"The moon plate does not enter the day, and the dead trees are empty in spring--"

But after a prophecy, Luo Yunqin suddenly stopped talking.

Zhao Chonghuan looked at her and waited for the following text.

Then, Luo Yunqin only held the corner of her lips, covered her faint ridicule and Youliang, and said with a righteous expression, "Since the girl has been to Huazang Temple, I think she has naturally discovered many clues, right?"

Zhao Chong smiled calmly, as if he was not going to hide the details of the case.

"I'm sure I'll find a lot of clues, especially those related to Fan's family, which is quite surprising!"

Seeing that she was speaking out loud, Luo Yunqin smiled playfully.

"I have heard some rumors recently, and I even heard that my old husband had secretly sent someone back to the rooftop a few days ago to investigate an old story - I guess some secrets have been under the control of the girl, right?"

Faced with her temptation, a light shadow of the little hong in the underworld of Zhao Chong's pupils flashed slightly, but she paused and then opened the skylight and said something brightly.

"Fan was killed. From the clues found that the day afterwards may have something to do with her youth! When the old husband heard this, he sent someone to investigate secretly. This matter was about an old marriage contract when Fan was a youth! And it is also inferred that the partner of Fan's marriage contract may be Weng Yinglong, a celebrity beside Lord Pingzhang!"

Her starry eyes were bright and her words were sincere.

"I think that since the wife could tell Fan that night, she must have known all the twists and turns behind her, and she is even more deeply involved! Therefore, in order to resolve A Qiao's injustice as soon as possible, and for the good and bad fortune of the wife and the young master, I hope that the wife can speak frankly and resolve some doubts for this case as soon as possible!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Chonghuan's openness and straightforwardness made Luo Yunqin's eyebrows tilt.

She looked at the Qingjue girl standing in front of her again. The pure and clear eyes in the other person's eyes made her feel a little ashamed. In a moment, she laughed a little self-deprecatingly.

"Don't blame everyone for rumoring that the girl is possessed by the emperor, and she is indeed well-known!" Luo Yunqin clenched the Luopa in her hand and straightened her back and said calmly.

"The relationship between my aunt and auntie Jiu probably starts from March 3 last spring-"

Last March 3?

Zhao Chonghuan frowned thoughtfully.

She suddenly remembered a few days ago that the abbot of Huazang Temple began the day when the heroic deeds of Mrs. Weng was also March 3 last year! Thinking of this, her eyes shaking.

"On March 3 last year, the family members of the Jia family went to Zhaoqing Temple to burn incense and worship according to the custom. After listening to the scriptures, they originally wanted to go back to the house, but Aunt Jiu proposed to send a copy of the embroidered scripture to Huazang Temple for worship according to the custom. " Luo Yunqin said in a leisurely manner.

It turned out that before March 3 last year, Fan Huiniang began to embroider a sutra curtain day and night, devoutly embroidering the "Medicine Buddha Sutra".

Mrs. Hu and others naturally knew that in recent years, they would embroider scriptures to Huazang Temple for worship in order to seek a child on March 3rd every year, so they agreed to take her maid to make a carriage and make a turn.

There is a shop near Huazang Temple called Fanzhai. Na Fanzhai is famous for selling gadgets from various countries in the South China Sea. The toys in the shop are very novel and interesting.

Xiaozhu Jia Zixian once heard A Qiao mention this shop casually, and she kept thinking about it. When she had the opportunity to go out, she naturally pestered Luo Yunqin indomitable ways, hoping to go to Huazang Temple to play with her.

Although Luo Yunqin was worried about his body, she was reluctant to leave her child's boredom, so she led him and Fan Huiniang to Huazang Temple together.

When they arrived at Huazang Temple, Fan Huiniang took the people in the Spring Equinox to worship Buddha, while Luo Yunqin asked Aqiao and the guards to accompany Jia Zixian to wander in the Fanzhai. Then he followed Xuezhi to the second floor of the tea shop opposite, and asked for a pot of fried tea and a few plates of fine dishes. He sat quietly for a while.

The master and servant were chatting, and suddenly, the snow branches of Zhang Gu were casually exploring the pane and found a constant stream of cars and horses coming from the street.

