Feng Hongluan really couldn't understand why He Jixiang was not.
However, for a puzzle that Feng Hongluan might never be able to figure out, He Jixiang got the result that night.
That night, the maid helped her wash up and then withdrew.
Yuexiang's death made her panic inside, tossing and turning, and finally couldn't fall asleep. Faintly, the wind seemed to blow open the window, and a chill spread throughout her body. He Jixiang wanted to ask the maid to come in and close the window, but before she even opened her mouth, she was frightened.
A moment of paleness.
Not far from the bed, there stood a man in black, covered with a black cloth. He couldn't see his face clearly, but the coldness coming from his narrow eyes was terrifying.
He Jixiang shrank and huddled on the corner of the bed in fear, his tone trembling.
"You, you, who are you."
"Bang." The man in black didn't say anything, but just threw a purple-red baggage in front of He Jixiang. With a bang, the baggage spread out, revealing jewelry items that He Jixiang was familiar with. These were all the money she used to buy them.
fragrant.
Is it true that after Yuexiang passes, she will be next?
She was frightened, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and her shoulders were like leaves shaking off in autumn.
She thought she was dead, but suddenly she heard the man in black sneer: "I won't kill you, I'm just returning your things to you. By the way, let me tell you, that maid has decided to betray you a long time ago.
She wants to take what you gave her and go find Feng Hongluan."
The voice was very strange and I had never heard it before, but for some reason, when I looked at those eyes, I felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
This sense of familiarity not only did not make He Jixiang feel at ease, but made him even more frightened.
"You, you, who are you?"
"Hahaha!" The man in black sneered three times, glanced at the pale and panic-stricken He Jixiang, and asked without answering: "Who do you think I am?"
This question made He Jixiang's heart skip a beat. Those eyes, with slender tails and four layers of acquaintance, were a figure that had been sealed in the heart. Unexpectedly, they overlapped with the eyes of the man in black in front of him.
She looked suddenly shocked and said tremblingly: "Yes, it's you."
The man in black sneered and said: "That girl has already had second thoughts. If you bribe her, you are undoubtedly throwing yourself into a trap. I have already taken care of it for you. I will return this sachet to you. If you want to test that girl, there is no way."
Use something you normally use close to your body.
That girl was probably afraid of the poisonous fragrance inside, so she took great precautions and wrapped the inside and outside with clothes, but don't worry, I've taken care of everything."
No wonder Yuexiang was killed and stripped naked along with her clothes. It turned out to be the reason.
He could actually smell that this was the sachet she used daily. Although she loved the fragrance of crabapple flowers, the crabapple spices she usually used were usually made by a humble spice shop in the capital. This spice shop made annual
The most popular ones are crabapple spices, and most of them are offered to He Jixiang.
This crabapple spice smells too strong at first, but He Jixiang has a unique secret recipe. He boils green bamboo leaves and rice noodles with morning dew, and finally dries them into powder at the end of the year. When mixed with this crabapple spice, the aroma can be maximized.
good.
This unique fragrance, on the surface, smells the same as the fragrance of Begonia flowers. In fact, if you smell it carefully, you can smell it. It has a faint fragrance of bamboo leaves. In the whole world, only Feng Hongluan and that person are the only ones who know her uniqueness.
Begonia sachet.
He Jixiang raised his head and looked at the man in black in front of him, scared and shocked.
"You, why are you helping me? You should hate me. Are you here to kill me? Are you a human or a ghost?"
You, dark shadow, did not answer, but sneered twice, making people confused and even more panicked.
"Ling Che, are you a human or a ghost?"
He Jixiang's eyes were full of fear, and he looked at the man in black vigilantly. His body in the bed was shaking helplessly, and the expression on his face was almost driving him crazy.
The man in black raised his eyes and glanced at He Jixiang on the bed. This action really frightened He Jixiang, and he shrank back: "Don't look at me, don't look at me, don't look at me."
She was really driven crazy. She covered her eyes, not daring to look into the cold eyes of the man in black.
He whom she betrayed was the only man in the world who truly loved her.
She hated herself, hated Feng Hongluan even more.
She was afraid. Afraid of death, and even more afraid of Ling Che's lingering ghost torturing her.
There was no movement in the room for a long time. When He Jixiang got out of the bed with a cold sweat on his face, the black shadow had disappeared without a trace. She looked around nervously, only to see that the window was still there.
Fanning, people seem to be gone.
She came and went without a trace, and she collapsed completely, as if she had experienced a huge catastrophe, leaning on the bed weakly, gasping for air.
There was an evening breeze coming from the window, bringing with it the chill of autumn. She was sweating coldly and couldn't help but shiver.
After regaining consciousness, if it weren't for the package and sachet thrown on the bed, everything would be as if it had never happened.
She looked at the jewelry and sachet stupidly. One of them, a ruby silver hairpin, stung her eyes. It was a gift from Ling Che in the winter when she was fifteen years old.
The Ling family was poor, so this hairpin was obtained from Ling Che secretly writing Spring Festival couplets for wealthy people without telling Ling's mother, and he also pawned two of his clothes to buy this hairpin.
The first snow was falling, and she, Ling Che, and Feng Hongluan met to climb the Six Treasures Pagoda. Feng Hongluan kept going to the top of the tower. She was weak and was out of breath halfway through, but she didn't want to spoil everyone's fun.
Just wait for them on the sixteenth floor.
When Ling Che came down with the hairpin, she was a little surprised.
"Why, don't tell me that you are so good, you just go up and then come down again."
Ling Che smiled warmly, took out a hairpin from his sleeve pocket, and quickly placed it in her palm.
"I pushed Hongluan and said she couldn't crawl, so she could go up first, and I would catch up after a while. I hurriedly ran down. This is for you. Keep it. This is the first time I have made money by myself.
My beloved woman buys things, and I will buy you more in the future. As long as you like it, I will pick off the moon from the sky and set it in your room."
Her face turned red, and the warm and mellow ruby hairpin in her hand was not heavy, but she felt that it meant the whole world.
——Digression——
I'm in Xi'an right now, these are all pre-saved manuscripts, and I don't have time to reply to everyone's messages to reveal the answer to the mystery. Ling Che is not dead right, but whether he is nameless or not, I will hide this from everyone.