In the inn, Luo Zhu and Lin Dong's eyes were red, Xuan Ran stood aside with a solemn face, and Feng Qingmo withdrew the spell.

Feng Qingmo drew blood to retrieve her memories for her, and she could see the memories in her mind.

"It's pathetic. Luo Zhu sighed sincerely, and Lin Dong secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.

They knew very well that no one could help her, and the only one who could help her was herself.

No one will be the savior, take care of everything for you so that you can live a worry-free life, choose to bear what you deserve, happiness or pain, it is your choice.

Since you have chosen, you can only grit your teeth and go on.

"Gao Qianyi lost his memory because of his pure heart, but will he really forget a person completely?Then why did Gao Qianyi remember all the promises he made with Fanhua Zhi, and mistook Xiu'er for it..."Luo Zhu stopped and asked gloomily, "Will you really fall in love with another person after forgetting one?"

"It's obvious that there is something wrong with this embroidery, she knows their past, and she appeared by Gao Qianyi's side at the right time. Feng Qingmo answered.

Lin Dong raised his hand and asked in a low voice: "After Fan Huazhi leaves, Xiu'er can stay by Gao Qianyi's side forever, why does she not hesitate to sacrifice herself to wronged Fan Huazhi?"

Everyone was silent, this was a question with depth, Luo Zhu stood up, "There must be embroidered relics in Gao Qianyi's house, I can sense what happened back then." ”

The four of them rushed to Gaofu overnight, Gao Qianyi's mansion was in the east, and the most magnificent was Gaofu, with two big lanterns hanging at the door.

sneaked in stealthily, and only after turning around found Gao Qianyi's bedroom, which was unexpectedly poorly furnished, and even a little shabby.

The bedroom of the dignified general's mansion is so miserable, and the embroidery in the memory of Fanhua Zhizhi is all curved eyebrows and plump cheeks, brocade clothes and jade food.

There is only a hard bed in the bedroom, a few simple tables, chairs, candlesticks, and nothing else, it seems that Gao Qianyi has not remarried over the years.

At this hour, ordinary people have already gone to bed, and only candles are lit in Gao Qianyi's bedroom, and there is no one inside.

There are no embroidered items in this unobstructed bedroom, and they may all be hidden in the study.

Men just like the bedroom and the study, and the outside of the house is categorically not placed, and the mourning hall is also possible, and the mourning hall is not found after shaking around.

The lamps in the study room are bright, and there are two figures in the window, who seem to be drinking tea or wine, and the sound is quieter, and it is not real to hear outside.

Xuan Ran went into the house to investigate, nodded to Feng Qingmo, and several people entered the study together, which was much larger than the bedroom.

There are many books listed in the study, some of which are still old books in the bamboo style, and some of the old bookshelves are directly placed on antiques for decoration.

The study room is only placed with a desk and chairs, and there are all kinds of books scattered on the desk, and a white jade ink inkstone looks more expensive.

Behind the screen, there was a bed and chair, and next to it were some small desks, on which there were uncollected wine jugs and wine glasses.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the bamboo curtain behind me, and when I opened it, I saw the spiritual position, two tablets were placed on the table, and the incense ashes from the incense burner accidentally fell on the table.

One tablet is engraved with the position of his beloved wife and embroidered child, and a blank tablet is placed on the other side.

Luo Zhu was stunned, this Gao Qianyi is really extraordinary, just sleep in the study, and set up a mourning hall in the study.

"Who is this wordless tablet?" Luo Zhu asked puzzled.

Feng Qingmo raised his hand and waved, and the murals hanging on the wall swished down, and the portraits of two thin sheets of rice paper came into view.

One is a graceful and beautiful embroidery, sitting upright in front of the bookcase, with a candle next to her to illuminate her, and the other is a Sanskrit painting Zhi leaning on the willow tree in the side courtyard, and the sun is shining on her body.

Everyone was stunned, Luo Zhu raised his hand to cover the painting of Xiu'er, the tip of the pen was smooth, there was a sandalwood fragrance, Xiu'er sat in front of the bookcase and looked at Gao Qianyi, who was reading the official documents, and occasionally got up to add tea and grind it.

Affectionate, pleasant, and affectionate, this is Luozhu's most intuitive feeling, if it weren't for the feelings of Fanhua Zhi and Gao Qianyi, I really feel that this is a pair of beautiful people.

Covered with the painting of Sanskrit Zhizhi, Gao Qianyi stood alone in front of the desk to paint, and when he finished seeing the person in the painting throw it on the ground with his backhand.

Depressed, complex, like a fish in the throat, Luo Zhu raised his eyes, the people in the painting seemed to enjoy that moment of warmth, and their feelings could not distinguish between right and wrong.

