When she woke up the next morning, Yan Fangxiang was still looking at the beam of the house in the same posture as last night, her eyes were dark and black, and she looked like she hadn't slept all night.

Seeing that Yang Qicheng woke up, Yan Fangxiang looked at Yang Qicheng directly: "I still can't figure it out, if my mother can't figure it out because of those rumors, she will kill herself four or five days ago; If my mother felt humiliated because she was asked to marry by the old party, she would have committed suicide a day earlier; She hanged herself a day after the rumors were about to subside and the old man begged to marry. At this time, it should have passed the time of emotion, why did my mother choose to commit suicide after careful consideration? ”

Yang Qicheng: "......"

Yang Qicheng looked helpless, and hugged Yan Fangxiang distressedly: "Lady, you are not a mother-in-law, how can you figure out her thoughts?" ”

Yan Fangxiang said to herself like a demon: "Yes, I'm not my mother...... If it were my mother, under what circumstances would she choose to commit suicide? ”

Yan Fangxiang began to think about things sluggishly again.

Because of rumors or being asked to marry, it is obviously impossible.

Although Zhang Hongying is timid, she has experienced many storms, Zhang Hongying has chosen to compromise, but she has never chosen to seek death.

A person like her, who is at ease with what happens and is good at compromise, will seek death unless she feels guilty and is depressed in her heart and can't think about it.

Don't......

Yan Fangxiang suddenly thought of another possibility, immediately dressed and washed, and went straight to the weaving workshop.

entered the weaving workshop, directly pulled Zhang Hongying into the weaver's bedroom, and locked Zhenniang out of the door.

Yan Fangxiang gave Zhang Hongying a tight grip on her hands as if she was confident, and said in a low voice: "Mother, there are no outsiders here, you tell me the truth, you hanged yourself, is it because you found out that you fell in love with Uncle Fang and felt sorry for my father?" ”

Zhang Hongying lowered her head almost to her knees, and the color of pain was palpable.

Yan Fangxiang understood that she had guessed correctly.

Committing suicide because of guilt, it may not be possible for this to happen to others, but it seems reasonable to happen to a person like Zhang Hongying.

Zhang Hongying's tears fell down, as if she was emotionally attracted to a man, it was a heinous sin, and she deserved to die to apologize.

Yan Fangxiang comforted Zhang Hongying: "Mother, my father has been gone for several years, you are just in your early forties, and you are still sixty years away from the end of your life." In the second half of your life, if you are determined to live alone, I will let Qi Cheng tell the old man, and I will never disturb you in the future; If you are determined to drink the water from another well, I will help you explain to Ah Gong Yan so that they do not object. It's up to you to decide. ”

(Note: Drinking water from a well again means finding another husband to marry.) ）

Zhang Hongying looked at Yan Fangxiang in surprise, but she didn't expect her daughter to object to her remarrying.

When she knew that she was in love with a man other than her husband, the self-blame, the shame, and the guilt were overwhelming, and she couldn't breathe at all, secretly feeling that she was not clean, and that she was a......

Zhang Hongying was stunned: "You, aren't you afraid that they will poke your backbone in the back and scold you for having a second wife?" ”

Yan Fangxiang disagreed: "Mother, I won't care." Life is for oneself, not for 'their', and there is no need to live according to 'their' ideas. The weaving workshop will be closed every ten days, and you can go to the women's house to have a look. ”

There are too many unfortunate women in the women's house, some are coaxed or abducted by men, and some are abandoned by their husbands without reason...... Zhang Hongying's small twists and turns, compared with them, are simply a drop in the bucket, not enough to worry about.

There are female gentlemen in the women's house to teach skills, and they will also explain the truth that their daughters should be self-reliant.

Yan Fangxiang believes that these truths will also touch Zhang Hongying.

After a lot of effort, Yan Fangxiang finally cared for Zhang Hongying and was sure that she would not commit suicide because of her "uncleanness" again.

It wasn't until the sky outside was a little dark that Yan Fangxiang came out of the house, and when she raised her eyes, she found a figure hidden on the ridge of the roof.

