The man in the black cloak was so panicked that he didn't care about attacking Li Haitang, so he dodged behind the secret door and spied into the hall through a gap.The old deacon, who was carrying the incense basket, slowly walked out of the arch that connected the front and back halls, and he walked to the couch with the incense basket unhurriedly, put an old handkerchief beside the porcelain pillow, and then left silently.When he was young, Zhuge Yi, Li Junshen, and Mo Shenghuan came in a hurry.Seeing that the little girl on the couch was still in a coma, the three of them separated and inspected all corners of the hall to make sure that there was no abnormality before returning to the couch.Zhuge Yi frowned slightly, stepped forward, and picked up the old handkerchief next to the porcelain pillow.This veil is very familiar, as if it had been seen somewhere.Li Junshen leaned over to take a look, and said indifferently: "What's so strange about an old handkerchief used by a woman."
Up to the ladies and girls of the provinces, down to the old ladies and little maids, who doesn't have a few handkerchiefs?
”Zhuge Yi was reborn in doubt, and compared the silk handkerchief pressed under the porcelain pillow.Compared with the silk handkerchief commonly used by Li Haitang, this old handkerchief is not comparable to the cloth and pattern embroidery.Mo Shenghuan, who had been silent, walked over, grabbed the old handkerchief and looked at it carefully, and said uncertainly: "The pattern of this handkerchief should be from Li's Nanfu." ”"Oh?
How can you tell?
”Li Junshen's face was gloomy.The reputation of the Li clan was at stake, and he had to take it seriously.Mo Shenghuan handed the old handkerchief to Li Junshen, pointed to the pattern on it and said, "This is a daylily flower, which used to be the favorite flower and plant of the old lady of Nanfu."
I heard that the old lady once planted a gardener all over the yard, and the flowers bloomed in all seasons. ”Li Junshen looked carefully, and sure enough, it was a daylily pattern.When he looked up and saw Zhuge Yi's face dark, he hurriedly explained."
After the death of the old lady of Nanfu, Mrs.
Li Yan instructed the old sisters-in-law who guarded the old yard to plant new daylily flowers every year, and the things used by the old sisters-in-law in the old yard also had daylily flower decorations.But I secretly investigated, and the old sister-in-law who was sent to the Xiqiao Pavilion did not have the descendants of the old courtyard of Nanfu. ”Mo Shenghuan nodded and ordered: "Yes, yes, the old veil may have been deliberately put here by the poisoner, in order to cause us to be hostile to Mrs.
Li Yan."
Sandpiper and clam compete for fishermen and profits, we can't be stupid to be taken advantage of. ”Zhuge Yi silently took back the old handkerchief, and his fingertips inadvertently twisted the corner of the handkerchief, and found that there was something hard hidden in the middle of the stitches on the edge of the corner of the handkerchief.Quietly putting away the old veil, he turned around and squatted on the edge of the couch, his slightly cool hand carefully touching his little white and transparent face.In just a few days, he was tormented by the toxin, his eye sockets were deep, the shadows under his eyelashes became deeper and deeper, and his sickly face made him heartbroken.Li Junshen and Mo Shenghuan stood in the outer room, and when Yang Yanxi led the two old women to carry the Changchun stool in, they led them to the inner room to carry the begonia to the Changchun stool together.A thick quilt was spread on the Changchun bench to make the begonias lie more comfortably.Even though she didn't feel anything, she still selfishly hoped that she would suddenly cry out in pain.The two old women cautiously lifted the stool, and walked steadily all the way from Yansheng Hall to the Pavilion.Sister-in-law Yang held an umbrella to cover the fluttering small snowflakes, reminding the old women that they were slowing down, tilting, and straightening.At that time, as the daughter of Feng Xian, she fasted and served her ancestors in the ancestral hall for ten days, and blessed the clansmen of the eight major families.But Li Haitang, she walked in proudly on the first day of the Lunar New Year, but was carried out on the tenth day of the Lunar New Year.Back in the Pavilion, Yang and Li discussed how to divide labor.Grandma Yang devoted herself to serving Begonia, Grandma Li managed the affairs of the Cabinet and other affairs, and Grandma Li even packed the ticket to discuss with Chef Liu in the back kitchen, and Chef Liu personally cooked the soup to avoid the danger of being exploited.After discussing, the two of them got busy with their own work.Sister-in-law Yang put all her mind on Begonia, and Sister-in-law Li went to the yard to recruit the old woman and the