentle time, plus this reputation, alas" Xing Niang sighed heavily.

Ran Yan raised his hand to knock on the door and froze in mid-air, then fell down again, raised his hand to stop the evening green who was about to make a sound, and retreated gently.

In the house, Ge Lan wrote two sentences on the paper: The previous lady was able to make people love, but unfortunately the woman in the house deceived me, how long can you and I protect her

The sentence written by Gelan is powerful through the back of the paper, as if with endless resentment, but there is nowhere to vent.

This sentence made Xing Niang stunned, if there was no Ge Lan, maybe the lady would have forced the Gao family to death a long time ago, and no matter how smart Ge Lan is, she is always a servant, and there is always a place out of reach. Just like two years ago, once something happened to Gelan, the lady didn't even have the ability to protect herself, even if she and Wanlu tried their best to protect each other, they were finally thrown into Zhuangzi.

Ge Lan felt sorry for the original lady, but she also complained about her, and risked her life to save her life, but what was the result?

No one told Gelan that the original lady had forgotten all about her after she died, and she wouldn't have felt anything if Gelan had this cruel fact.

"Xing Niang" Wan Luhuo pushed the door in, and said hurriedly, "Fang Cai Niang is standing outside the door, I don't know how sad she is when you say it."

Xing Niang was slightly stunned, and got up uneasily, "I...... I'm just worried about the lady......"

"Go and talk to the lady, just talk about it." Wan Lu hurriedly pulled Xing Niang outside, but she was stopped by Ran Yan just standing outside the door, and she couldn't interrupt silently, Wan Lu was already in a hurry, how many years have they been together through thick and thin, can they have grievances

Ge Lan followed.

The three of them walked into the house together, but saw the window wide open, Ran Yan was wearing a dark purple satin dress, her hair was scattered, she was holding a teapot, pouring hot tea with mist, and a hosta flower with white flowers and green leaves outside the window reflected her quiet and delicate face, the fragrance was faint, and the indifferent and peaceful appearance with a hint of coldness made the three of them stay for a moment.

Ran Yan picked up the cup and was about to drink tea, when he raised his eyes and saw a row of three people standing near the tent curtain, his hand paused, and asked, "Something?" ”

"Lady...... The old slave is also worried about the lady, so he will say something like that just now...... Don't take it to heart. Xing Niang said sincerely.

Ran Yan put down the cup, this matter is just a trivial matter in her opinion, once upon a time when others were talking about her gossip, she felt no, so she walked away from the side, and the result was that a group of people were not embarrassed, for half a year, when they saw her, they hid, and they didn't go in just now just because they didn't want to disturb the conversation of others, not to mention, Xing Niang was out of kindness.

"We have shared weal and woe together for so many years, I have regarded you as a relative and an elder, and the elders have a few words behind the younger generations, but no, you don't have to be like this. It's just a small thing. Ran Yan smiled lightly and said, "Sit down." ”

She smiled very shallowly, but it made people feel sincere, not perfunctory.

Xing Niang's tears jumped out of her eyes, took out a handkerchief and wiped it, and sat down opposite Ran Yan, "The lady has really grown up, she understands things like this, and the old slave is too worried, my lady is so talented, there will definitely be a good man waiting for you in the future." ”

Ge Lan and Wan Lu sat down, Ge Lan's face was faint, but Wan Lu couldn't hide her surprise, she grew up with her mother since she was a child, naturally her mother is a personality, sensitive, pessimistic, if it is left in the past, Xing Niang's words have to make the lady shed tears for half a month, so she was so anxious just now, who is not taking it to heart now.

However, Wan Lu liked this temperament, so he didn't think about it deeply, grinned and smirked, and Ge Lan glanced at her.

Late green flattened mouth, she didn't need to write at all, and she clearly saw what the white eye wanted to express: stupid

"Lady." Outside the house, Xiao Man's voice came, "There is a Sanglangjun looking for you, waiting in the bamboo forest at the entrance of the hermitage." ”

Ran Yan suppressed the light smile on his face, paused, got up and put on the satin robe he was wearing, and said to a few people, "I'll go and go back." ”

Evening Green scurried up, "The slave is with you." ”

Ran Yan never responded, nor did she object, and let her follow. When he walked out of the door, he saw Xiao Man standing at the door, damp, with seven bamboo shoots in the basket at his feet, and said, "It's not safe on the mountain, don't go out alone these days." ”

Xiao Man's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "Yes." ”

The autumn rain is misty, the bamboo forest outside the nunnery is washed and soaked by the rain, it looks verdant, the dense forest cultivates the bamboo, the drizzle is light and smoky, Sang Chen wears a clean moon-white wide-sleeved robe, holds an oil-paper umbrella painted with landscape inscriptions, and the slender slightly thin figure is like bamboo.

When Sang Chen saw Ran Yan really come out, a happy smile naturally floated on his face, refreshing and clear, like the dew that reflected the sun in the morning, fresh and translucent.

"Lady." Sang Chen called out shyly, a flush appeared on his white cheeks, and he looked at Ran Yan a little crampedly.

The corners of Ran Yan's forehead jumped, and he said in his heart that this person is not a man who looks like a dog, but whenever he spits out a word, he is timid, with a second anger that makes people unconsciously run away.

"I'll pay you back at the bottom." Sang Chen took out a small blue cloth bag from his bosom and reached out to hand it over.

Ran Yan once asked him not to call "below" and "below", but Sang Chen seemed to be used to this, and he was still the same.

Wan Lu looked at Ran Yan's calm face, there seemed to be some precursors of anger, and she never said that she wanted to take Sang Chen's money, so she honestly stood by her side with an umbrella and looked at Sang Chen sympathetically.

"You are a school teacher, you are not good at teaching and educating people, and you run around all day long," Ran Yan said in a flat voice.

Sang Chen shuddered, withdrew his hand in a sneer, and replied in a low voice, "A few days ago, I quit my job as a tutor and went to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion of Yuncong Temple to help copy **, which happens to be close to the lady, hehe, what a coincidence." ”

If it weren't for Ran Yan's strained face, Wanlu would have laughed a long time ago, thinking that Sang's mind is really known to everyone in Sima Zhao's heart

"Yesterday a man died here, he was tortured and killed by others, and he was thrown on the slope of the mountain, I went to help the government do an autopsy early in the morning, that Lang Jun is not as handsome as you, I hope the next person to see is not you." When did Ran Yan get angry, so he deliberately scared him.

Looking at Sang Chen's pale face, his heart was just a little happier, but he heard Sang Ertu's voice with complex emotions such as slightly frightened, happy, and shy, "The lady feels that she is ...... Is handsome and doesn't skip words.

Ran Yan only felt a surge of blood surging up her head, giving her a terrible headache, and the anger that had just been soothed suddenly increased several times. She forgot that this two-to-extreme rabbit must not be measured by normal people's thinking.

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