Wan Ping one by one, one by one, Chai Xuan muttered.

He opened his eyes and heard his own voice, but his eyes were blank. He seemed to remember a lot of things, but his head was empty, and he didn't have a clear picture.

"Alang?" A voice sounded in his ears, Chai Xuanyi turned his head and saw an unfamiliar face.

Yuanzi saw that his face was dazed, and sighed and said, "Ah Lang, the slave is Yuanzi, the maid who serves your daily life." ”

Chai Xuanyi nodded indifferently, and listened to Yuanzi again, "You have a high fever last night, and you still call people's names indiscriminately, and the slave still thinks you remember something." ”

Chai Xuanyi listened blankly, couldn't react for a while, and asked in a hoarse voice for a while, "Who am I?" ”

"You are the Langjun of the Chai family, ranked fourteenth in the clan" Yuanzi's voice paused, according to the original words, she would next introduce when he married the county lord of Wenxi, and when he established the mansion alone But at this time, his wife was lying in the mourning hall, if after listening to it, he asked where his wife was as usual and asked to see her, what should he do?

"Ah Lang, your fever has just subsided, so don't think too much." Yuanzi dipped the towel cloth in water, helped Chai Xuanyi wipe his face, and continued, "Do you want to lie down for a while, or will it collapse now?" ”

Chai Xuanyi was stunned for a long time before he said, "Collapse." ”

Yuanzi called the maid to come in and waited for Chai Xuanyi to freshen up and change clothes. Chai Xuanyi let them fiddle, but his eyes kept staring at the white silk huā between the hair of a maid, and after looking at it for a long time, he only felt that his throat was inexplicably blocked, so he stretched out his hand and ripped it off.

The maid who was helping him tidy up the corners of his clothes screamed in fright, glanced at Chai Xuanyi in surprise, then quickly lowered his eyes, and bowed, "The slave should die." ”

No one responded for a long time, she secretly raised her eyes, but saw Chai Xuanyi staring at the huā in her hand in a daze.

Yuanzi looked at Chai Xuanyi's series of actions in astonishment, but he didn't react for a while, and only said after a while, "Ah Lang...... What do you remember? ”

The clothes on Chai Xuanyi's body have been dressed, dressed in green clothes, his hair has not been combed, only loosely knotted behind his back, and his slender and good-looking hand is holding a white silk huā and his eyes seem to be staring at it, but it seems empty and unfocused.

The silence in the house was terrifying, and Yuanzi quietly waved his hand and ordered everyone to go down.

"Ah Lang, the slave and maid have retired first, if you have something to do, you will call the slave maid." After Yuanzi finished speaking, he saw that he didn't react, and he was afraid that he would forget, so he reminded again, "The slave's name is Yuanzi." ”

After that, she also retreated and just walked to the door, but she heard Chai Xuanyi call her "Yuanzi." ”

"Yes, what does Ah Lang command?" Yuanzi paused.

Chai Xuanyi said slowly: "I...... Who else is in the house? ”

Yuanzi chuckled in his heart, and said with a smile, "There must be more than 100 people up and down the master of the Chai family, and the slave and maid can't say it clearly for a while, why don't you have breakfast first, and the slave and maid say slowly?" ”

Chai Xuanyi nodded in a daze.

The snow outside was already light, but it was still overcast, and occasionally a flake or two of snow was falling.

The white silk has been hung at the door of the Chai Mansion, and there is no mourner in the snow.

It was shortly after noon that a carriage stopped at the door.

The porter who was roasting the fire saw someone coming, and immediately got up, and saw a woman in moon-white plain clothes who was helped by the maid to get down from the car, her face was covered with black soap veil, and he greeted him with a condolent dress, "Who is this lady?" ”

"I came to mourn the county lord Wenxi, please forgive me for inconvenience in identifying myself." Her cold voice said slowly.

