Chapter 87, even weirder, bleeding from fingertips
In front of the mourning hall, Yu Lanxue stood up with the hand of the standing maid. Her legs couldn't bear to keep kneeling like this, so she got up to rest her legs while there was no one around.
After moving her stiff feet, Yu Lanxue held the maid's hand and walked slowly towards Yu Xijiao.
"Sister Jiaoer, get up and take a rest first. You are still injured." She walked up to Yu Xijiao and said softly, while calling someone to come over and help Yu Xijiao.
Yu Xijiao shook her hand, her eyes fell on the spiritual tablet in front of her, her eyebrows furrowed in thought.
"Sister Jiao'er?" Yu Lanxue said softly again.
"Sister clan, do you know why the coffin bleeds?" Yu Xijiao said. She hadn't spoken for a long time. Now that she could speak, her voice was very hoarse.
"Well... maybe I accidentally dripped a red candle!" Yu Lanxue said softly, reaching out to help Yu Xijiao herself.
Qingyue also helped from the other side, and Yu Xijiao stood up, but her eyes were still on the memorial tablet in front of her: "Thank you very much, Sister Clan, Sister Clan... County Lord Lanxuan's death was really an accident.
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Hearing this, several timid people trembled subconsciously. Even the bold ones, when they recalled what happened last night, their faces changed drastically.
"Sister Jiaoer, sister Xuan is naturally an accident. If it were not an accident, who would hurt sister Xuan? How could sister Xuan be such a good person..." Yu Lanxue couldn't continue at this point, and raised her red and swollen eyes.
, heartbroken, "I still remember that sister Xuan told me a few days ago that she would go home often after getting married and come back... to see me..."
At this point, his voice became a little hoarse, and he couldn't say any more. He turned his head and covered his mouth with a handkerchief, letting out a low whimpering sound, which made people feel sad.
"Sister Clan, can I go up and take a look at the dark red blood stain?" Yu Xijiao pointed to the location of the "overflow" in the coffin and asked.
"Sister Jiao'er is careful to say that it's not blood, it's just red candle oil. Yesterday, the mother-in-law made the wrong candle. When she took it back, she accidentally bumped into the coffin. Later, because of the fire in the mourning hall, the temperature was too high and the candle
It's melted, so it looks a little different." Yu Lanxue explained softly with red eyes.
The temperature is too high and the candle melts?
A trace of ridicule flashed in Yu Xijiao's eyes, which actually made them think of such a reason, and it happened to be right to the point.
The powder she applied turned red because the temperature was too high, and it looked like blood was spilling out.
However, those powders must not be candles after all. The explanation given by the Zhengyuan Marquis Mansion does not sound credible.
"Sister Clan, no matter what it is, can I go up and have a look?" Yu Xijiao said persistently.
Yu Lanxue pursed her lips, her expression not looking good, but in the end she relaxed her lips and her voice was as soft as ever: "Sister Jiaoer wants to see it, then let's come together."
As he said this, he led Yu Jiaoer forward.
The two people walked around behind the coffin and in front of the coffin. The place where the blood spilled yesterday was exactly where it was.
Yu Lanxue first reached out and touched the coffin gently, and then said: "It is indeed a bit smooth, like the traces of candles. Sister Jiaoer can take a look."
Yu Xijiao stretched out a white and tender finger and gently scraped the coffin. The bottom of her hand was smooth and greasy, like traces of candle oil.
He took back his hand, looked at his fingers, frowned tightly, and said nothing.
"Sister Jiao'er, this should be a trace of candle oil, right? Although there is no more candle oil now, I still feel something when I touch it." Yu Lanxue also stretched out her hand and scratched it carefully like Yu Xijiao.
After checking his fingers carefully, he said. The smooth feeling on the bottom of his hands was indeed traces of candle oil, which should be the remedy for Zhengyuan Hou Mansion. After wiping off the red blood stains, he secretly applied candle oil.
After all, what happened last night was too weird. Without a common reason, it would be difficult to convince everyone.
"Sister, please scrape harder and see if you find anything?" Yu Xijiao continued, reaching out and swiping hard on the coffin.
The smooth feeling between my fingers becomes more and more intense.
Yu Lanxue frowned. She was not willing to accompany Yu Jiao'er to do such stupid things, but seeing the paranoid look on this new clan girl's face, after thinking about it, she finally reached out and followed Yu Xijiao's example.
The coffin in front of him was violently scraped.
This is the person she needs to make friends with, which will gain her favor.
"You two girls, you must not be like this." When a nun in charge saw them acting like this, her face changed greatly and she hurriedly stepped forward to stop them. "This is disrespectful to the deceased."
"Is there such a saying?" Yu Xijiao looked surprised, took two steps back, and said guiltily, "Jiangnan doesn't have such a saying, but it's because I'm ignorant."
In one sentence, Yu Lanxue's face turned red, angry and anxious.
Yu Xijiao could explain it this way, but she couldn't. On the one hand, she was older than Yu Xijiao, and on the other hand, she was still in the capital. Because of this, she couldn't do the same thing that Yu Xijiao did.
Fortunately, she reacted quickly. She hurriedly lowered her head and bowed respectfully to the coffin in front of her: "But I was wrong. I was just investigating the matter with Sister Jiaoer."
