After finishing the meal, the servant came to collect the bowls, and Murong Qingzhen was quietly making Kung Fu tea beside him.
Jiang Zimo took out the "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" that he had brought back from the study room this morning from his bag, and stared at the yellow and fluffy cover thoughtfully.
Later, Murong Qingzhen received a call. It sounded like it was his mother.
Jiang Zimo asked: "Is there something going on at home?"
Murong Qingzhen nodded, frowned and said: "My mother asked me to go back and persuade my father to come out for something to eat. He has locked himself in the study for several days. He can't get enough water and rice. He won't listen to anyone's advice.
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Jiang Zimo sighed silently in her heart, thinking that she would be confused now that she had come to confess, so why did she go there earlier? However, she naturally did not say this, and just nodded and said: "Then you go back first, and call me if you have anything to do.
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Murong Qingzhen took the suit jacket handed over by the servant, and Jiang Zimo stood up and put it on for him. When her fingertips touched the buttons on his suit, he gently hugged her into his arms.
"Azi, don't worry, I have everything under my control."
She nodded, but there was some worry in the corner of her eyes. In fact, she was still worried about what Murong Yuanhong would do to her because of Yao Yuhan's death.
Seeing her frown, he added: "Don't worry, I know that although my father is a bit grumpy, he probably won't be angry with you because of my aunt's death. After all, you are pregnant with my child now."
. Even if he doesn’t do it for my sake, he will do it for his grandson’s sake. I don’t think he will do anything random.”
Jiang Zimo nodded, but a thought subconsciously crossed his mind - if, if he knew that this child was not...
He didn't dare to think any more, for fear that the person in front of him would see through his thoughts. Jiang Zimo sent Murong Qingzhen away with a perfunctory smile, turned around and fell down on the soft sofa, thinking about a bunch of random things in his mind.
things.
The servant handed her a cup of red date and eight-treasure tea that Murong Qingzhen had specially brewed before: "Miss, please drink tea."
Jiang Zimo reached out to take it in a daze. Unexpectedly, he accidentally spilled the whole cup of tea onto the ancient book.
The servant was also panicked, fearing that she had been burned, and quickly went to find a rag to wipe it with. Jiang Zimo quickly stood up, holding the book in one hand, and when he saw a large pool of tea stains on the sofa, he thought
Take the book upstairs to your room to dry it.
However, she thought that the hair dryer was not good for the baby, so she hesitated. At this moment, she accidentally opened the book, but unexpectedly found that on the papers originally printed in black italics, another word appeared faintly.
Plant purple handwriting!
Jiang Zimo's heart trembled, and he quickly took the book to the room upstairs, turned on the light, and looked at the light carefully.
Sure enough, there is another mystery in this book!
She carefully tore open the layer of wet paper with her fingers, revealing the yellow and somewhat shiny paper inside. Upon closer touch, it turned out to be a piece of finely crafted and ultra-thin kraft paper!
I don’t know what kind of process was used, but the writing that turns purple when exposed to heat is just quietly wrapped by the outer layer of paper. If it weren’t for the hot water, it would not be visible from the outside.
The pages of this book even have an interior insert!
Jiang Zimo looked at the page in astonishment. All the text messages recorded on it were half white and half classical Chinese. She thought about it, then decisively picked up the phone and called Ying Bailu.
The answer Ying Bailu gave her made Jiang Zimo's heart sink into a bottomless valley.