She thought there would be some clues inside her fist, but when she opened it, she found it was empty. She was disappointed.
"Nothing. It was probably because I was in too much pain or too scared before I died, so I subconsciously clenched my fists."
Seeing the disappointed look on her face, Hong Yan comforted her: "Perhaps it was just those lunatics in the world who did it. Although those individuals usually do not offend people in the officialdom, there are still a few who do not follow the rules. Don't you remember the past few years?
There is a thief who steals the housekeeper's money."
After he specifically said it, Feng Hongluan could only explain it to herself in this way, although she always felt that Yuexiang's death was related to her, or maybe it was related to He Jixiang.
Hong Yan patted her shoulder gently, comforted her for a while, and was about to get up to close the window. The evening breeze blew in, causing the curtains in the room to flutter. It was even more eerie and strange. Feng Hongluan reached out and dropped the moon scent on the bed.
Bian put his hand on the bed, wanting to cover her with a white cloth and leave.
After all, Yuexiang had served her for a while, and she didn't want Yuexiang to die. Now that Yuexiang has died, all her previous grudges have been wiped out. She acted gently. She heard her mother say that when a person dies, he should hand over his two hands.
If you put it on your chest, you will be reborn in a peaceful family in your next life.
She also wanted to do this, but Yuexiang's body was a little stiff, so she had to use a little more force when she took her hand and put it on her abdomen to explain.
Just like breaking a branch, the stiff hand finally broke it over after a lot of effort.
The fingertips swept across her left ear and touched the tip of her nose. For a moment, there seemed to be a familiar smell that invaded her nasal cavity.
The scent, a very familiar scent.
She was stunned and held Yuexiang's hand.
Hongyan closed a window and looked back at her: "What's wrong?"
"It smells good."
"Um?"
"The moon fragrance has fragrance on my hands."
Hong Yan walked over in a few hurried steps, took Yuexiang's hand from Feng Hongluan and smelled it: "It has a fragrance, the fragrance of crabapple flowers."
"Yes, the fragrance of crabapple flowers."
Even if her fingertips inadvertently touched the tip of her nose, she would not be able to smell the familiar fragrance. What's more, Hong Yan also smelled it and said for sure that it was the fragrance of crabapple flowers.
Begonia flower fragrance, this kind of crabapple flower fragrance has a faint smell of green bamboo, and only one person in the world can use it.
"Do you know who this fragrance belongs to?" Hong Yan looked at Feng Hongluan's eyes that were getting colder and colder, and knew that the fragrance was definitely not that simple.
Feng Hongluan sneered and looked to the southeast where He Jixiang was: "Fairy Haitang, have you heard of it?"
"The second most beautiful woman in the capital, Fairy Haitang, your sister He Jixiang?" Hong Yan sounded slightly surprised.
Feng Hongluan sneered: "I finally understand why the murderer stripped off Yuexiang's clothes, but not for rape or humiliation. I think it was just to hide the scent of crabapple on Yuexiang's body."
Hong Yan looked at Feng Hongluan with heavy eyes: "What are you going to do next? Find out the relationship between Yuexiang and He Jixiang?"
"No need, I already knew that Yuexiang was bribed by He Jixiang. That's why I kept Yuexiang in my house and no longer took it with me."
Hong Yan seemed a little shocked, but he responded indifferently: "Oh!"
He seemed a little unhappy, but Feng Hongluan couldn't care so much now. In fact, if he hadn't asked, she wouldn't have told him these things.
She never wanted to talk to him about these dark things.
"The murderer is totally worth three hundred taels of silver. If he hadn't taken off Yuexiang's clothes for no reason, and the scent of crabapple flowers on Yuexiang's hand, I wouldn't have raised any doubts. I know she has been in contact with He Jixiang.
It is unavoidable that He Jixiang's fragrance is stained on his hands. But in order to hide Yuexiang's fragrance, the murderer deliberately took off her clothes. Oh, to hide it, He Jixiang is definitely not involved in Yuexiang's death."
"But why did the murderer kill Yuexiang?"
"If my guess is correct, it's because I saw through it and wanted to surrender."
Feng Hongluan then told Hongyan what happened when Yuexiang came to see her that afternoon.
After listening, Hong Yan just said: "Why don't you tell me anything? Hong Luan..."
"I just don't want you to worry." Before he could finish speaking, she interrupted him and said, "I didn't expect He Jixiang to be so cruel and ruthless, but He Jixiang can't do this alone.
The person who killed Yuexiang is a master, I think this person must be with He Jixiang."
Hong Yan's eyes hurt. Why did she hide so many things from him? For her, could those secrets really not be told to him?
He felt a little uncomfortable, but then he felt that he was not qualified. She hid many things from him, and he hid even more from her?
At least, he still knew who was her enemy and who was friend in her heart.
Knowing that she doesn't like Dong, doesn't like He Jixiang, doesn't like Ling Che, but loves her father and Liu Xiang deeply.
And what he hid from her is that if she knew one day, she would be completely unbelievable.
But he only wanted her to know that no matter what, his heart for her was as real as what she saw.
No longer caring about this resentment in his heart, he said to Feng Hongluan: "Leave this matter to me. Yuexiang just met you and was killed by He Jixiang's people. Yuexiang must have known about it."
What's the secret? He Jixiang has a vicious mind. Don't get close to her these days, just leave her to me."
He didn't want to see her hands stained with blood again. That night, when she was pregnant with their child, she pierced Mr. Dong's head with a sword. Those cold eyes, that bloodthirsty smile, that stranger
He didn't want to see the face a second time.
Even if she has to kill all the people she hates to be happy, Hong Yan is willing to be her knife.
He had known for a long time that Feng Hongluan's return to Feng Mansion was definitely not just to stay for a few days. Her purpose was He Jixiang.
"Don't worry, no matter what secrets she has, if she wants to harm you, I will not let her go lightly."
In her handsome face, gentleness and coldness coexist. Tenderness is towards her, but coldness is towards He Jixiang.
He didn't know why He Jixiang wanted to kill the Dong family, but he would always believe in Feng Hongluan and believe that those people were definitely the ones to blame.
For example, today, He Jixiang dared to bribe Yuexiang to be placed next to Feng Hongluan, and he even killed her when he knew Yuexiang intended to surrender. If such a woman is not eliminated, she will threaten Hongluan.
If Hong Luan wants to keep her, he will not let her go again.