The wind and rain outside quickly submerged Xiao Qing's figure holding the umbrella. Cong Yi'er stood up and walked around the room casually. There shouldn't be anything here that could help her discover what was right and wrong in the past. Although it was a
It is a forbidden area, but Mrs. Cong must have searched it many times. Even if Cong Yier's mother wanted to leave something behind, Cong Yier must have searched here many times. But, no
Knowing why, Cong Yi'er felt at this moment that if Cong Yi'er's mother was the apprentice of the great devil in the world, and her behavior must be different from ordinary people, she would definitely have something left here, and Mrs. Cong would look for it like a fool.
Looking for it, that is to say, if there is something, it must be placed in the most obvious place, but the place most easily ignored by everyone. If no one finds anything, letting it continue to exist here will definitely indicate that Mrs. Cong
She hasn't found what she's looking for yet. What is she looking for?
What kind of woman was Cong Yier's mother? Why is there no portrait of her in this room? There is only a small room here, not big, with a bed, a white floral bedding, and light white gauze curtains.
There is a table with a simple lamp, a set of teapots, a few green bamboos painted on a white background, two chairs, and a bamboo bookshelf with a few thread-bound books on it, which are just some chess records.
and poems. Other than that, there is nothing else in this room.
Cong Yier stood here quietly, listening to the wind and rain outside, imagining a quiet woman in the room, just like herself at that moment, unaccompanied, listening to the wind and rain so quietly, what would she do?
What are you thinking? How to deal with the long years of loneliness? She is a martial arts master. Since the master is a big devil, her martial arts should be quite powerful, so she should be able to leave here at any time, but why does she refuse to leave and would rather die in front of someone else?
Your subordinates won’t leave? Let your daughter live alone and helpless in the world?
Suddenly, I heard deliberately soft footsteps outside, coming in through the wind and rain. At this time, the sky was already dark and the wind and rain were blowing. Who is here? Cong Yier quietly retreated to the bed as quickly as possible, pretending to be
He looked like he was sleeping, trying to calm his rapidly beating heartbeat.
The door was gently pushed open, and someone walked in, bringing in a faint aroma. This aroma was familiar to Cong Yi'er. It was the aroma of powder. Smelling this aroma, Cong Yi'er immediately guessed who was coming.
Who is she? But, what is she doing here at this time?
"Cong Yi'er, Cong Yi'er -" the visitor called softly, but did not hear any response from Cong Yi'er, only Cong Yi'er's steady breathing. There was no light on, and the light in the room was already dim.
The visitor began to walk around. The room was not big, and soon she turned around several times, as if she was looking for something. She heard a soft whisper, "How could there be nothing?"
Two other people walked in and did not notice Die Run, who was standing against the wall in black clothes. He seemed to be looking for something.
It's Mrs. Cong and Cong Xiai.
I heard Cong Xiai say in a very soft voice: "Do you really doubt that Cong Yi'er can do martial arts?"
Through the slit in her eyes, Cong Yi'er saw Dierun stuck on the wall next to the window disappearing out of the window like a gust of wind. Her Qinggong was indeed quite good, and she was able to disappear under the eyes of Mrs. Cong and Cong Xiai.
"Who?!" Cong Xiai asked alertly, and jumped to the window. It was windy and rainy outside, and she couldn't see anything. She hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly, "Mom, there seems to be another person in this room.
Others have been here."
Mrs. Cong was stunned for a moment, breathed lightly, and said: "It seems that there is a scent of powder in this room. It should be a woman. This kind of scent is not for Cong Yi'er, and this girl doesn't seem to be using it these days.
What kind of rouge powder should I use?"
After hearing what her mother had said, Cong Xiai hesitated for a moment and whispered softly: "Is it her? What is she doing here? Does she want to kill Cong Yi'er directly?"
"Xiai, what are you mumbling about?" Mrs. Cong said softly, "It's useless even if someone comes here. I've searched here many times, and the woman has left nothing at all."
"However, since her death, the set of sword manuals has never appeared in the world again. She is the descendant of the devil, so the sword manuals must be in her hands." Cong Xiai frowned slightly and said softly, "
As long as I can find that set of sword manuals, my daughter can practice that set of swordsmanship and become invincible in the world!"
Mrs. Cong suddenly paused and said, "It seems that servant Xiao Qing is back. Let's leave immediately. There is no place for you to hide here. If that servant Xiao Qing finds out, it's hard to say whether Cong Yi'er will be alarmed."
"Then we won't be looking for it tonight?" Cong Xiai asked reluctantly.
While talking, they heard Xiaoqing's footsteps getting closer and closer, and the two left in a hurry.
The door opened, Xiaoqing took the food box and put away the umbrella, and said with a smile: "Miss, are you waiting impatiently? It rained really hard on the road. Even though you were so careful, your clothes got wet. It's really dark in this room.
Slave—Xiaoqing, light the lamp now."
As soon as he finished speaking, the lights turned on. Cong Yier looked at Xiaoqing quietly with a warm smile and said softly: "The rain is so lively that it makes it difficult for people to sleep peacefully.
Xiaoqing, besides you cleaning, has anyone else been here before?"
Xiao Qing smiled and said a little mischievously: "No one comes here except Xiao Qing to clean. Only when the lady comes, will someone come to help tidy up the courtyard and repair the room. Although everyone is not ashamed
Your mother, but everyone is afraid of her. Also, everyone always says that this place is unclean. Only when you are here can others dare to come out. Normally, there will be no one here."
"Why didn't I learn martial arts?" Cong Yier asked casually.
"Miss, your parents had already passed away when you were born. People in the Cong Mansion have been taking care of you. No one taught you martial arts. Everyone has been trying their best to teach the eldest lady how to learn martial arts. Mrs. Cong said that you
Your body is too weak to learn any martial arts, so you don’t have any martial arts." Xiao Qing said softly, "Later, when you got here, you just read some chess records and poems left by your mother.
Well, your favorite thing to read is a Buddhist scripture left by your wife. You often keep it next to your pillow, and you can almost recite it backwards and forwards."
Cong Yier sat down at the table and said with a smile, "Really? Does my mother like to read Buddhist scriptures?"
"The Buddhist scriptures were copied by Madam herself. I heard from my mother that after Madam was imprisoned, she never made any noise or explained what was right or wrong. She just read and wrote quietly every day and copied the entire book carefully.
The Buddhist scriptures are not a complete set. Mrs. Cong also read them carefully, saying that she just read some from this book, some from that book, and picked out some of the ones she liked and copied them. You know, at first I read them, but later on I
It's memorization. Later, when you have nothing to do, you just read it backwards, and then memorize it backwards. And then, you just memorize one word apart, two words apart, forward and backward. Anyway.
Yes, that Buddhist scripture, I guess you can pick it up casually no matter what I ask you." Xiaoqing's eyes were a little sad. These words sounded simple, but they sounded sad. A little girl, alone
Sitting in such a lonely room, reading word by word from a Buddhist scripture copied by my mother, I could answer whatever I saw. What kind of tears and helplessness there must be in this!
Xiaoqing could not forget how her young lady shed tears and engraved the words in the book deeply into her memory. The look in her eyes was so helpless and sad that she couldn't help but watch it again and again.
Crying. That may be the only warmth Madam left for her.