"Sister Clan doesn't know this saying!" Yu Xijiao raised her eyes, her eyes clear.
Yu Lanxue was even more angry, but she had to suppress her anger: "Sister Jiaoer... I was too anxious just now and didn't notice it."
Yu Xijiao ignored the words in Yu Lanxue's words. She just looked at the coffin and sighed: "Mr. Lanxuan County has saved my life. If I find out about the death of the county magistrate and have no grievances, I will
It must be investigated."
After saying that, he bowed to the coffin and then left.
Yu Lanxue said a word without even a response. She bit her lower lip and then her face returned to a soft expression, and she followed Yu Xijiao out.
Yu Xijiao took the three sticks of incense handed over by Jingyue, bowed respectfully a few times, inserted them into the incense burner, and then knelt down on the straw mat.
Pick up the paper money on one side and throw it into the brazier.
Seeing her like this, even though Yu Lanxue wanted to have a close relationship with her, she knew that this was not the right time, so she retreated to her previous position and knelt down. Like Yu Xijiao, she picked up the paper money and started burning it.
The mourning hall became quiet, and both those who walked out and those who walked in subconsciously walked softly.
"Blood, girl, your finger is bleeding." Suddenly there was a scream.
A maid who came in holding incense candles heard the scream and fell heavily to the ground. Then she also screamed, held her head and rolled to the side, knocking over several maids behind her.
Mother-in-law.
There were screams in the mourning hall, and some people even started crying and shouting in fear.
There was already one out last night, and now people are frightened...
"What's going on, what's going on?" A stewardess came over angrily and asked while asking someone to pull the crying man out who was rolling on the ground.
"Girl... your finger is also... bleeding." Qingyue pointed at Yu Xijiao's finger, then turned her head numbly and looked at Yu Lanxue, her eyes were straight and her lips were trembling.
Knowing that he was frightened, he murmured, "Yu... Miss Yu is also... bleeding too."
Following her gaze, everyone realized that Yu Lanxue had also fallen to the ground with her eyes wide open, staring closely at her raised fingers. Beside her, the maid had already been lying on the ground.
, holding his head and shrinking into a ball, trembling all over, unable to speak a word.
"The county prince... really died unjustly." Yu Xijiao also stared at her fingers, which everyone could clearly see just now, sliding across the coffin.
Now the fingers look like blood, with a red color.
Yu Xijiao's fingers are like this, and so are Yu Lanxue's.
Everyone was stunned. What about red candle oil? If it was just candle oil, how could it return to red color after wiping it clean? This is clearly... just...
At this time, the daring housekeeper also panicked, her face turned pale, and she almost fell down. She finally reacted, and hurriedly smoked a large amount of incense from one side, lit it with a shudder, and muttered to the spirit tablet in it,
Then he knelt down respectfully and kowtowed a few times, and then stood up in a panic.
While sending someone to invite his master to come over, he said: "We also invite two girls to come over and salute."
The two people were helped up, two handfuls of incense were stuffed randomly, and they were asked to bow a few times in the middle. Then they also inserted the incense into the incense burner in the middle, and several housekeepers chanted together.
This thing is so weird. If yesterday could be said to be candle oil, the actions of the two people today definitely have nothing to do with candle oil. Moreover, it is still clear sky and daylight, so you can see it more clearly.
Yu Lanxue was so frightened that her feet froze, and she followed the housekeeper almost the whole time. When she was sent aside, before she could react, the "blood" appeared so intuitively on her fingers and in front of the coffin. It was completely different.
Two meanings, even if she didn't believe it, her feet felt weak at this time.
"Sister, please wipe it off." Yu Xijiao casually took the piece of white cloth on the side and handed it to Yu Lanxue.
Yu Lanxue reached out to take it and wiped it hard twice. In fact, there was not much "bloody red", but it looked conspicuous and scary. After wiping it, Yu Lanxue directly put the piece of cloth with "blood stains" away.
He threw it out, and so did Yu Xijiao. Nanny Xu picked it up and threw it into the brazier.
The fire broke out and the cloth burned.
"Girl, please wash your hands first and don't get anything unclean on them." Qingyue's trembling voice came, and she went to the next door to get a basin of hot water.
Yu Lanxue's maid was shivering into a ball at this time, rolling to the side without daring to move. The first scream was made by her at that time, and the fear she received was the most intuitive and intense.
"Sister, let's wash it together." Yu Xijiao glanced at her fingers silently and pressed them into the water. Yu Lanxue also put her hands in hastily, and the warm water slid over the cold and sweaty
Then I felt a sense of coming back to life, my heart calmed down a little, and my brain resumed its response.
After they finished washing their hands, Qingyue gave them a hot handkerchief. After the two of them wiped their hands, Qingyue took the basin down and poured it out.
All evidence was destroyed!
"Sister clan, is there another reason for the death of the county king?" Yu Xijiao stretched out her hand to hold Yu Lanxue, and brought up the old conversation again.
"Sister Xuan's death was an accident." Yu Lanxue had recovered at this time. Although her face was still pale, she gritted her teeth hard. She didn't believe that this was the appearance of Yu Lanxuan's aunt. She was of no use when she was alive. Now she is dead.
Can there be such great spirituality?
"Da da da" there were footsteps running over, and a large group of Yu clan members who heard the news came in. The first person was Yu Ruiwen.