The porter knew that the identity of the county lord of Wenxi was avoided by many people, and there was no master who could be the master in the house, so he thought about it, and felt that there was nothing good to plan in this house, so he invited her to the gatehouse first, and then sent someone to inform the housekeeper.

After waiting for a while, a small servant came over and said, "Master Wu asked the little one to take you to the mourning hall." ”

It's not that the housekeeper is sluggish, but the mourner has already said that he doesn't want to show his identity, so he follows the wishes of the guests and walks in a low-key manner.

The little guy didn't say anything all the way, and led the people to the mourning hall and hurriedly retreated.

The mourning hall is extremely empty, there is only one coffin, the room is full of white practice, there are sacrifices placed in front of the coffin, no one guards the coffin, only a few maids stand under the corridor to wait.

Ran Yan quietly looked at the coffin opposite, and once again had a feeling of resistance to the corpse, not only because she admired Li Wanping's personality, but also because she had a face that was five or six points similar to herself, which was why she couldn't help but come to mourn the county lord Wenxi.

Ran Yan didn't know the funeral customs of the Tang Dynasty, and only bowed deeply three times to the coffin. The evening green behind her looks inexplicable, but you can also feel her solemnity.

After standing for a while, Ran Yan led Wanlu away.

When I walked to the courtyard, I heard a clear sound of the piano, and my heart moved slightly, so I unconsciously followed the sound of the piano.

"Lady, it's the backyard." 1 little guy reminded.

Ran Yan didn't hear it, walked straight through a door, and saw the plum huā in the garden, and the heavy snow pressed the branches, which was also beautiful, but it was not as lively as the blooming huā.

Seeing this, the little girl didn't dare to stop him, and he didn't know what to do, so he hurriedly turned around and went back to the housekeeper to ask.

Ran Yan listened to the sound of the piano and guessed that no one had told Chai Xuanyi about his wife's death, and he couldn't help but feel sad. She was just about to walk into the plum garden, but suddenly saw a blue-shirted maid flash past and go to the study. Ran Yan stood behind the plum tree, dressed in moon-white plain clothes again, and the maid was in a hurry.

but they didn't see her.

Ran Yan had been to the study once, and he still remembered the way, hesitated for a moment, and then followed.

When she walked to the door of the study, she only saw a brazier placed under the porch, and when she heard the footsteps, she immediately pulled Wanlu and hid behind the wall, and quietly stretched out her head to peep.

The blue-shirted maid took out a thick pile of paper from her sleeve and threw them into the brazier one by one.

Seeing that her back was to this side, Ran Yan went up the corridor from the stairs on one side, putting her steps to the lightest.

The maid seemed to be alert to the surroundings, Ran Yan had just stepped on the porch, and before she had taken two steps, she turned her head suddenly, and saw that she didn't know someone, her slightly pale face eased slightly, and when she saw Ran Yan's dress, she bowed to her and said, "You are here to hang Mrs. Xi, this is the study, and the mourning hall is over there." ”

Ran Yan slowly approached her silently. Ran Yan knew this maid, and she had seen her in the study, and she was served by Chai Xuanyi's side, called Yuanzi.

"I've been wondering, Chai Langjun has such severe amnesia, how did he remember hatred and kill He Yan and Yu Lang like this." Ran Yan's gaze fell on the paper in her hand.

Ran Yan didn't doubt Li Wanping's IQ at all, if Chai Xuanyi really only killed Bai Ru, she wouldn't be so stupid to exchange her life for her life, unless she found out something, but it was too late, and she could only use such a decisive method.

It's a pity that Li Wanping's personality can't exist for a long time, otherwise no one will be able to exploit the loophole under her nose.

Yuanzi's face turned pale, not only because of Ran Yan's words, but also because Ran Yan's eyebrows and eyes were too similar to those born by Wenxi County, she recognized her mistake once, she could admit it twice, and Ran Yan was still covered with soap veil at the moment.

"You, you" Yuanzi looked at her in disbelief, the paper in her hand scattered all over the ground.