Luo Zhu shook his head, these two picture scrolls are more of Gao Qianyi's mood, and they have nothing to do with Xiu'er, it would be nice if he could find something before his death.

Gaofu couldn't find a single embroidered thing before her death, not even clothes, and hypnotized a few maids in vain.

The figure sitting in the study moved, Gao Qianyi said goodbye to his friend, the friend looked rich and powerful, and his identity was not a prince or a prince or nobleman.

The carriage was waiting outside the door, and the two of them were reluctant to say goodbye in one step and three times, and they seemed to have a great relationship, and after Gao Qianyi entered the house, the expression on the man's face became indifferent.

Go along for the ride. Luo Zhu picked up a stone and threw it at his calf, the man staggered and turned back suddenly, and the guards around him immediately took out their knives to surround the carriage, as if facing a great enemy.

I'd like to see what you and Gao Qianyi are plotting about. Luo Zhu's technique of channeling synaesthesia through the air, this trick only works for mortals, and other people who have attained the Tao don't even think about getting close.

His memory is very confusing, and he doesn't know what Gao Qianyi talked to him, but he has the figure of Xiu'er in his memory, and Xiu'er knelt on the ground in a dead soldier's costume and waited for the fall.

He sat down in front of the bookcase and threw her a token, "This is a good errand, just a beauty." ”

The man had already gotten into the carriage and slowly left the Gao Mansion.

"I suspect that Xiu'er was sent by him, and I saw Xiu'er in his memory. ”

The top priority was to find Fanhuazhi, but she didn't come to him immediately after recovering her memory. Feng Qingmo glanced at the closed door of the Gao Mansion, "Look for them separately, and after you find them, you will be able to communicate with them." ”

On a sunny day after the rain, the market is full of people, food vendors, trinket merchants, and pedestrians in a hurry.

There are a lot of umbrellas hanging in the umbrella shop, and there are not many empty spaces in the store, and there are many unprocessed white paper umbrellas on the ground.

Two women walked in arm in arm, the boss enthusiastically introduced the variety, color and price of the umbrella, and a rich child passed by the door.

The light in the man's eyes flashed, and the Sanskrit moved her neck to adjust to her new body.

Fan Huazhi looked around and walked in, the boss warmly recommended her various umbrellas, just wanted to speak, opened her mouth, there was no sound, closed her mouth, and gestured with a big umbrella.

The boss looked at him puzzled, then took out a pen and paper from the counter and handed it to him, saying, "I'm sorry, son, please write it on this paper because of your lack of knowledge." ”

Fan Huazhi took the pen and paper, and after a while, handed the paper to the boss.

The boss glanced at the request and said embarrassedly: "Childe, the size of your umbrella is too big, even if it is customized, it will take some time." ”

She took out the silver from her arms and handed it to the boss, who took it with a smile and asked politely, "What else do you ask for this umbrella?"

Glancing at the umbrella in the store, he stopped in front of a red umbrella and pointed to it, the boss nodded attentively, and smiled that the package ticket would definitely do exactly the same.

Fan Huazhi nodded, left the umbrella shop, and went to the best blacksmith shop outside the city.

The iron shop is located in a bamboo forest outside the city, and before I arrived at the shop, I heard the sound of hammering iron inside.

The blacksmith heard a sound outside the door and came out with a hammer, and before he could wipe the hot sweat from his head, he saw a man standing in the courtyard and clenching his fist at him.

"Are you going to fight weapons or kitchen knives?"

Fan Huazhi shook her head, took out the drawing paper and opened it in front of the blacksmith.

"You're a little weird, I haven't fought this kind of secret weapon, it's a technical job!" the blacksmith wanted to postpone it, after all, making such a complicated thing was enough to make several swords by himself.

Fan Huazhi took out a bag of silver and handed it to the blacksmith, who took it and watched Fan Huazhi draw on the drawing paper.

There is also a thin needle in the middle of this needle-like hidden weapon, and the thin needle is hidden in the hidden weapon together with a thin thread.

As long as you make a movable mechanism in the middle of the hidden weapon, the blacksmith seemed to understand the drawing, nodded thoughtfully and took it.

Sanskrit Zhi pointed to the drawing and gestured to twelve.

"You want twelve, don't you? How big is this one?" asked the blacksmith.

Fan Huazhi nodded, stretched out her hand and opened her thumb and forefinger, and then pointed to the middle of the hidden weapon, shortening it by half.

"I know, it's good to pick it up in seven or eight days. Walk slowly, you. The blacksmith slipped the blueprint into his bosom and returned to the house.