Chapter 40: Recalling the past, Shaobai feels sorry for Song Ci
Qin Shaobai did not expect that Xiaolan was still sitting in the yard. There was a copper mortar and pestle in front of her. She was lowering her head and pounding medicine there. From time to time, she would reach out her hand to wipe the sweat from her face.
Qin Shaobai was moved in his heart. When Princess Chaoyang gave Xiaolan to him, he didn't have much affection for this woman. He even conspired to believe that Xiaolan was a spy placed by Princess Chaoyang beside her.
Of course, he gave up this idea early because he thought about himself from head to toe and didn't think there was anything in him that Princess Chaoyang wanted to ambush.
Now, seeing that the girl who played tricks on him and smiled like a flower had already turned into a housewife, worrying only about daily food, rice, oil and salt, he naturally felt a lot of guilt in his heart.
"Brother Qin, you are back." Xiaolan raised her head, and a smile immediately appeared on her face, "The two children have insisted on holding a celebration banquet for you at home. They have been waiting for you for a long time, and I just
Rushed to bed."
Speaking of the celebration banquet, Qin Shaobai felt that he was a little hungry.
Rushing back from the mountain, he interrogated Wang Er's family at night and agreed to fill his stomach with noodles. Song Ci went to drag him to Yizhuang. After finally examining Wang Er's body, he was left with Uncle Zhang's words.
Went down to check the bodies of three children.
As a result, Song Ci went crazy and went to Wangxiang Tower to get drunk, completely forgetting that his follower was so hungry that his chest was touching his back.
"Brother Qin, have you not had dinner yet?"
Qin Shaobai rubbed his belly and said sheepishly: "Xiaolan, I have some leftover rice at home. I want to make a bowl of golden rice. (It's the current egg fried rice.) My stomach seems to be growling."
Xiaolan stood up quickly: "Brother Qin, I have prepared it for you a long time ago. You are too tired these days. Look at the corner of your mouth. I simmered some porridge to make it hot. I will serve it to you now.
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After a while, Xiaolan brought a bowl of chrysanthemum porridge. The aroma of chrysanthemums suddenly made Qin Shaobai's eyesight clear.
After a bowl of porridge, Qin Shaobai felt that he had strength again, so he asked the two girls if they were disappointed or had any temper.
"They are all very well-behaved today, especially Yue'er. She actually knows a lot of herbal medicines and helped me a lot."
Speaking of Zhao Yue'er, Qin Shaobai thought of those three children again.
"Master Song dissected the bodies of the three children today."
Xiaolan said oh and continued to mix her medicine.
"You must have never thought that those three children also have the same scars on their backs as Yue'er's mother."
Xiaolan did not raise her head, but Qin Shaobai clearly saw her delicate shoulders shaking slightly.
"Don't you think it's strange?"
Xiaolan stood up, cleaned up everything around her, then moved a stool out of the room and sat across from Qin Shaobai.
"It's so late. Is there a moon tonight? Why are you bringing a stool out?"
"I thought about it, and I should tell you something. Although the master has told me, now that I have walked out of Yuanlou, I am no longer a child of the world, and I should not bother with those things in the world."
"Yes, your master is very right. I don't want you to bother with any political affairs anymore. You just need to stay at home and take care of your two children."
Xiaolan smiled slightly, with a bit of bitterness in her smile.
"Ever since Yue'er came to this home, I knew I couldn't do this."
"Xiaolan, what do you mean by this?" Qin Shaobai was very puzzled, and even a little angry. Hasn't Zhao Yuer's matter been explained clearly? Why do you still regard Zhao Yuer as a burden?
Xiaolan was not angry when she saw Qin Shaobai's expression on his face. She picked up Qin Shaobai's bowl and went to the kitchen to serve another bowl of chrysanthemum porridge. But this time, she also served a bowl for herself.
"The Double Ninth Festival hasn't even come yet, and you just want to come with me."
Qin Shaobai also felt that his tone just now was wrong. Wanting to ease the tense atmosphere he had just made, he told a joke that he thought was very cold. Who knew that Xiaolan ignored her at all. She gently used a small spoon to
Stirring the chrysanthemum porridge, the aroma immediately overflowed, and the air seemed to be filled with this sweet fragrance.
Xiaolan didn't speak, and Qin Shaobai didn't know what to say, so he followed Xiaolan's example and drank spoonfuls of porridge.
"Is Mr. Song unwilling to come back with you? Is he still in Wangxiang Tower?"
Xiaolan asked suddenly, and Qin Shaobai was so shocked that he swallowed a mouthful of porridge. The porridge was still very hot, and Qin Shaobai's tongue was severely scalded.
Qin Shaobai stuck out his tongue. He thought Xiaolan would go to the kitchen nervously to bring him cold water to help him cool down. Who knew that Xiaolan seemed not to notice, stirring the porridge and saying something else.
"Master Song went back to the county government office first. I met him there. I tied his horse to the stable for him. He said he wanted to go to Wangxiang Tower, and I sent him there."
