I don't know if older people like to be praised for being young, in short, the housewife was pleased by Qiao Qixin's words.

She smiled and raised her hand, "Come on, bring some tea to this painter!"

As soon as the words fell, a subordinate came to Qiao Qixin with tea.

Qiao Qixin hesitated for a moment, but thought that Master Lin would not be stupid enough to drug herself in the Lin Mansion, so she still drank it.

The servant took the teacup away.

Master Lin's mother smiled and said, "I don't know why Master Qiao came to the Lin Mansion?"

When Qiao Qixin heard this, she hurriedly bowed her head and saluted, "Back to the master, the little one is here on the order of Dali Temple Qing and Kun Bai."

"Oh? What did he ask you to do?" The main mother's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a faint displeasure.

Qiao Qixin said, "My lord heard that a concubine died in the Lin Mansion, and I feel that it is not very auspicious around the Lantern Festival."

"I also learned that the little one was born and even the yang, so I ordered the little one to come over and rush the bad luck in the Lin Mansion."

Mother Lin raised her eyebrows and said, "I didn't expect Dali Siqing to have such a heart?"

"Dali Siqing is mainly for his apprentice Liu Zhan, Liu Zhan will succeed to the throne in the future, and he will raise his noble hand to Master Lin's mother, of course, if he can help him, it will be excellent."

Qiao Qixin lied and didn't make a draft, in order to keep Master Lin's mother from being suspicious of herself, she directly moved the master and apprentice out to block the gun.

Hum!! Who let them give themselves so much work! It can't be done in vain!

Listening to Qiao Qixin's words, the suspicion in Master Lin's eyes was mostly reduced.

I had long heard that Kun Bai was very fond of his apprentice, and now it seems that it is true.

The housemother raised her eyes and looked at Qiao Qixin.

Dali Temple is not enough manpower, and now it is still a yang heavy - although it is a woman, come over to rush bad luck.

Well, it's something that Kun Bai can do.

Thinking of this, the mistress nodded, raised her hand and said, "Got it, someone! Take this distinguished guest to the small *** courtyard and go to the bad luck!"

"Yes."

A subordinate walked out and led Qiao Qixin to He Xiaoniang's yard.

"Mistress, is this person really credible? The slave maid heard that she and the Dali Siqing were still outside today to relieve the little cheap hooves!"

As soon as Qiao Qixin left, Xiaodi, the servant girl beside the housemother, couldn't wait to chew her ears with the housemother.

Mother Lin waved her hand impatiently, "Even if it's not credible? Do you want me to turn my face with Dali Siqing?"

"Mistress, the maid just thinks you should at least send someone to keep an eye on that person......" Xiaodi said cautiously.

"Wasn't it our one who just led her there?" Master Lin's brows furrowed, "Besides, this is the Lin Mansion, it's my territory, what am I afraid of?"

"Xiaodi, don't think that you can be my confidant by helping me get rid of He Xiaoniang, far away! Got it!"

When Xiaodi heard this, he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy and admitted his mistake, "The maid is wrong! The servant will never interfere in the decision of the housewife in the future! The servant will serve the mistress wholeheartedly!"

Mother Lin snorted, then shook her hand and stood up from her seat, "Go to the child's yard and have a look!"

"Yes!"

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Qiao Qixin was taken to He Xiaoniang's mourning hall by the subordinates of Nalin Mansion, and the mourning hall was arranged in He Xiaoniang's courtyard.

The mourning hall was very deserted, there was no one who kept the spirit, and He Xiaoniang's body was placed in the center, looking serene, as if death was a relief for her.

"Little brother, I'm so angry that I stay until the evening, will you come with me?" Qiao Qixin looked back at the subordinate who led her.

When the man heard this, his body shook, although he couldn't see his expression clearly when he lowered his head, but Qiao Qixin knew that he was definitely unwilling.

"Hmm......" Georgette pretended to think, "what are you?"

The man replied, "Back girl, the little one is a chicken."

When Qiao Qixin heard this, she frowned, and pretended to pinch her fingers and said, "Hiss...... Little brother, this is a phase, rush."

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What, what?" The subordinate couldn't hold back his curiosity and fear, and raised his head to ask, but as if he had seen something extremely terrible, he lowered his head violently.

Qiao Qixin glanced back at the person's line of sight, and found nothing abnormal, only He Xiaoniang's body was there.

Hehe, this is a ghost in my heart.

Qiao Qixin was sure on the spot that He Xiaoniang's death was definitely a grievance.

Her eyes darkened slightly, and she said, "Little brother, you are too old this year! If you stay in this mourning hall for a long time, I am afraid that there will be trouble......

"Don't think I'm bluffing, you listened to it just now, Dali Siqing can read the eight characters, and I learned some fur from him."

"Your zodiac is real...... Tsk tsk."

The man's body trembled violently, and he immediately fell to his knees.

"Please, ask the master for advice!"

"Hey, little brother, don't say that, I'm just going to know a little bit of fur," although his mouth was modest, Qiao Qixin's posture had already brought out the master's shelf, "That's it, you give me a tael of silver, I will press this spirit hall, make sure you are okay!"

The man was startled, and immediately trembled and touched his whole body, and made up half a tael of silver.

"Big, master, there are only so many small ones on their bodies......" The man pushed the copper plate and a few broken pieces of silver in front of Qiao Qixin.

Qiao Qixin looked down at the pile of copper and silver mixture, "tsk", and then began to calculate it again.

"Little brother, the hexagram tells me, you didn't tell the truth." Qiao Qixin said slowly.

The man trembled even more, as if he had Parkinson's, and took out a silver ingot from an extremely secret pocket.

He put the ingot of silver in front of Qiao Qixin and said, "Great, the master is really clever......