Yan Fangxiang's mind sank, her face was not obvious, she told the broken lotus two sentences, and left alone.

Going around to the back of the bedroom, Yan Fangxiang secretly counted, and soon, the broken lotus in front of the room jumped up to the room, startling a black shadow.

After the black shadow jumped out of the room in a hurry, and was just about to escape, Yan Fangxiang came out of the shadow and scolded: "Don't go!" ”

The black shadow didn't dare to leave, and turned around in embarrassment, it was the old party.

Yan Fangxiang said angrily: "You still dare to come, my mother almost died!" ”

The old man rubbed his hands like a child who had done something wrong, and his voice was like a mosquito: "I, I'm afraid that your mother won't be able to think about it again, so I want to guard the ...... on the roof."

Yan Fangxiang waved her hand: "My mother won't die, you go, don't appear in my mother's body for the time being, lest you be seen by someone with a heart and start gossip." As for what will happen in the future, let's wait for my mother to figure it out. ”

The old man nodded obediently, fled in a hurry, and disappeared in three leaps and two leaps.

Yan Fangxiang looked at Lao Fang's back and fell into a new round of contemplation.

Ordinary hunters shouldn't have this skill.

More mysteries poured into Yan Fangxiang's mind, lingering and inexhaustible.

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Although there are many doubts, they are not as important as the selection of the emperor.

In the golden autumn of August, under the non-stop rush of Yan Fangxiang and Helan Yi, a pair of double-sided three-embroidered ladies was finally completed.

Seeing that it was about to be the day to submit the embroidery, Yan Fangxiang and He Lanyi rushed to the capital to submit the embroidery, and decorated the Lan Guifang embroidery workshop in the capital by the way, ready to open.

Because the Yang Qicheng brothers had already gone to the capital first, this trip to the capital was accompanied only by broken lotus and the little maid Adu.

Lu Fang handed over the title deed to Helan Yi, saying that the two of them had a second-courtyard house in the capital, and this time they entered Beijing, naturally they lived at home and did not live in an inn.

The fly in the ointment is that the hostess Helanyi, who has never been to the new house, holds the title deed map and asks for the house according to the map, looking cute and funny.

The pedestrians who were walking in front of the three of them walked across the street and bypassed the front door.

The three women looked at this special house inexplicably: the tall gatehouse, unlike the red lacquered brass ring gate of other people's houses, the gate of this house is solid of copper casting, but despite this, there are still countless sword marks and crossbow hole marks left on the surface of the door, which makes people panic when they look at it.

Above the gatehouse hangs a plaque with two large characters written on it: Night House.

Yan Fangxiang instinctively remembered a sentence that the old man often said: When a night owl enters the house, he will come to have nothing to do.

It is important to be cautious, Yan Fangxiang proposed to follow the example of other pedestrians and bypass this house.

Without waiting for Yan Fangxiang and the three of them to take action, a team of lightly mounted black-armored dark guards galloped over and stopped in front of the black gate.

As soon as he stopped, a row of crossbow arrows roared in, concentrating on the man led by the black-armored soldiers.

Of course, Yan Fangxiang and the other three also became fish in the pool, and the broken lotus quickly knocked Yan Fangxiang and Helan Yi down, pulling the two of them, and the old donkey rolled far away.

As it turned out, this decision was too right, and after escaping from the area around the black gate, the crossbow shooter stopped paying attention to the three of her, and instead focused on shooting the black guard.

Even though the crossbow shooter made all the preparations, he still underestimated the strength of the Black Guard, and soon, the Black Guard found the archery point to counterattack, and all five crossbowmen were captured alive.

The leader glanced at the three women, whistled, the black door opened, the black armor guard entered, and the black door rolled and closed again.

The three women who were so frightened that they didn't dare to come out finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I finally understand why everyone took a detour, this gate is too dangerous, and it is assassinated from time to time, no wonder there are so many scars on the gate; The people who live here are too scary, so stay away.