"What, you have been at the county government office?"
"It should be said that I have been waiting for you."
Xiaolan said calmly, without any expression on her face: "I originally wanted to leave this matter to you tomorrow, but what Mr. Song said to me made me feel that I must talk to you properly.
Let’s discuss it.”
"Master Song, what did he say?"
"He said that those three children are all medicine people."
Qin Shaobai suddenly understood why the bones of the three children were poisonous. It was not because of how powerful the palm prints were, but because the poison had already penetrated deep into the children's bone marrow.
"Since he could tell you this clearly, why would he go to Wangxianglou to get drunk?"
Xiaolan finally put down the spoon in her hand and pushed the bowl of chrysanthemum porridge aside: "Master and Mr. Song both say you are extremely smart, but sometimes I think you are really stupid. You actually think Mr. Song is going to get drunk.
Yes, have you never heard of Mr. Song? He is said to be the one who never gets drunk after a thousand cups?"
"You mean..."
"More than ten years ago, Mr. Song became a disciple of Mr. Xishan. Mr. Xishan had a beloved daughter. Knowing that Mr. Song's father was a criminal official, he insisted on grabbing Mr. Song to study medicine with him."
"Mr. Xishan? Are you talking about Dr. Zhen Dexiu from Taixue?"
Xiaolan nodded, her eyes full of admiration, and suddenly became sad: "Have you never thought that a dignified doctor from Imperial College could actually become a guardian of Yizhuang?"
Qin Shaobai felt as if his blood was rushing to his head. That Uncle Zhang, whom he once laughed at and knew nothing about, turned out to be the famous Mr. Xishan.
No wonder Song Ci wants to call him master?
Thinking of Uncle Zhang's grief-stricken look, Qin Shaobai finally thought about something clearly.
"Is it because his daughter was killed?"
Xiaolan glanced at Qin Shaobai: "Actually, no one would have thought that such a tragedy would happen. That year, the Song family father and son, Mr. Xishan and his daughter came to Nanyang County to investigate a case together. It seemed to be raining. Lan
Yu and Mr. Song had a fight for some reason. She ignored Mr. Song's obstruction and insisted on going to Yanshan Mountain to collect herbs. As a result...
Xiaolan stopped and sighed softly: "Master Song and the others chased them to Yanshan, but there was no trace of Lan Yu anymore. The master had people climb over the entire mountain. As a result, they were only on the mountain.
Next to a cave, I saw blue jade embroidered shoes."
"Your master, have you known Mr. Song for a long time?"
Xiaolan glanced at Qin Shaobai, her meaning was very clear. It's useless for you to be Lord Song's good friend and good helper, but you can't even see the little subtleties between Lord Song and Princess Chaoyang.
"Master Song and the master have known each other for a long time. I guess Miss Lan Yu was also angry with the master, so she ran to the mountains."
"In this way, Master Song cannot be entirely blamed for Miss Lan Yu's disappearance. Why would Mr. Xishan blame Master Song so much today?"
"Five years later, Mr. Song and the others found Miss Lan Yu, but it was just her body."
Xiaolan's eyes dimmed, and she unconsciously touched the bowl on the table, but accidentally touched Qin Shaobai's hand.
Qin Xiaobai only felt that Xiaolan's hands were cold. He really wanted to take these hands and put them into his arms to help her warm up, but Xiaolan had already withdrawn his hands.
"What happened next?" Qin Shaobai looked a little embarrassed and asked quickly.
"At that time, Mr. Song's father personally performed an autopsy on Miss Lan Yu and said that Miss Lan Yu fell down the mountain on her own. Then he also told a reality that no one can accept. Miss Lan Yu has been working as a medicine practitioner this year."
Qin Shaobai understood why Uncle Zhang and Song Ci were so excited when the three children's bodies were dissected. After such a long time, they finally heard the news of the murder of their dearest people.
"It's just that I still don't understand. Mr. Song was right from beginning to end in this matter, why does Mr. Xishan hate him so much?
"I heard from the master that Mr. Xishan and Mr. Song had a falling out because of the case of investigating Miss Lanyu. As for how the two of them fell out, no one can clearly explain it yet. Then, Mr. Xishan stayed at
When he came here, he said that Miss Lan Yu had always wanted to learn medicine, and he said that he knew that Miss Lan Yu wanted to avenge those who died unjustly, so he came to guard Yizhuang and became a widower of Nanyang County."
Both of them fell silent. The thin moon in the sky was also covered by dark clouds. The large lanterns hanging in the yard were blown by the wind, flickering in and out.
"Xiaolan, after talking for so long, you still haven't told me why Mr. Song went to Wangxiang Tower? Is he really going to get drunk?"
"Well, you have to ask Mr. Song. In fact, only a few of them know what happened in Nanyang County five years ago. The master once told us that as long as we are her people, we are not allowed to go to Nawang for a day.
Xianglou, I guess it may also be related to what happened that day."