When the three of them came to the gate of the legendary wealthy Song Mansion, they were not as majestic as they had in their impressions, but on the contrary, they were a little weird.

It's not so much weird, Zhao Yuanling feels that it's more novel. She had never seen a house full of flowers in front of it.

A whole field of pure white peony flowers spread all over the front of the Song Mansion, and they were only as tall as a person's calf. When the wind blows, the layers of petals shake with it, like a girl's skirt.

There was no one on the wide street, and occasionally one or two pedestrians passed by, and their steps involuntarily quickened, and they walked in a hurry, as if this was an ominous place.

The armadillo couldn't help but shake his body, "This is a little white, no matter how much you like this white flower, you can't put it at the door of your house, it's too unlucky." ”

Zhao Yuanling also felt very strange, although it was full of white peonies, he didn't see the white silk on the eaves, which showed that there was no funeral in this family. But in this ordinary family, who would put this piece of white at the door of the house?

"Boom... Knock......" a dull, clunky knock on the door.

Immediately, the voice of the doorman came from behind the door, and when he heard that they were demon hunters, he let them in.

The three of them walked to the hall, and a middle-aged man wearing a blue robe walked up.

He asked unhurriedly, "Are the three of you from out of town?" It looks a little bit old. ”

Zhao Yuanling replied: "Yes, we have just moved here. ”

The middle-aged man smiled, his eyebrows rose and fell slightly, and his eyes also had a smile, but his smile was very hollow, and even the raised corners of his mouth were just right, as if they had been repeated thousands of times.

Zhao Yuanling felt like a puppet for a moment, and he just laughed when he wanted to laugh.

He is the master of this Song Mansion, Song An.

Song An exchanged a few words with them and took them directly to a courtyard door.

Walking to the courtyard, the three of them found that the peony outside the house was just a small thing.

Patches of peonies spread all over the courtyard, and not a single weed was to be seen. Even the walls are placed, and the walls are surrounded by a layer of iron mesh, and on top of the iron mesh, white peonies seem to burst out of the mud walls to form a huge white wall.

The wind gently caressed, and the flowers swayed in one direction, which had a strange beauty.

The armadillo couldn't help but get goosebumps in shock, and muttered in a low voice: "This old lady of the Song family shouldn't be a flower demon, right?" ”

Hearing this, Master Song smiled, with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

"My mother is just obsessed with this flower, and she bothers the three of you to come with me."

They followed Master Song to the door, only to see him knock politely. After an old voice answered the door, Master Song opened the door and did not forget to tell them before entering.

"My mother is old, and her memory is inevitably a little confused, if she says something weird, please don't take it to heart."

"Mother, my son came in with a demon hunter."

As Master Song entered the door together, he found that there was a smaller courtyard inside, and there were still a few pots of white peonies around the courtyard, but the number was not as spectacular as outside the door.

Mrs. Song sat on a bamboo chair, the warm sun above her head shining on the eaves slanting to the ground and falling at her feet.

Hearing someone enter, she turned her head and looked at the group with a puzzled expression.

"Who are you?"

The old lady Song is over the age of old, her silver-white hair is neatly combed, and her clothes are smooth and obedient, it is not difficult to see that the Song family takes good care of her.

Her eyelids folded and drooped down, and it was impossible to see whether her eyes were open or closed.

She was thin, like an old human skin draped over a skeleton. When the wind blows, it can disperse at any time.

"Mother, they are demon hunters, and they are here to help you find a birthday."

"Birthday? Who is it? ”

"It's the person my mother has been looking for."

Mrs. Song spoke very slowly and slurredly. Master Song knelt in front of her and told her word by word.

The smile on Master Song's face was no longer as empty as Zhao Yuanling saw, as if he already had a soul. The calmness and thoroughness of the middle-aged man in his eyes faded, with a bit of innocence and patience.

"Ah, birthday, I remember that there is a name, but... Why am I looking for him? The old lady spoke slowly for a long time, and then pointed her trembling hand at Master Song.

"You... Who is it? ”

"I'm Song An, your son."

"You, my son?" Old Lady Song slowly pointed her finger at him, and then shook her head, "How can my son have the surname An?" My husband's surname is Zhang and his name is ......"

Master Song said: "His name is Zhang Qingsheng. ”

"Yes, how do you know?"

Master Song stood up with a wry smile, and said to them with a little apology: "My mother is old, I need some time for her to think about it, and I ask you to bear with me." ”

"No, we'd love to hear about Mrs. Song." Zhao Yuanling walked up to Mrs. Song and squatted down, she grabbed Mrs. Song's hand and looked at it so steadily.

The back of the old hand was covered with age spots, and Zhao Yuanling was surprised to find that her fingers were not as delicate as she imagined.