Among them, a woman in a uniform dress sat upright in the carriage lifting the curtains was quite kind-looking, and the servants behind her were driving three large carts filled with goods, and shouting toward the mountain gate of Huazang Temple.

"Madam, look at the person sitting in the car-" Xuezhi argued with a smile and quickly turned around and pointed out the window, "But Mr. Weng's wife?"

Luo Yun looked carefully after the sound of the sound of the sound of the sound of the carriage, and now he was passing by the tea shop downstairs.

It’s indeed Weng Yinglong’s wife!

The eldest lady of the Weng family just arrived at Lin'an Mansion from the rooftop in winter last year.

As soon as she arrived, she tried her best to use her long-term talent for dancing, and worked hard to welcome and manage the houses and courtyards of the Jia Mansion's back house, and cling to the relationship. She went back and forth several times, which made her reputation quite a few concubines.

However, Luo Yunqin was not patient with any involvement with such a guest family, so she just politely responded once or two times.

"This Bodhisattva in Huazang Temple is strange!"

Xuezhi looked at the back of Mrs. Weng's carriage away and said casually, "It's true, this Aunt Ninth Aunt embroidered one prayer flag after another, but I haven't seen anyone with a child yet! It's not true, look at Mrs. Weng's such a smart person, who actually went to the temple to deliver offerings, but she didn't see her delivering them to Zhaoqing Temple!"

Luo Yunqin's eyes shook when she heard this, quietly picked up the teacup and took a sip, but her eyes fell on the cart that was leaving, thinking about something.

The master and servant sat for a few incense sticks and passed through the pane, but saw Jia Zixian pouting his little mouth empty and being led back by A Qiao. The servant Pan Xiaowu, who followed behind, also looked resentful and his fists were clenched tightly.

Seeing this, Xuezhi was a little surprised and hurriedly went downstairs to greet them. As she walked, she asked curiously: "Why are you young and have nothing to buy? You guys didn't buy anything?"

Jia Zixian ran to the second floor and climbed onto the chair with a look of disregard for others.

Luo Yunqin also raised her eyebrows slightly and looked at A Qiao and Pan Xiaowu.

A Qiao looked full of laughter and crying, and handed over a gadget with a weird shape, and put a silver ingot in her hand and said, "Here, madam, look, this!"

Luo Yunqin took it and looked at it, and found that it was originally a delicate and small hollow ball object, but now it is flat and deformed. The exquisite head placed inside has also been broken, and it looks completely wilted and broken.

She raised her eyes in confusion and looked at A Qiao: "What's going on? Is it broken?"

Before A Qiao could reply, Jia Zixian rolled his eyes and said angrily: "I don't know which one is not eye-catching, and stepped on it with one foot, breaking the things that the child had picked for a long time!"

"Yes, it's just a blind thing! It runs quite fast!" Pan Xiaowu also agreed.

A Qiao hurriedly said, "We have been wandering around the Fanzhai for a long time. The little ancestor didn't like this and that was boring. There were many people in the shop. Just as they were about to leave, the young master suddenly found such a queer ball in the corner! The queer could churn his head, which was very interesting! So he took such a small ball, and the servants on the side were squeezing their heads to pay--"

She whispered and glanced at Xiaozhuzi and Pan Xiaowu with a smile.

"I didn't expect that before I finished talking to the shopkeeper, the young man who was playing outside the door was already screaming! When I hurried out, I found that the Que'er ball was rolling on the road. At that time, someone hurried over and stepped on it with one kick!"

"Xiao Wu and the others wanted to grab the man, but the man didn't say a word, and took out a silver ingot without looking back, threw it over and threw it away, then threw it away and ran into the crowd------"

Pan Xiaowu was dissatisfied: "I pulled a piece of material on that person's sleeve!" As he said that, he shook a piece of Xuanqing Liao Ling material on his hand.

"March 3rd, there are many people everywhere!" Xuezhi comforted her while picking up pastries to feed Jia Zixian, "How can you not buy one again?"

Jia Zixian became even more angry when he heard this. He slapped the food he handed over with the snow branches, and the pastry fell on the tea table, and the powder flew: "There is only one left in the world!"

