Xie Lingjiang wore a red dress and walked on the waterside promenade to Yilanxuan.

At regular intervals along the corridor, maids from the Su family would move in pairs and move stools to light the corridor lamps.

If you look down from a high place, in the wealthy mansion shrouded in the dark blue night of the evening, a long row of corridor lights lights up one after another, like a long dragon with its back light.

Along the way, maids from the Su family who were busy lighting lamps greeted her from time to time. Xie Lingjiang nodded softly and smiled elegantly at them, although she didn't say much today.

After the girl's back was gone, the maids of the Su Mansion became more affectionate and fond of this noble daughter of the Xie family who was temporarily living in the mansion. They only thought that it would be a great blessing for any son of the family to marry Miss Xie.

At a certain moment, the corridor was deserted. Xie Lingjiang stopped silently and looked at the sky from the railing.

Her smile gradually faded away, and her pretty face stared blankly at the night sky.

When she was a child, her father once pointed to the eastern sky and told her that the morning star, also called Taibai, is the brightest star in the sky before dawn. It is the light in the darkness, guiding the lost people and bringing hope for progress...

Once upon a time, her father's back was her morning star.

Nowadays, the owner of a skirt knife not far away who always affects her heart is her morning star.

"I always believe that there is such a light... that has always existed." Xie Lingjiang patted the railing gently and murmured with his red lips.

In fact, she didn't want to get married before she met him.

Until I met him...

On the corridor filled with insects, a woman bowed her head shyly and muttered to herself:

"Could it be that my senior brother is just like me before, never marrying for the rest of his life, and devoted himself to the Tao... Isn't this the case... It's not impossible..."

If that is the case.

He really wants to be a fool for the rest of his life.

Just like now, there is nothing wrong with following the elder brother all the time, being the woman closest to him, and his partner in career and life. Isn't this also a lifelong companionship in disguise?

Xie Ling Jiang suddenly smiled.

The entire corridor hung with bright lanterns seemed to be a little brighter.

The lotus steps were light and she turned around quickly.

Taoist couple, Taoist couple, Taoist companions, isn’t this a kind of fraternity?

…

Ouyang Rong did not tell his junior sister about his speculation that there might be a swordsman killer in the Beitian Nursing Home in the morning.

What happened has already happened, and telling her again is just a feeling of guilt and fear on the part of Junior Sister Tu Zeng.

It might even make the junior sister feel that she owes him.

Ouyang Rong chose to remain silent.

Now he watched his junior sister enter the Su Mansion, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he gave Liu Ashan a few words and sent him and Liu Lang to Donglin Temple to investigate.

After arranging these finishing touches, Ouyang Rong returned to Meiluyuan.

In fact, Ouyang Rong had some vague guesses as to why the possible killer in Beitian Nursing Home did not take action this morning.

It may be related to the unknown blessing not long ago. There has been no movement before. Now it seems that it may have come true here, allowing him to escape the disaster.

But what about the specific process?

Ouyang Rong was not a person who was accustomed to being muddle-headed and willing to give up, so he sent Liulang and the others to continue the follow-up investigation.

However, his top priority right now is the county-wide public trial tomorrow.

Ouyang Rong frowned all the way back to Meiluyuan, fetched a bucket of well water in the yard, washed his face briefly, and prepared to go back to the house to rest.

Suddenly, the aroma of rice filled my nose.

Ouyang Rong stopped, turned around, and walked into the dining hall next to him.

"master!"

Ah Qing, together with several old ladies who had stayed in Meiluyuan, were serving food to the table. When the former saw Ouyang Rong walking in, his eyes lit up and he called out.

After Zhen and Weila left, Ah Qing and her brother and mother stayed in Meiluyuan these days. Ouyang Rong was busy with her in his daily life at home these two days.

It's just that Ouyang Rong, who was self-reliant, did not let the little girl have to do some of the work that Wei Lai had done as a personal maid.

At the dining table, Ah Qing put down a bowl of Ouyang Rong's favorite spicy soup, wiped his hot reddish fingers on both sides of the apron around his waist, and said happily:

"I just wanted to call you to dinner, but the master came."

