Gu Fenglin was still beside her, sleeping soundly.
She kissed him, put on her clothes and got out of bed. After washing and dressing up, she quietly left the yard and walked towards the place where Mrs. Jing lived in her early years.
It was still early, the house was very quiet, the flowers, plants and trees were shrouded in a light mist, and the oriole in the cage made a clear and melodious cry.
Xuan Jin squatted on the goose-neck stool, licking his paws and washing his face. He also looked at the oriole in the cage, thinking about how to get it down and eat it.
Mu Yunhan walked over, patted its head gently, and said, "It's a bad idea again, don't allow it."
Xuan Jin looked at her helplessly, said "meow~", jumped off the stool and rubbed her legs vigorously.
Mu Yunhan picked it up and continued walking forward: "We have to live here for a while and don't cause trouble, otherwise it will be very annoying."
Xuan Jin said "Snoring, snoring" with half-closed eyes, not sure whether he heard it or not.
"It's so heavy. You've gained weight again." Mu Yunhan disliked it very much, but did not throw it away.
Mrs. Jing lives in a courtyard to the east of the garden.
The courtyard is not small, the gate is closed, and the walls are very mottled, as if no one has lived there for a long time.
Xiaomi stepped forward, gently opened the copper lock, opened the door, and asked Mu Yunhan to go in.
There is a pomegranate tree planted in the patio, with lush branches and leaves, full of pomegranates.
There are wildly growing wild grasses everywhere, and several beautiful rock bonsais are buried among them.
A honeysuckle climbed along the eaves and wrapped around the entire eaves and window sills. It was in the flowering season, the gold and silver were bright, the eyes were full of green, and the fragrance was fragrant.
The lock on the front door was already embroidered, and Xiaomi could only open it by twisting it completely.
The air of dust rushed towards me.
Several chairs were crooked on the ground, there was a bottle of dead lotus on the table, and a huge spider hung in the air with a ferocious look.
Xuan Jin suddenly jumped out of Mu Yunhan's arms, rushed under the spider, looked up at it, eager to try.
Mu Yunhan stopped caring about it and walked inside.
There are not many traces of Mrs. Jing's life left.
There is a lot of old furniture left, but the cloth curtains, beddings, clothing and other furnishings are all gone.
Nothing was left on the book shelf, not even half a piece of paper was left on the desk.
A dressing table was pushed to the ground, and it was empty.
Mu Yunhan squatted down and dug for a long time, and took out an unopened box of rouge.
When I opened the box, the rouge inside had already dried.
There are no clues, no clue about Mrs. Jing's preferences.
Mu Yunhan couldn't help but sigh deeply.
She wanted to know what kind of woman Mrs. Jing was and how likely it was that she was Gu Fenglin's biological mother.
But when I stood here, I realized that I really had nowhere to start.
"Who?" Da Mi shouted in a deep voice.
A figure appeared at the door.
Gu Yilan was wearing a sky blue toga with long sleeves to catch the wind: "When I saw the courtyard door open from afar, I thought it was Ah Lin, but I didn't expect it was you."
Mu Yunhan frowned, ignored him, and left quickly.
"I have someone here who may be what you want."
Gu Yilan gave a gentle high-five, and an old servant woman walked out shakily: "Greetings to the priest's wife, I used to serve Mrs. Jing."
Mu Yunhan couldn't help but stop and look at the servant girl.
The servant woman said: "The old slave was just a night incense seller in his early years. He was transferred away a month before the accident. He survived by luck."