The letter was signed: Four sons in person.
This is the handwriting of the third aunt Shen Rou, and Chongmen Huan naturally recognizes it.
Shen Rou often said that she was born in a small family, and her father was a small businessman, so she was not treated well when she arrived in Chongmen's Mansion, and felt that she was born in a businessman and was a child.
She also never argues, and accepts all embarrassments and harsh reproaches with a good temper.
Only Chongmen Huan knows that in fact, Shen Rou is a very talented person, who writes well, and her attainments in music and rhythm are also extremely high.
It doesn't look like it's coming out of a small family at all.
It seems that the family is a young lady, and I don't know how much stronger it is than the young ladies in this heavy mansion who only know how to compete for beauty.
It's just that Shen Rou is not obvious, and the people around her know that she is true and talented.
Therefore, the heavy family huan she taught is naturally not bad, but she died early because of her poor face, which made her replace her identity.
"Niangniang, what are you thinking, look at what is written in the letter!"
Ziyi didn't know why Chongmenhuan lost her mind, and reminded her softly.
The memory was interrupted, and Chongmen Huan was pulled out of his sadness.
If Shen Rou knew that this Chongmenhuan was no longer her daughter, how sad should she be?
She didn't dare to continue thinking about it, so she quickly opened the envelope and pulled out a note from it that had been cut extremely finely, on which she was delicate and delicate.
There was only one line on it, and her gaze swept over, and before she could take a closer look, she suddenly heard the sound of rain trampling outside the courtyard.
She quickly raised her head, crumpled the paper in her hand, took the lampshade, lit the lamp, and turned the paper into a flame.
Just as the pieces of paper were burning to the ground, the door was pushed open.
The cold wind brought in the slightest rain, and hit the heavy door Huan, and when the wind became stronger, the fire became stronger, and she raised her hand, and the paper was all turned to ashes.
Ziyi had already reacted quickly, pulled out the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and hid behind the door.
Just wait for someone to come in, and you will slash him to death.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, running, sounding very flustered, as if someone was chasing him, and the sound of the water splashing.
In the stormy night, it is still clear.
Chongmen Huan looked at the purple clothes, lowered his voice and said, "It's a woman!"
” As soon as her voice fell, the door was pushed open, and at that moment, the purple clothes quickly appeared, and when the woman stepped in, he put his hand around her neck from behind, and the dagger was against her snow-white neck.
The woman let out a frightened cry: "Ah!
” The tail note disappeared quickly, Chongmen Huan had already covered her mouth tightly, and under the flickering light, Chongmen Huan could see the woman's frightened eyes and slightly messy hair.
"How are you?"
Chongmen Huan saw the face of the visitor clearly, and removed his hand from her mouth.
The person who came was the personal girl waiting beside the third aunt, called Wenxuan.
Wen Xuan's hair was messy, her clothes were a little untidy, she was drenched in the rain, her face was pale, and she looked very embarrassed, as soon as she saw Chongmenhuan, she grabbed Chongmenhuan's hand and cried and said: "Fourth Miss, you hurry up, Master Hou sent people to keep an eye on Lanxin Courtyard day and night, and also sent people to find things in our Lanxin Courtyard a few times, he must have known that you have found something and will not let you leave." ”