Unconsciously, the sky gradually darkened, covering the sun above our heads.
It seems like a rain is coming.
"Brother, go to the Taoist temple and get a board. First move the body to the Taoist temple, and then get some tarpaulin. Don't let the rain wet the surrounding footprints before the monk comes."
Not far from the body, there were traces of a struggle on the ground and a few shallow footprints. These were all evidence that the Yamen could obtain. Since they saw it, they had to do everything possible to protect it.
Xu Qing'an had already run very fast, but he still didn't expect the heavy rain to come so quickly. Before he could put the body on the board, the raindrops started falling.
The people in the Taoist temple have not yet questioned you, so naturally you cannot let them come to help. If someone "accidentally" damages the evidence, it will be too late to regret it.
"Sister, we can deliver the body. Forget about the footprints! You go to the Taoist temple to take shelter first. The rain is too heavy and I'm afraid... it won't be small."
A few pieces of oilcloth were able to cover Xu Qinghuan, but the rain still blew in with the wind and wet Xu Qinghuan's dress.
"Brother will take someone to send the body over first, be careful, the work will be inspected." It was obvious that he refused Xu Qing'an's proposal.
Xu Qing'an couldn't resist his sister, so he just ordered someone to wrap the body in oilcloth before carrying it away.
Qing Huan asked Feng Chu to spread an oilcloth together and cover the footprints.
There are two pieces of oilcloth in hand, one can be used to cover the rain with Feng Chu, the other...
Xu Qinghuan looked at Song Chengxuan who was standing under the tree, picked up an oilcloth and walked over.
"Mr. Song, it looks like it's going to rain for a while. You should also cover yourself up!"
She raised her head to look at him, and the rainwater slid down her temples. Her eyes seemed to be wetted by the rainwater, like a bright moon at the bottom of a lake, which was blown by the wind and rippled on the bottom of the lake.
Xu Qinghuan raised her head and looked over. Song Chengxuan didn't take the oilcloth from her hand for a long time. He just stood like that, his eyes were deep and he didn't know what he was thinking about. They had looked at each other like this before in this life, but every time she
I can't guess what he's thinking.
They were rivals in the previous life, but after starting over in this life, they did not expect that their relationship would change. Although they were still wary of each other, they also joined forces to investigate the case. Life is really wonderful. Even if she lives it over again, she will still be there.
I don't know when something will happen, just like this heavy rain.
Rain dripped down his face, and his eyes flickered slightly, with a dangerous and evil brilliance. Just like at the palace banquet in the previous life, they faced each other across a screen, and his eyes seemed to be the same...
Finally he stretched out his hand, and she immediately let go of it, but she didn't expect that he hadn't gotten the oilcloth at all. She saw the oilcloth slipping instantly. In surprise, she hurriedly went to catch it, but the oilcloth was caught in her hand again, but she was not careful.
Touched his slender fingers.
The fingers were not as cold as she imagined, and even in such weather, they were somewhat warm.
The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, as if he was laughing at her panic. She was just careless for a moment, but he didn't waste the opportunity to ridicule her.
Song Chengxuan spread the oilcloth, strode to her covered footprints, took out the short blade from his waist and dug a gully in the ground to prevent rainwater from soaking up.
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but wonder that she had forgotten this. If the footprints were submerged in water, what would be the use of covering them up.
After Xu Qing'an returned from delivering the body, he protected Xu Qinghuan and Feng Chu and walked towards the Taoist temple.
The road was already difficult to walk, but now it was extremely slippery due to the rain. Xu Qingan was afraid that his sister would accidentally fall, so he followed nervously to protect her.
Climbing up against the wind, the rain hit her cheeks sorely, which reminded Qing Huan of the weather in northern Xinjiang. The wind blew on her face like a knife. At first, she was not used to it, but gradually she became accustomed to it.
It’s unusual.
Now this body has not been exposed to a lot of wind and rain, so she can't help but shiver. She was about to grit her teeth and speed up her pace, but for some reason, the wind in front of her suddenly became much weaker. She raised her head and saw Song Chengxuan's tall figure.
The figure stood in front of her intentionally or unintentionally.
Xu Qinghuan couldn't help but be startled, and wanted to say something, but it was not suitable to stay in the wind and rain, so he had to walk to the Taoist temple in one breath.
When they arrived at a safe place, Xu Qinghuan was about to step forward to thank Song Chengxuan, but Song Chengxuan did not stop and walked away quickly, as if he was not taking care of her intentionally.
Maybe she was overthinking it.
Xu Qinghuan turned around and looked at the heavy rain outside with worry.
Xu Qing'an said: "Don't worry, sister, Meng Lingyun will take people to look at those footprints. Nothing will happen."
"I'm worried about Uncle Lei. He hasn't come back after such a long time."