Seeing this, Luo Yunqin slowly raised her eyes and glanced at him, and said with a slight stern tone: "Xian'er--"

Jia Zixian was stunned and did not dare to speak. He silently, but glared at A Qiao with a little unwilling expression: "It's all your fault, why don't you beat that person to me?"

A Qiao quickly coaxed and persuaded, "Okay, next time I see that person, I will definitely beat him with Xiaowu and the others!"

Pan Xiaowu also shook the piece of material on his hand in a pleasing manner.

"Yes! That guy ran too fast, and the villain was not prepared! I promised not to let him run away again next time, and he was beaten to the ground to find teeth! Humph, he actually dared to trample on the things of my young master of Pingzhang Mansion and kill him!"

Jia Zixian spat on him.

"You guys just coax me! That man is still wearing a hat, and you haven't seen his face. How can you recognize him next time?"

Xiaozhuzi's ideas are very clear.

Pan Xiaowu was speechless and couldn't help laughing dryly. Then he threw half of Liaoling to the ground and stepped on it a few times: "The little man is going to vent his anger on the young master now! Let's step it back for him!"

"Yes!" A Qiao pulled up the little pillar vigorously and encouraged him, "Look at the little ancestor, let's step back together!"

Seeing this, Jia Zixian became excited and let A Qiao hold him. The master and servant stepped on the material together, jumping and jumping, so happy!

Luo Yunqin and Xuezhi looked at them play with laughter and cry.

Seeing that Jia Zixian was dancing a little panting, Luo Yunqin asked Xuezhi to carry the little kid back and sit down.

When his eyes accidentally swept across the corners of the rolling silk, Luo Yunqin's gaze suddenly became stunned.

She raised her face and said, "Xiao Wu, pick up the material and let me take a look!"

Pan Xiaowu quickly picked up the dusty material on the ground, and hurriedly patted it clean and handed it over.

Xuezhi also glanced curiously and said, "Madam, this material is still a good Liao Ling!"

Xiao Wu echoed: "That man looked like a rich man, otherwise he would have left a silver spindle and ran away without looking back!"

"But he doesn't have to lose such a large silver ingot!" A Qiao was puzzled, "It's enough to buy several Que'er balls!"

"I probably rushed to Huazang Temple to burn incense!" Xuezhi said.

Luo Yunqin was unheard of their gossip. She only held the piece of material with a deep expression, and her eyes were fixed on an embroidery on the silk-

It was indeed a piece of the cuff, but it was not the outer robe, but the cuff of the middle robe. The inner part of the cuff was embroidered with silver thread, which looked like a leaf and a flower. It was like a half-moon shape, and it seemed like it was half embroidered. It was just a hand------

Luo Yunqin looked at the strange and exquisite pattern and felt familiar.

She thoughtfully scraped the embroidery pattern with her fingertips. At this moment, a flash of inspiration appeared in her mind, and she suddenly remembered where she had seen this embroidery pattern.

Thinking of this, her eyes couldn't help but become deeper.

------

When Zhao Chonghuan heard this, he naturally remembered the strange patterns he had seen on Fan Hui's corpse and on the clothes in the box.

She said with clarity: "I also found the pattern embroidered with silver thread in some hidden corners of Fan's dress! Later, when I passed by Meiyin Garden at Huazang Temple, I heard from the abbot that she often sent her servants to admire the plum blossoms alone!"

"So I also vaguely guessed some of the meanings, which should contain the meaning that plum leaves and flowers cannot stay together. This embroidery should be sent by Fan's love!"

Luo Yunqin stared at her, with a little admiration in her eyes: "It's true that it's a kind of love, but what kind of love and what kind of intention is it? I think Miss Zhao has already understood it?"

Then she reached out and took out a piece of Xuanqing Liaoning material and handed it to Zhao Chonghuan.

Zhao Chonghuan took this item in surprise: "Madam, how did you know that you will come to Dali Temple today?"

Luo Yunqin stared at her, paused, and suddenly smiled sadly.

"If you don't come, I will also go to the royal palace to ask for a visit! Since you have something to ask for, you need to offer some things you are interested in!"

Zhao Chonghuan immediately understood what she meant.
To be continued...