The voice in his ears was neither male nor female, hoarse as if it were an old and frail woman, and as if it were a man with tuberculosis.

It's hard to hear, but the words are in the ears, amazing but said very quickly, so fast that Li Yuejiao's natural smile froze on her face, thinking that she had heard it wrong.

The owner of the sugar cake stall knew Li Yuejiao, and only came to the door as a big deal, and asked flatteringly:

"How many sugar cakes do you want?"

It's just that he asked twice, but Li Yuejiao didn't answer, but as if she was startled by something, she suddenly turned around and looked at the street.

The owner of the sugar cake stall was startled and involuntarily followed her gaze.

Li Yuejiao was looking for the owner of the voice, the anxiety in her eyes could not be concealed, and the only little clarity left in her heart was just to make her soberly suppress the voice "who is" at the bottom of her tongue, and did not really shout it out on the street.

Long caravans, frolicking children, hurried pedestrians, ragged beggars, and hawkers.

But none of them are like those who can make such a voice and say such secret things.

Could it be the Chen Guoren of Shanyetang?

"Madame really believes, is the murderer Ling Tang?"

No!

She didn't believe it!

She never believed it!

She dared to use her life as a weight precisely because she was convinced of her mother's innocence!

But why, they ask themselves?

If the people in Shanyetang said that they had an old relationship with their mother, asked her about the codex left by her mother, and even said how her mother planned such a big case in the first place, Li Yuejiao could easily deal with it.

Those are the scenes and conversations that she has repeatedly imagined too many times in her dreams and dreams for more than two months.

She even thought about how to find loopholes in their words to prove her mother's innocence.

But when those people really appeared, the first thing they said to themselves was:

"Madame really believes, is the murderer Ling Tang?"

They told her bluntly that her mother was innocent and that Xue Zhen had wronged her mother.

Li Yuejiao decided that they were telling the truth.

If they really want to earn themselves, they can tie their mother to that big case, and force her to do things for Chen Guo, so why bother?

Li Yuejiao's heart beat so much that she only felt extremely painful.

She should have been happy and excited about this, but she couldn't be happy at all because she was full of doubts!

In people's minds and imaginations, everything is always long enough to cross mountains and seas, but in fact, it is only a moment to reach the world, just the time when the caravan slowly walks through and the Hu brothers cross a wide street.

Hu Rong and Hu Mu had already strode over, looked at Li Yuejiao anxiously, and said worriedly:

"Ma'am, but someone just collided?"

The caravan covered Li Yuejiao's lost soul at that moment, and when she saw Hu Rong and Hu Mu pulling the caravan over, Li Yuejiao had only one thought in her heart:

Can't let Xue Zhen know!

There was no reason to explain the instantaneous thoughts, but this was what her heart told her at this moment: This sentence can't be known to Xue Zhen.

can't let Xue Zhen, who has no evidence, but has suspected his mother for four or five years, and hates himself deeply because of it, knows.

It's just that when this idea took root in her heart, Li Yuejiao had already figured out the reason:

The original "suspicion for four or five years but no evidence" was reversed to "no evidence but suspicion for four or five years", and I understood the difference in my heart.

Yes, it's different.

She retracted her gaze, her heart was clear, and she only looked at the Hu family brothers, and showed her usual brisk smile:

"No, I'm looking for a few sugar cakes."

As she spoke, she turned to the boss and said, "I want twenty-five pieces of sugar cake, it wants to be freshly baked, hot, and the next package of fifteen pieces will be sent to the third room on the left of Zheliu Lane in the southwest of the city, the courtyard of the Li Mansion; The other ten pieces were sent to the Karakuri Pavilion next to Tuntian Jiacun. ”

Sure enough, it was a big deal, and the owner of the sugar cake stall spoke incoherently with joy:

"Yes, the little one recognizes the lady, the lady patronizes the small business, and the small face is related, so naturally the best one should be sent to the lady."

Li Yuejiao took out a piece of silver more than five cents from her purse, and grabbed a handful of money in her purse, and didn't count it, but gave it all (this chapter is not finished!). )

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Notes

The boss:

"Cake money, as well as the cost of running errands for you."

The boss held the money and thanked him, nodded his head, but he didn't kneel down and kowtow.

Li Yuejiao was determined to buy sugar cakes, but Hu Rong and Hu Mu had already glanced at each other.

Hu Rong quietly retreated, following the group of merchants who had gone away.

When Li Yuejiao turned around, she happened to see Hu Rong's figure in the distance, and Hu Mu didn't say much about what Hu Rong did, but said:

"Madam, the little one will send Madame home."

Li Yuejiao didn't ask, she only brackezed her spirit to hide the worries under her eyes, returned to the sheep cart, and continued to explain Qin Le with Yuntuan and Tong's mother.

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Back home, Li Yuejiao urged Qin Le to rest first.

"Senior sister, let's not go to the river today, take a good rest, and wait for the sugar cake to come, let's eat it again."...

Qin Le was originally an open-minded person, but he would fall into the wind when his own marriage fate was at the brink of fate, but now he was persuaded by everyone all the way, and his mood calmed down a lot, but he comforted Li Yuejiao not to worry about her, so he rested.

Li Yuejiao smiled and watched Qin Le return to the room before returning to her house.

When the door closed behind her, covering everything outside, Li Yuejiao's originally straight back suddenly collapsed.

"Madame really believes, is the murderer Ling Tang?"

The question kept echoing in Li Yuejiao's mind like a spell, and the silence in the room at this moment made the voice a thousand times louder.

She tiredly made it to the dressing table, pressing her temples, but before she could think about it, she suddenly found that her makeup had been moved! In the gap of the first drawer of the makeup, a corner of the paper leaked.

Li Yuejiao was shocked, and immediately pulled out the small drawer, and what caught her eye was indeed a diagonal note, and the two columns of text on the paper were even more distinct:

Old cases, there are other hidden secrets; Grace becomes enmity, one corpse and two lives.

Injustice! Injustice! Injustice!

The sixteen characters in the first column are Juanxiu's small letters, but the three injustice words in the second column turned out to be red characters written in cinnabar!

Li Yuejiao bounced up from the chair so violently that the clouds that entered the door with water were startled, and hurriedly put down the basin and closed the door, came over and asked in a low voice:

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Li Yuejiao grabbed the note and stood in a daze, her body trembling violently.

She took a half-step towards the door, but immediately stepped back, turned and rushed to the bed, trembling to check her mother's codex hidden in the secret compartment beside the bed.

The secret grid has the mechanism she designed, and there are the secret notes she makes, but none of them have been destroyed; The codex inside also has secret notes, and no one has touched it.

That's good, that's good.

Li Yuejiao's heart was beating hard, she closed the secret grid, re-made the secret mark, and set up the mechanism, before she pushed open the window, suppressed the tension, and said in as ordinary a voice as possible:

"Cuiliu, Cuiliu!"

Chapter Eighty-Nine: Notes