The Taoist temple took out clean cloths and asked everyone to wipe them.
Feng Chu whispered: "What's the matter? We didn't bring clean clothes."
"Is this Sister Xu?" A pleasant voice sounded.
Xu Qinghuan looked over and saw a girl of fourteen or fifteen years old walking forward with a lady in her arms. Xu Qinghuan recognized them at a glance. These two were the female relatives of Hong Chuanting, the Minister of the Ministry of War.
"Madam, Sister Hong." Xu Qinghuan stepped forward to greet her.
Hong Guixia is the only daughter of Mr. and Mrs. Hong Chuanting. After Mrs. Hong gave birth to her daughter, she suffered from colds and her health has been poor. Since then, she has not added another son and a half to the Hong family. Mrs. Hong is afraid that the Hong family will lose the inheritance of incense, so she urges
Hong Chuanting took a concubine, but it happened that Hong Chuanting and his wife had a very deep relationship and would never let anyone else in the house. Mrs. Hong couldn't resist it, so she had to work hard on her daughter-in-law. She not only went around looking for medicine herself, but she would definitely send her child to go to Buddhism on the 15th day of the lunar month.
, burn incense at Taoist temples and pray for blessings.
Unexpectedly, by such a coincidence today, Mrs. Hong came to offer incense.
Hong Guixia stepped forward and whispered: "We didn't bring any extra clothes, but my mother and I can spare a pair of clothes for you to change into. As long as you don't mind it, just make do with it for a while while others dry your clothes."
Put it on before you put it on, otherwise you will definitely get sick."
"Yes," Mrs. Hong said, "Listen to Sister Xia, you can't be careless at all."
Xu Qinghuan said hurriedly: "I am grateful for the kindness of my wife and sister, and there is no way I can dislike it."
"Then let's go quickly." Hong Guixia grabbed Xu Qinghuan.
The clothes were quickly changed, Xu Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief, and the coldness on his body was finally dissipated. Hong Guixia also wanted the maids around her to dress Feng Chuyun, but the maids of the Hong family were all thin, and the two plus
He looked no better than Feng Chu, so Feng Chu simply asked for a new set of Taoist robes to wear, and then tried to imitate Zhang Zhenren's appearance, showing a somewhat unpredictable smile, but at this moment, her stomach made an unsatisfactory sound.
Hong Guixia pursed her lips and smiled: "We brought vegetarian cakes. You guys can eat them to make up for your pain. We have to wait until the rain stops before we can go down the mountain."
Mrs. Hong shook her head: "I don't know when the people from the government will arrive. If I had known that something like this would happen, I wouldn't have come to offer incense today."
Xu Qinghuan said: "This Taoist temple is very small. How did Madam think of coming here?"
Mrs. Hong took a sip of tea and said, "I heard that this Taoist temple just invited Empress Houtu, so I wanted to come and pay my respects."
"Mom didn't have to be secretive, she just said it directly. Qing Huan must have heard about our family's affairs," Hong Guixia called Qing Huan by her name when she saw that there was no one else around. "My grandmother made a wish that as long as there is a place in Beijing where thick soil can be placed,
Our family will come to worship the Queen Mother’s statue or tablet, so whenever there is a Taoist temple in Beijing that invites Queen Houtu, a post will be sent to our home.”
Empress Houtu is the mother of the earth, responsible for the pregnancy and transformation of yin and yang. Naturally, Mrs. Hong came here to ask for a child.
Mrs. Hong sighed: "This Taoist temple is very small, and there are not many immortal kings. The owner of the temple has a good relationship and built two other halls to worship Empress Houtu and Empress Xuannv. She probably hopes that the Taoist temple will have more incense.
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Xu Qinghuan was startled: "Madam, you said that Empress Xuannv was only enshrined in Taoist temples?"
Mrs. Hong nodded and said: "I didn't expect that before Empress Xuannv's golden body was finished, someone almost died in the palace. I'm afraid no one will come to deliver incense in the future. Fortunately, people outside don't know that Xuannv was worshiped here."
Madam, the Taoist temple only needs to build a new main hall and invite an immortal king."
Empress Xuannv is the goddess who eliminates violence and brings peace to the people, so it is understandable that Mrs. Sun Er came to pay homage to Empress Xuannv.
But how did Mrs. Sun know that there was Empress Xuannv here? Did the viewer also send a message to Mrs. Sun?
Thinking of this, Xu Qinghuan walked out of the door quickly. While there was still chaos outside, she wanted to ask Mrs. Sun Er.
As soon as I walked out of the house, I heard someone say from outside: "Here he comes, he comes."
Xu Qinghuan followed the sound and looked over. Huang Qinghe was soaked and standing there panting. Xu Qinghuan subconsciously turned his head to look at Hong Guixia.
Unexpectedly, Huang Qinghe and Hong Guixia would meet here.
