Although Linghua doesn't want to get involved in other people's family affairs, let alone startle the snake, if she doesn't help at this time, she is afraid that the next Yuan Qiuying will appear.

"Well, that's fine." Linghua sighed, took a few steps back, stood in the distance and shouted, "Is there anyone?"

The shouting in the house stopped.

She continued to shout, "Does the little lady of the original mansion live here?"

After a while, the woman inside opened the door and looked at Linghua vigilantly: "The little lady is not here, I think she is out to play." I wonder what the guests are looking for her?"

Linghua quickly glanced up and down at the woman. She looks like she is only about twenty years old, tall, with apricot eyes and curved eyebrows, quite amorous, and Yuan Qiuying are like two extremes, no wonder Chu Qiyang wants to accept her as a concubine.

But at this moment, her eyes are red, and there are tears on her face that have not been wiped off, and she obviously has no sense of style.

Linghua shook the broken silver in his hand: "I accidentally collided with the little lady today and spilled the food in her arms, I come to apologize."

The woman's eyes looked at Linghua's hand and hesitated for a moment, she unconsciously tilted her head behind her, and strode out of the door.

Although she didn't care about it on her face, her eyes kept glancing at the broken silver: "Rourou is still young and ignorant, she collided with the VIP, and the concubine apologized to the VIP."

When the woman was in charge, a girl crept out of the door behind her, and when she saw that the woman had not noticed, she ran away.

"Auntie doesn't have to be polite, please accept this kindness as compensation for spilling food." Linghua stuffed the broken silver into the woman's hand.

"What's so embarrassing?" Seeing Linghua's guilty face and insisting on making amends, the woman accepted the silver half-pushed and half-on-the-spot.

Linghua didn't want to be entangled, and after a word or two of polite words, he hurriedly traced the girl's traces, and finally found Rourou at the back door of the original mansion.

She got out of the dog hole in the corner and lay on the bamboo raft in the middle of the river, clutching her neck, as if she couldn't speak for pain.

The bamboo raft has no poles, and it seems to be drifting with the tide but it seems to be pulled by a force, fluttering in front of a family.

The people inside seemed to have a premonition of the girl's arrival, and went out to greet the raft when it was gently leaning against the door.

The man was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy, he was ragged and covered in oil, and there seemed to be a large swollen lump on his back, which made his shoulder blades stand out.

The boy squatted down and grabbed the string from the bamboo raft, tied it to the bamboo wormwood in front of the door, dragged her hands from under Rourou, and carried her into the house.

Linghua hid his figure, restrained his breath and stood on the surface of the river, and when he saw this, he followed the young man and walked in.

As soon as I entered the door, I smelled a strong smell of oily smoke, as if this smell of oil had soaked into the room. Linghua sniffed carefully, and the smell was exactly the same as the smell on Rourou's body.

The room was empty and shabby, and a few pieces of stolen clothes were piled up in the corners of the walls covered in oil. A stove was placed next to it, and an iron pot was placed on it, and the hot oil in it sizzled.

The boy placed the girl on the wooden bed, and his voice was as warm as jade: "What's wrong with Rourou? Are you hurt?"

The girl pointed to her throat and babbled speechless.

The young man's pupils shrank suddenly, "They poisoned you dumb in order to avenge your two disgusting brothers?!"

Rourou hurriedly waved her hand, and squeezed out one word in a hoarse voice: "Mother."

The young man seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and a layer of sarcasm appeared in his eyes: "It turned out to be your mother. It seems that my mother can also be ruthless, and she is no different from people who are not related by blood."

Rourou couldn't understand what he was saying, and pointed to her throat to say something, but all that could come out was a hoarse voice like a hacksaw.

The more Rourou spoke, the more anxious she became, and she screamed in her own voice. But she couldn't scream any more, only a short, rough and hoarse "ahhhhhh

Her whole body trembled, and she hurriedly grabbed the boy's sleeve and pulled it desperately, and her eyes drowned in tears were staring at the boy with wide and longing.