Now the man's voice has taken on a crying tone.

Qiao Qixin pursed her lips, in case she took the ingot of silver, straightened up and said, "Okay, take the rest of the go, I'll watch here."

"Yes, yes!" After thinking that Qiao Qixin would surprise the subordinates who had hollowed out his body, he took back the pile of money on the ground, and then bowed and retreated out of the mourning hall.

As soon as he got out of the mourning hall with his two feet, he couldn't wait to run, and in just two blinks of an eye, the person had already escaped from He Xiaoniang's courtyard as if fleeing for his life.

Qiao Qixin shrugged her shoulders, put away the silver that had been abducted from the ingot pit, and walked up in the mourning hall.

She wanted to rummage through He Xiaoniang's yard to see if He Xiaoniang had left some clues.

I didn't expect He Xiaoniang's yard to be so small, and Qiao Qixin walked casually to the end.

She stood in front of a door, hesitated, and then knocked, "Is anyone inside?"

No one responded.

Qiao Qixin pushed the door open and walked in before it was dark.

This seems to be He Xiaoniang's room, which has a large bed, wardrobe, low cabinet and other furniture.

Although these furniture are not good-looking styles, it can be seen that the materials used in these furniture are excellent, and they can be sold for a lot of money. Z.br>

But the most conspicuous thing is the desk.

This desk is made of golden silk nan wood, which is very beautiful, even if there is only a little light from the outside, you can see the brilliance of the pattern on this table.

It's just that the golden silk nanmu is very light and is not suitable for furniture.

A famous family like Lin Mansion shouldn't know this.

Qiao Qixin was a little puzzled, and slowly walked to the golden silk nanmu desk.

On the desk, there was an ink table and rice paper, and the jasmine on the rice paper was only half drawn and was not finished.

The half of the jasmine lay on the table, as if quietly waiting for its original owner to fill it up.

I don't know why, looking at this unfinished painting, a trace of sorrow and heartache welled up in Qiao Qixin's heart.

She was silent, removed everything from the table, and then carefully checked whether there was anything like a dark grid on the golden silk nanmu desk.

It's a pity that Georgette checked

After a long time, she didn't find the expected dark grid, and there were no clues that could help her close the case quickly.

It was dusk outside the window.

Time is running out.

Qiao Qixin stepped left and right in He Xiaoniang's room, but still found nothing.

Her mood gradually became agitated.

She is going back to Lin'an City tomorrow, and she doesn't have time to spend on Lin Mo's mother.

But if it is too late to come back, when He Xiaoniang is buried, and the things are cleared, then Lin Moke will be ruined for the rest of his life.

Although Qiao Qixin didn't have a good impression of that stinky girl, since she had already come, she really wanted to go back empty-handed...... Regardless of the outcome, Georgette is always morally incompatible.

Now that you're here, you can't go home empty-handed!

The small flame of struggle in Qiao Qixin's eyes gradually burned.

Since there is no room in the room, let's go to another room and have a look!

Qiao Qixin was about to leave He Xiaoniang's room aggressively, but when she passed by the golden silk nanmu, Qiao Qixin suddenly felt a dull pain in her abdomen.

In the next second, the man turned on his back.

Qiao Qixin looked at the ceiling, her eyes a little dazed and clouded.

She fell with the desk.

"I said earlier that golden silk nanmu is not suitable for furniture...... "Qiao Qixin covered her waist, muttered and got up from the ground, and reached out to help the desk up.

"Huh?"

In the afterglow, Qiao Qixin found that the bottom of the desk was actually connected to a large piece of floor.

She stretched out her hand and broke it tentatively, but she didn't move.

Do you think that you are afraid that the golden silk nanmu will be too light to move at will, so you glue your heels to the floor?

Qiao Qixin said secretly.

When she was about to move the desk back, she noticed that there seemed to be a book hidden under the floor that was lifted.

Qiao Qixin picked up the book standing with dirt and dust, and was just about to flip through it, when she heard a rush of footsteps outside the door.

Oh no, someone's coming!

She reacted quickly to get up, put the desk back in place as quickly as possible, and put the pen and ink and other objects that she had moved back as they were.

Qiao Qixin rushed to the mourning hall and put the book in hand.

As he moved, the sound of hurried footsteps outside the door was getting closer and closer......

"Bang!"

The door of the mourning hall was pushed open.

Qiao Qixin, who was kneeling inside, was startled, and then looked out the door.

Wow, there are so many people, but fortunately I'm fast.

Qiao Qixin sighed silently in her heart.

"Wish!" A middle-aged man in the group stepped forward with tears in his eyes.

He looked at He Xiaoniang, who had become a corpse, with a sad look in his eyes.

This is the Lord of the Lin Mansion. Qiao Qixin secretly guessed the identity of this person.

"Yuan'er, I didn't take care of you, Yuan'er!" The man wept bitterly, grabbed He Xiaoniang's hand and cried.

"Lord! I'll cook you in the front yard......

The mother of the forest came in a hurry, but the sight in her eyes was her husband, who was grabbing the hand of a concubine's corpse without disgust.

Mother Lin took a deep breath, turned around and said, "Little flute, go!"

The mother of Lin left with the maidservant.

Qiao Qixin was still kneeling aside, eating melons with relish.

And at this time, someone finally noticed Qiao Qixin.

"Who are you? How come I have never seen you?" The person who opened his mouth to inquire was a close friend of Lord Lin, and he had a close relationship with the Lin Mansion.

Qiao Qixin smiled, calmly got up and saluted, "I've seen all the adults, the little one is a new painter in Dali Temple."

"We, Dali Siqing, heard that Lin Fuheng died." Qiao Qixin looked at Lin Zhujun, who was crying bitterly.