Yong'an had fallen behind in too much homework, so since he returned to Beijing, he has been rushing to memorize papers with a frown on his face every day. In recent days, he has also been busy reading and writing every day.
That night, I finally found some time to show my parents how much paper money I had burned, so I simply didn’t go back to the house and continued reading. I took Gorou’er to the small garden and walked around twice.
When he returned to Dianjiang Pavilion and entered the courtyard, he saw the sound of people talking and laughing. His nose twitched, and then his eyes lit up and he said: "Are there peaches? Hey! Just take advantage of me to go out for a walk and eat something delicious!"
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Hua Xiaogu was peeling the skin of a peach, then brought the soft and fragrant peach meat to her mouth, opened her mouth and bit into it. When she heard the sound, she narrowed her eyes and knew that the foodie Yong'an was back without looking back.
Yong'an trotted back with Gourou'er in hand. He saw that the stone table in the yard was filled with snacks, fruits, and iced sour plum soup. His mouth immediately watered: "Today is the Ghost Festival. It's okay if you don't worship the ghosts and gods. Instead, give tributes."
Are you enjoying it by yourself? It's really grand! Come on, come on, I'll have one with you too..."
As he spoke, he grabbed a peach, put it under his nose and smelled it, with an exaggerated look of intoxication on his face, which made Baitao cover his mouth and laugh.
"I just know how to eat it!" Hua Xiaogu swallowed the peach meat: "We have done a big event today, do you know?"
Yong'an has been focusing on reading the books of sages recently. How could he know about Hua Xiaogu's plan? While chewing the peach, he stared and asked: "Have you done something big? What big thing?"
Hua Xiaogu finished eating the peach, took the wet handkerchief handed over by Baitao and wiped his hands, then pointed to the account books in the oil paper bag on one side: "Here, these... are all evidence of Yu Dingshan's crime. Let's get up early tomorrow morning
You can go to Dingshan to complain!"
Yongan glanced there twice, and then asked in surprise: "Where did it come from?"
"Yu Dingshan gave it to me by himself." Hua Xiaogu looked proud, wishing that his nostrils would turn to the sky. He had an expression on his face like "I am the smartest woman in the world, come and praise me."
Yongan gnawed off the peach in a few mouthfuls, then casually wiped his hands on his pants, trying to grab the account book. With quick eyes and quick hands, Hua Xiaogu swiped his hand away, and then pulled away Yongan's sticky and dirty claws.
Yong'an also knew that Hua Xiaogu thought his hands were unclean, so he retracted his hand angrily: "How did you get here? Tell me clearly. Are you trying to kill me?"
Hua Xiaogu chuckled and pointed to the small stool beside her. Yongan sat down happily, and then she began to explain everything.
The so-called devil comes from the heart. Many people in the world who are frightened to death by the so-called "ghosts" are actually just backlashed by their own "evil". As long as they do something bad, no matter how evil they are, they will always be in their hearts.
Leave a mark.
In the beginning, human beings are inherently good, and no one is born with a tendency to do evil things.
Yu Dingshan has done too many evil things. Although he has become numb now, Hua Xiaogu believes that there must be a corner of his heart that remains uneasy.
As long as there is uneasiness in Dingshan, they will have an opportunity to take advantage of it.
Hua Xiaogu started planning this matter more than half a month ago. The Yu family is powerful and has wide connections in the capital. Through Mrs. Tian, she secretly promoted a fragrance to the female relatives in the capital.
Hua Xiaogu really didn't understand when it came to blending fragrances, but there was one person who gave her great inspiration - He Xiangniang.
Mrs. Tian secretly promoted this incense, and her natural target was her sister, Tian Lanqing's aunt.