The boy didn't understand the cry for help in the girl's eyes at all, and slowly pulled his sleeve out of her hand: "It's useless for you to drag me, I should go to your mother." Poison dumb

Yours is your mother, it's your mother who should be resented, and you're the wrong person to blame for dragging me to mourn."

With tears on her face, she pounced on the young man's sleeve and gave him a few copper plates.

"Who rarely wants this, can you help me find what I want? If not, forget it, I will continue to be friends with you until you find it." The boy threw the copper plate on Rourou and looked indifferently at the small piece of hot oil in the pot, "Today's oil doesn't seem to be very fragrant."

A "uh-huh" sound came out of Rourou's throat, and the boy looked back at the girl with a blank look: "You found it?"

"Uh-huh!" Rourou nodded again and again, and pointed to her throat again.

The young man didn't speak again, and a shallow spiritual power gathered in his palm, and a light golden light emanated from his abdomen, gradually flowing down his body to his hand.

Linghua, who was standing behind him, suddenly tightened in her heart, and a familiar feeling appeared in her heart as the young man moved. Her heart was beating faster and faster, and for some reason a sense of uncertainty came over her.

The light of the young man's palm became brighter and brighter, and a faint diamond flower mark appeared on the back of his hand.

Under the golden light, Rourou looked up at the god-like man in front of her, and placed the hand that could save her from fire and water on her wounds, and a cool stream of warm water flowed into her throat, which was dry and aching like fire.

The light flashed, something was taken away, and something returned.

A short tingling caused her to cry out, "Ouch! It hurts!"

The sound is back! It's back! Rourou happily grabbed the young man's arm: "Brother Jiang Miao, thank you! Am I still your best friend?"

Jiang Miao pulled his arm back again, and looked down with a little kindness: "What did you find?"

Rourou's eyes smiled into a curved smile: "I ran out yesterday and met a big sister on the street, and she said that she also has a little brother. Her brother is two years old, younger than me, we ......."

The boy interrupted impatiently, "Getting to the point! Where is she?"

Rourou shrank back in fear: "She said her surname is Fang, and she lives in the city, and the city is ticking?"

Jiang Miao nodded clearly: "It turned out to be the Fang family of the city embankment. Rourou, we're still good friends, but now my brother has something to do, I'll send you back."

"Brother, when will I come back to you again?" Rourou looked at Jiang Miao with admiration, her face full of reluctance.

"Ten days from now." Jiang Miao pondered for a while and replied, "You will stay in the original mansion honestly these days, don't come to me."

Rourou turned around and walked away step by step, but Linghua was still behind Jiang Miao.

Why does this person have the power of a mind mirror? And this power is so subtle and weak, as a mirror spirit, it took her so long to feel it, which is obviously abnormal.

Even if it is a small aura, as long as it belongs to oneself, the body will feel it, whether it is in Anxian County or Jieping Town, why is this sense gone when I come to Nanxiang at this moment? Or is there something wrong with this Jiang Miao itself?

Linghua approached Jiang Miao and carefully examined it, as if she felt another aura in him, but this aura was also well hidden, so that even she didn't perceive anything.

Jiang Miao was not aware of Linghua's existence in the slightest, he took care of himself to change his clothes and put on a clean and tidy coat, but it was difficult to hide the smell of oil on his body.

He extinguished the fire under the stove, closed the lid of the pot, untied the second bamboo raft at the door, and went out.

The surrounding stilted buildings quietly watched the drifting bamboo raft, and after rowing for a long time, Jiang Miao docked the bamboo raft on the edge of a three-story hanging building, and disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye like a ghost.

Linghua searched around, but did not find the slightest trace of Jiang Miao. She whispered, "Sorry to interrupt you," and walked through the wall into the stilted building.

