The servants in Qingtanyuan spoke softly when they walked and did things, as if they were afraid of disturbing the hostess. When they saw them passing by, they would bow in a low voice.

When he walked along the Zhuanshou Lingering to the moon gate of the front yard, Zhao Chonghuan passed by the black bird named A Xuan again. The bird had already played with the water and was standing on the wooden pole in the cage, still shouting "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Ju Ming laughed and scolded: "Bad bird, naughty!"

Zhao Chonghuan deliberately stopped to tease the bird, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips, and there was a light floating in his starry eyes.

This scene fell in Xie Changhuai's eyes, and he raised his eyebrows as if he was remembered.

After leaving the corridor, I saw a middle-aged servant in the front yard who was taking care of various water tanks with lotus and iris planted, salvaging the broken leaves falling one by one, and then rubbing the tank inch by inch with cloth.

The middle-aged man had a small piece of cloth wrapped around his right hand, which seemed to be a little injured, but he did not neglect at all when he did his work and was focused. He did not even turn around to salute him even after passing by.

"That's uncle who is deaf, he has bad ears. Please forgive me!" Ju Ming explained for the other party.

Zhao Chonghuan said curiously: "Does Madam like to raise lotus flowers?"

"Yes, the lady worships Buddha and likes lotus, so the old husband found many rare lotus flowers for his wife!" Ju Ming said.

"I have studied pharmacology in the past and planted many lotus flowers as medicine. I also like this flower very much. I wonder if I can go over and appreciate it?" Zhao Chonghuan said politely.

"Of course!" Ju Ming made a gesture of invitation.

Zhao Chonghuan picked up steps and came to several huge water tanks in the front yard. The deaf uncle only found someone coming here. He stood up from the water tank with a look of vigilance.

But in a blink of an eye, he saw that it was Ju Ming accompanying Master Wei San, Liao Yingzhong and others, so he relaxed and showed a decent smile.

He saluted respectfully to the people and retreated to the side.

Zhao Chonghuan slowly looked at the beauty in the tank—

The green lotus grows in the secluded spring, the sun is bright and fresh, and the pink is unique. Who is the fragrance?

Sure enough, the jar is full of rare lotus flowers, purple smoke, green blood, green seals, etc. There is even an extremely rare fire lotus. This lotus looks like a Buddha's hand, like the compassion of the Buddha when he smiles with a flower.

The only pity is that it is spring at this time, with only the water surface clear and round, and the wind and lotus and green leaves are raised lightly.

I think it is the grand scene of "burning agarwood to relieve the heat, birds and birds crying at sunset, and peeping at the eaves in the morning. The leaves are dry and raining on the rain, the water surface is clear and round, and the wind is raised."

"In summer, the grand occasion in the Lady's Courtyard should be as grand as a glorious chapter!" Zhao Chonghuan exclaimed.

Ju Ming smiled proudly: "That's natural. In summer, our Qingtan Garden will be the most magnificent courtyard in the entire West Lake building!"

Liao Yingzhong also smiled: "Yes, in summer, the most desirable thing in the house is the lady's light sandalwood courtyard!"

"However, Madam likes quiet, no one dares to disturb the Qingjing!" Fang Dayou interrupted.

Zhao Chonghuan smiled in agreement, and his admiring eyes paused almost invisibly when he lingered on the water tank of the Buddha's hand fire lotus. A lonely geese flashed in his starry eyes.

Xie Changhuai kept silent, and he followed Zhao Chonghuan and several water tanks like admiring.

Soon, the group finished the lotus and said goodbye and left.

After returning to Moon Lake.

Zhao Chonghuan was waiting for Dali Temple to send someone to deal with the body, so Liao Yingzhong rushed back to Yuli Hall to report the matter to Jia Pingzhang.

Xie Changhuai stood by one side, and waited for all the idle people to leave before Shi Shi walked towards Zhao Chonghuan.

"What did you find in Qingtanyuan?" he asked softly.

Zhao Chonghuan looked around after hearing this, then took out a small paper bag from his sleeve during the autopsy, spread out the paper, and signaled him to take a closer look.

Xie Changhuai lowered his eyes and carefully observed the piece of paper on her palm—

There are two thin green onion slices on the paper, green and small, like broken leaves falling from the leaves.

"How come this is like a fragment of the fire lotus leaves!" he murmured.

"That's right! But this was picked up from Wang Shitou's throat!" Zhao Chonghuan said meaningfully.

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Chapter completed!