maids to receive their respective errands.The masters of the various prefectures who originally wanted to take the opportunity to install eyeliner received the first time that the Xiqiao Pavilion was closed, refusing to meet anyone, refusing to accept any gifts or people, and so on.The whole pavilion seems to have become an empty courtyard, and the people living in it are silent, cautious, and perform their duties, no one dares to go to the second floor to disturb the quiet, and no one dares to set foot in the back kitchen.The stakes are so important that Chef Liu didn't dare to take it lightly, and every bowl of tonic soup was personally sent to the front yard and handed over to Grandma Li, and she tried it herself before letting Grandma Li go to the second floor.Such unhurried and step-by-step actions made the eight patriarchs have mixed feelings.The good thing is that Li Haitang trained her subordinates at a young age to be very well-behaved, and the worry is that she is smart and capable, and I am afraid that it is not easy to control.In the bedroom on the second floor of the Pavilion, the chestnut begonia, which had not eaten for a long time, was poisoned into the viscera, and even if it was hung with a century-old ginseng soup, it could only last for five days.Yang Changchang melted the flower poison antidote given to her by Zhuge Yi every two hours and fed it to Begonia, dissolving the flower poison in her body little by little.Since the balance of fighting poison with poison has been broken, it is at least less painful for her to suffer first.After feeding the ginseng soup, take a silk handkerchief soaked in hot water to clean the face of the begonia, Yang Yan's hand strength is very light, for fear of scratching the white skin like cicada wings.As the saying goes: Misfortune and blessing are relied upon, and blessing and misfortune are lurking.After this catastrophe, I don't know what will become of Li Begonia.Yang Yan's mind flashed in a trance, and when she turned around, she saw that the back window was open, and a white figure with teeth just jumped in easily."
Master."
He got up and saluted, and went to the small bathing room connected to the bedroom with a copper basin to wash the silk handkerchief stained with poisonous blood.Zhuge Yi sat down on the edge of the bed, silently staring at the unconscious begonia, his hand inadvertently touched the old handkerchief in his sleeve pocket, and suddenly remembered that the corner of the old handkerchief contained a secret.He took out the old handkerchief and groped for the four corners, and soon found a small hard texture in a very imperceptible corner, and the shape seemed to be a rolled up strip of paper, and the needle and thread legs were flexibly attached to the edge of the silk.Use a silver needle to cut the thread of the seam, open the small opening at the seam, and roll the paper into a stick-like strip to reveal the pointed end.Confirm that the silver needle that picks the thread does not turn black, indicating that the paper has not been soaked in poison.Zhuge Yi took out the note, slowly unfolded it, and by the faint candlelight on the small table, the words as small as ants on the paper came into view.Twice in four days, one red and one brown, the person who came wore a black cloak and was shameless.Placing the note on the candle flame and burning the embers, Zhuge Yi wondered who the person who would deliver the letter would be, and what his purpose was in doing so.Take refuge in Wuxinyuan?
Or take refuge in Li Junshen or Mo Shenghuan?
At least he could be sure that this person was by no means sympathetic to Li Haitang.One red and one brown.A poison, an antidote.What kind of poison is the solution?
Could it be that in addition to the nameless poison that was originally inflicted on Begonia's body, and the flower poison he used to fight poison with poison, there is a third poison?
Zhuge Yi was puzzled, his slightly cool fingers pressed on Haitang's wrist, and the pulsation under his fingertips was weak, and he needed to hold his breath to explore.This note is so weird.What is the relationship between the person who put the old handkerchief under the porcelain pillow and the Lishi Nanfu?
It is difficult to discern whose handwriting is based on the font, and this clue is simply impossible to trace.Zhuge Yi was irritable for no reason, the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he became, and he always felt that the disaster of Li Haitang's poisoning was not revenge, what was the purpose of the person who manipulated it behind it?"
Sister-in-law Yang."
summoned Yang Yan, who was hiding in the small bathing room, and told her not to slack off guard the begonia, and if she woke up, she would send someone to tell her immediately.Yang Changyan respectfully obeyed orders.Zhuge Yi quietly left through the back window.() Glory to the end