This family is obviously not a small family, and the three or four children of the family are gathering in the school hall to attend a private school, and the sound of reading aloud is muffled and frustrated.

Linghua walked inward quickly, and saw no one else except for a few maids with plates.

"Why don't you see anyone? Isn't there any

Come in? But since he's here, he's clearly here to see this family."

Linghua closed his eyes and opened his spiritual sense, and at this moment, his five senses were amplified, and the sound of the gentle wind, the undercurrent at the bottom of the river, and the sound in the hanging tower in front of him were all clearly transmitted to his ears.

The rustling sound, the rushing sound, the slow footsteps, the crying of the child, and the sound of the housekeeper reprimanding the accounting room were all mixed together, but I didn't feel any sound about Jiang Miao.

"How could there be no ......?"

Linghua looked at the hanging tower in front of him in frustration and disbelief, and once again used his spiritual power to sense the breath of the heart mirror: "There is no ...... either."

She lost Jiang Miao.

"To be precise, it was Jiang Miao who used some means to hide himself. I think so, he can hide his spiritual power, and he can also hide his whereabouts. Am I smart, Linghua?"

Heng Gu leaned in front of Linghua's eyes, trying to show his eight teeth and smile.

"Henggu, you know what?" Linghua glanced up at him tiredly, "You're not handsome at all when you smile like this."

Heng Gu immediately put away his smile and pursed his mouth to the sky: "People just want to coax you, why do you still think I'm not good-looking."

He touched his face, "What's wrong with me? Isn't it much more handsome than that Chu Qiyang? Maybe it's better looking than that Jiang Miao."

"Speaking of Qiyang at first, what news did they have when they came back from the county government?" Linghua asked.

Heng Gu thought about it for a while, sorted out his words and replied, "When they came back, they went back to their rooms first, and it didn't take long for them to quarrel, and your sister Qiuying was clamoring to reconcile and leave, and she also wanted to drive the concubine out.

Her father disagreed, and neither did that Chu Qiyang, you had a fierce quarrel before you came back, and the chickens flew and the dogs jumped."

"And now? Is there a result?" Linghua rubbed the mirror and asked one question, but what he thought in his heart was another.

Heng Gu looked at the getting dark: "It doesn't look like there will be results today, but Yuan Qiuying said that she will always live in the house before she got married, and it seems that she has made up her mind."

Heng Gu also touched the heart mirror, and under his touch, the mirror took on a layer of brilliance: "There is nothing special over there in the county government, I found a few hunched Luo Guo to ask, but I didn't ask anything useful."

Linghua came back to his senses and nodded, thinking about it. She hurriedly ate some snacks and walked to the door: "I'll accompany Yuan Qiuying tonight, and you will be obedient in the house by yourself."

Henggu's jaw was about to drop to the ground, and the word disappointment was written all over his face: "You're going to accompany her? But I need you with me!"

Linghua smiled: "I haven't said how you can casually give the rouge you want to give me to others, you blame me first."

"Huh? You know......" Henggu stammered, "Well, that rouge has been in my arms for a long time, and it's no longer useful. If you like me, I'll buy you a new one, and I'll buy you whatever color you want!"

His tail stretched out from behind him and rubbed against Linghua little by little: "Don't be angry."

Linghua grabbed his tail and pulled a handful of white hair: "This can be regarded as an apology for me."

Heng Gu was in pain but couldn't make a sound, instead put his tail in Linghua's arms: "Don't be angry now, right?"

Linghua smiled more deeply, but he forced to suppress his smile, put the handful of hair in his arms, and rubbed the pure white and flawless tail: "It's not lifeless, this ball of hair is much better than rouge."

Heng Gu also laughed, his eyes glued to Linghua's face and couldn't be removed: "Then I'll wait for you here, you have to come back soon."

"Got it." Linghua saw Henggu put his tail away, pushed the door out, and walked towards Yuan Qiuying's residence.