Master Song said on the side: "Since my mother was in a trance, I often chanted this name in my mouth, and I only knew about the existence of this person in the past two years, as for who he is, where he lives and what he looks like, I don't know at all." ”

I also asked my mother when she was sober, and she just shook her head, not knowing where he was now, only knowing that his name was Zhang Qingsheng and he was from Linyong Town.

But I have posted notices and asked many people in the town, there are too many people named Zhang Qingsheng, and none of them are the people my mother is looking for. That's why I made a bold guess if this man was dead, and even if it was a ghost, I wanted my mother to meet him. ”

"Master Song is really a child's heart." Zhao Yuanling said sincerely.

Master Song lowered his head very modestly, "Where, compared to my mother's previous sacrifice for this family, how can I help her realize this little wish as much as possible." ”

The armadillo touched his chin: "Since she is such a longing person, most of them are the people she liked when she was young, or the real beloved in her heart." ”

Master Song said: "In this way, if you can really find it, it will be even better." ”

The armadillo touched his chin and nodded, agreeing with Master Song's words.

After all, no one is so open-minded, and the person the mother talked about before her death was not her father but another man, and the heart of being a son would be more or less uncomfortable.

Master Song seems to be an upright person, not such a pedantic person, Zhao Yuanling also hopes to help them find someone, but the old lady thinks about it for a long time, but she still can't remember who the man named Zhang Qingsheng is.

"The girl looks so good in this dress."

Zhao Yuanling followed Mrs. Song's gaze to the hem of her skirt, and didn't see anything special.

Dressed in plain white, except for the comfortable material, there is no decorative embellishment.

Mrs. Song trembled her hand and stroked the corners of Zhao Yuanling's clothes, "I also like white the most, and I even wore a white wedding dress when I got married." ”

"White wedding dress?" The armadillo jumped up in shock, "This is a wedding dress, it's a mourning dress!" ”

Master Song grabbed her hand and whispered, "Mother, have you forgotten that your wedding dress was red at the beginning, and now it is still in the warehouse, do you want your son to bring it for you?" ”

Mrs. Song shook her head, "It's white, Qingsheng knows that I like white the most, and even let me wear white in my wedding dress, I know that she loves me the most......"

As she said this, her eyes tired, and her breathing became a little shorter.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yuanling asked a few more things about Zhang Qingsheng, but the old lady didn't know anything.

Zhang Qingsheng is everywhere in her memory, but she doesn't know where this family lives and what he looks like.

There is no clue at all.

Just when he was at a loss, Zhao Yuanling suddenly said loudly: "If only I could see the past of Old Lady Song." ”

Now the old lady's mind is confused, and the words she says are vague, and no one knows whether it is her imagination or real.

As soon as the words were spoken, their eyes were fixed on her. Zhao Yuanling realized that what he said was a little unbelievable, and coughed and said, "I'm just talking." ”

"You're right!" The armadillo grabbed her hand with a look of excitement.

Mo Bai lowered his head thoughtfully.

"I know of a magic weapon called the Earthly Bead."

"Is there such a treasure!?" Master Song was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly saluted Mo Bai.

"I also hope that the nobles can help, and the old man is willing to give all his wealth to repay the nobles."

Master Song led people to the hall and ordered someone to fetch a bag of gold leaves.

"These are just a few rewards for helping to explore the earthly pearls, if it is not enough, you can come to the housekeeper of the Song Mansion at any time, and I hope that a few nobles can untie the knot in the heart of the mother, and the old body is grateful."

Mo Bai didn't answer, "Earthly beads are rare magic weapons, no matter how much silver taels you have, you may not be able to buy them, Master Song still don't have too much hope." ”

The armadillo also chimed in: "We're just helping to find it, and it depends on luck whether we can find it or not." ”

Master Song nodded hurriedly, "Of course, even if you can't find the old body, I won't blame you." He presented the money bag again: "Since it is a rare treasure, the cost of investigation is naturally expensive, so you should take these silver taels in case you need them." ”

"It's still Master Song who knows Dali, so leave this matter to us." The armadillo was no longer polite to him, and took the money bag with a golden glow in his eyes. ”

The group left the Song Mansion and went directly to a restaurant. "Little Er, bring me a portion of all the delicious food in your store." The armadillo proudly held a golden leaf in his hand, and the shopkeeper's eyes immediately glowed with gold.

"Okay!"

"Isn't it good that we spend so much money before we start looking for earthly beads?" Zhao Yuanling said worriedly.

"We have to work hard to work, and it's just a small amount of money." The armadillo patted the money bag and looked at Mo Bai with a grin.

"Did you say yes, Brother Mo?" Since they all knew about the earthly beads, she was sure that Mo Bai was definitely not an ordinary monster.