Just as he was sneering to himself, a strange sound suddenly came from outside the door, like someone crying, a whimpering female voice.
Just when Feng Hongluan opened the door, she saw a black shadow running quickly towards the opposite corridor.
It was this corridor again. The woman with a grimace that Liu Xiang saw yesterday seemed to have also run onto this corridor. Feng Hongluan did not hesitate, kept a vigilant eye, and quickly chased after her, but she did not find anyone until the end.
.
There was definitely a person, and that person definitely came to this place, but why did this person appear at the door of her room again and again?
Yesterday I didn't ask Liu Xiang what the person he saw looked like. Feng Hongluan wouldn't think that he was a ghost or a monster. How could a ghost and a monster wear human accessories?
She still keeps the gold-skinned and silver hairpin she picked up yesterday.
Could it be that this person is a patient with extremely high martial arts skills but unconsciousness? But there is no such person in the Ling family.
She was puzzled. When she returned to the house, Hong'er had already laid out the food. Seeing Feng Hongluan coming back from outside, she asked with concern: "Where have you gone, Miss? I will go out to look for you."
Feng Hongluan smiled faintly: "Go out for a walk, Hong'er. You don't have to wait here anymore. You can go to Madam and I can take care of myself?"
"How can that be done? Madam has said that Hong'er must take good care of the young lady."
"Go!" Feng Hongluan said lightly again. Seeing that she didn't seem to want to stay by her side, Hong'er felt a little aggrieved, but she didn't say anything. She just felt good about herself and excused herself, "Then I'll go."
Already."
"Yeah!" After sending Hong'er away, Feng Hongluan closed the door and window. Suddenly she felt something was strange. Looking at a table of steaming meals, she pulled out a silver hairpin on her head.
She knew it was absurd to do this, but she always seemed uneasy if she hadn't done it before.
She tried the dish with the hairpin, but there was nothing strange about it. It seemed like she was overthinking it, but who was that woman? What was the purpose of her repeated attempts? Could it be that she was not from the Ling family.
It's also possible.
She shook her head, still puzzled, and could only regard the repeated appearance of that person as a coincidence.
After eating, she locked the doors and windows, went to bed, and slept until she was half asleep. She heard some movement at the door. She thought it was a dream and didn't care. When she woke up the next morning, she pushed the door open and suddenly found that there was snow on the ground at the door.
They are all footprints. Judging from the size of the footprints, they are definitely not owned by women.
Male? The faint noise heard outside the door yesterday was definitely male. She thought it was a dream.
There were only three men in the mansion, two of them old. They didn't even have the strength to step forward and could only do light work. How could they go out to walk in the snow in the middle of the night? And the doorman was just a boy of thirteen or fourteen years old.
, the foot cannot be so big.
There were footprints of men outside the door. Thinking about it makes her heart palpitate. Yesterday, a man actually approached her door. Who was he and what was his purpose?
Ling Mansion seems to be getting more and more weird.
Feng Hongluan frowned and looked at the messy set of footprints. If someone had really come here, why were the footprints so messy? It couldn't be that it was just a headless fly that kept spinning around the door!
There were more things she couldn't figure out.
But right now, while there is no one around, I'd better cover up these footprints to prevent others from seeing them and causing gossip.
She took the broom and started sweeping the snow. When Liuxiang came back with a package, she saw Feng Hongluan working hard. She couldn't help but feel distressed and blamed herself: "Miss, come here, slave. Come here, miss."
How can a rich man do such rough work? The Ling Mansion is really like this. The snow in front of the lady's door is enough to drown people, and they don't let the lady come to sweep it. It's also my fault that the servant was playing wild yesterday and didn't come back with the lady.
"
"I didn't leave a note on the table, telling you that it doesn't matter if you come back after the snow stops today. Look, the snow has fallen all over you." She patted the fallen snow on Liu Xiang's body, and when she saw Liu Xiang, Feng Hongluan's heart calmed down a little.
Some.
Liuxiang blamed herself: "Miss, I won't dare to do it next time."
"Silly girl, I don't blame you."
"Miss!" Liu Xiang was quite moved. If it was not insurmountable by ethics, she really wanted to give Feng Hongluan a hug.
"Okay, there's no need to sweep away the snow. There's something I need you to do, but remember, don't reveal your identity and wear men's clothes."
Liuxiang looked at Feng Hongluan's serious face and nodded solemnly: "Miss, just give me your orders."
Feng Hongluan looked around, then approached Liu Xiang's ear and whispered. Liu Xiang frowned when he heard the words, and his expression seemed a little embarrassed. After listening, he asked Feng Hongluan uncertainly: "Miss, do you really want it?"
Do this?"
"Am I joking? There are fifty taels of silver here. It should be no problem to send one or two jailers to clear the way. You can go back as soon as possible. Remember to be brave and careful. Put on your clothes. You are Master Liu, do you understand?"
"Miss, you are really good at teasing. Okay, I will go now. Miss, please don't clear the snow. Miss didn't take this baggage away yesterday."
Feng Hongluan took the bundle and came over, patting Liu Xiang on the shoulder: "Go quickly."
"Well, let's go right away."
Before Liuxiang came in to take a drink of water, she left again. Feng Hongluan saw that the man's footprints on the snow had been cleaned up, so she went back to her room and closed the door, then put a package on the table. She was now thinking
It was still very confusing, and she was inexplicably flustered by things she couldn't figure out, including the strange woman of unknown origin and the man's footprints at the door, and it was obvious that they were all aimed at her.
I remembered that I heard a man's voice at Ling's mother's door yesterday. Could it be that Ling's mother was planning something against her? Putting some man's footprints at her door was to ruin her innocence.
Impossible. If so, then Ling's mother should have sent someone over in the morning to capture these footprints.
There is no reason to wait until she wakes up and "destroy all traces of her body" by herself.
After all, is there something going on that she doesn't know about?
Annoyed, upset.
Fortunately, now she is not even afraid of death. She is only afraid of harm to the people around her. As long as she does not hurt Liu Xiang, her father and others, what will happen to her.