Ouyang Rong smiled at her, poked his head forward, and saw that although the number on the table was small but rich, they were all his favorite dishes.

He quickly pulled out his stool and sat down, rubbed his chopsticks with his hands, and started working immediately.

It seemed that he had been injected with chicken blood, and there was no sign of the slumped shoulders and tiredness that had just come home after a long day outside.

Sure enough, working is the real business, and it can stimulate the unlimited potential of those who work.

Ah Qing smiled slightly and handed over a bowl of white rice.

The tip of Ouyang Rong's nose was itchy from the steaming heat of the white rice. He scratched it with his index finger, took a bite, and muttered:

"Thank you for your hard work, Qing."

"It's not hard."

Ah Qing shook his head:

"The hard work is also the work of the cook in the back kitchen. She cooks all the dishes. She originally asked for leave to go home today, but just in the evening she hurriedly returned to cook for the master..."

Ouyang Rong was picking up vegetables and grilling rice, and he nodded and said casually:

"It's really hard work. Ah Qing will take care of me. I won't be mistreated with monthly money or anything else... I'm usually busy. If the cook or other Meiluyuan maids have any difficulties, they can go to Ah Shan."

Ouyang Rong had a good impression of the cook who cooked from Yunshui Pavilion. After Zhen and Wei Lai left, this was the only thing that gave him a taste of home in the empty Meilu Garden.

In response to the instructions from the young county magistrate who took time out to eat while busy, Ah Qing nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

She actually had a good impression of the pitiful and frail little cook in the kitchen. The master was busy and couldn't take care of the chores in Meiluyuan, so she naturally helped him as much as she could.

"By the way, what's her name?"

Putting down the empty bowl, Ouyang Rong asked casually before leaving with a full stomach.

Ah Qing was stunned and replied: "Everyone calls her Xiu Niang."

"Xiu Niang? Which show?"

Ah Qing thought: "It should be embroidery;."

"Embroidery lady?"

Ouyang Rong nodded.

In this era, many women are called so-and-so mother.

Some are calculated based on family rank, and some are calculated based on a certain character in the nickname.

The name cook is quite common.

…

Five hours ago.

Bei Tian Alms Home.

The back of a certain young county magistrate just disappeared at the door.

The morning sun fell on the old, weak, sick and disabled patients who were moving freely on the lawn of the inner courtyard.

Until the moonlight bloomed, even covering up the sunlight during the day.

This is like a scene where the bright moon suddenly appears.

First it lasted just a moment.

Half interest, or less.

Then after a pause, it appeared twice more in succession, each time lasting less than a breath.

After the last moonlight shined throughout the hospital.

The moonlight completely disappeared without a trace.

It was as if he had never appeared before, leaving only the patients in the inner courtyard, except for the blind, who were looking around blankly.

A deserted corner in the inner courtyard.

There was a station with two figures, one kneeling.

The atmosphere was surprisingly quiet.

Only not far away, the sound of a pair of childhood sweethearts playing a horse riding game could be heard faintly.

If you look carefully, you can find that the thin bamboo pole used as a bamboo horse has returned to the hands of the little boy with missing arms and the little deaf-mute girl.

The two children continued to play happily, but what they didn't notice was that the bamboo horse was a little short.

It seemed to have been cut off by something sharp, the fracture was slanted, like a sharp spear, and the sharp edge was faintly stained with blood.

In a corner of the inner courtyard where no one visits.

There was a rather strange scene happening.

Standing in the sun was a slender mute woman with a blue ribbon covering her eyes.

She borrowed the bamboo horse and returned it as promised within ten breaths. She was raising her hand to slowly untie the blue ribbon that blindfolded her.

Opposite the slender mute woman, in the dark shadow blocked by the trees, knelt a one-armed young man.

The one-armed young man propped himself on the ground with one hand, seemingly looking down at something.

The right sleeve is completely broken.

The only remaining limb of the disabled right arm, which looked like a dead tree, was completely broken.

The stumps lay bloody on the ground in front of him.
To be continued...