On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Huo Changxian's yard was ablaze, and Yan Ruyu calmly took a bucket of red paint and wrote a few words in the yard.

At a glance, it looked like it was written in blood.

After I finished writing, I read it carefully and was very satisfied. When I heard the footsteps outside, I quickly retreated.

Huo Changxian and others hurried over and saw the fire raging, smoke billowing, and his eyes were a little dark.

Suddenly I felt something on the ground. It felt sticky when I stepped on it and had a strange smell.

When I lowered my head and took a closer look, I was shocked again. It was red, sticky, and like blood.

By the firelight, it was clear that there were several big words "injustice".

From the bottom of the steps to the entrance of the courtyard, there are more than a dozen of them, large and small.

Every one of them was dripping wet, as if blood was flowing from the house to the entrance of the courtyard.

"Ah!" He screamed in fright and backed away.

"Crash!" The burned window fell down with a ball of fire and fell to the ground, emitting countless sparks.

The boy followed him, his face turned pale with fright, what kind of fire was this? I really have never seen such a fire!

Not only was it burned, but the walls collapsed, the door fell down, half of the beams fell off, and thick smoke billowed up.

"Hurry, help... put out the fire!" the boy screamed, and other servants rushed to put out the fire with buckets of water.

Although it was said that it was a rescue, everyone knew that even if the fire was extinguished, Huo Changxian would not be able to save the yard. There was no other way except rebuilding it.

Huo Changxian was dripping with cold sweat, his face was as pale as paper in the firelight, and his heartbeat was racing.

In addition to the crackling sound of fire, Hong Yu's voice also sounded in his ears: They, it's them, those ghosts in Yongchang Village...

Huo Changxian's body swayed, and the servant quickly supported him: "Young Master!"

"Sir, this place is dangerous. I will help you to rest somewhere else!"

Huo Changxian didn't want to stay here anymore, so he gasped slightly: "Go, go to the study..."

Stumbling into the study, Huo Changxian grabbed the teapot on the table and drank half of the herbal tea without pouring it into the cup.

"Sir, please be careful..."

Huo Changxian pushed his boy: "Go, go and see mother. If anyone comes to ask, just say I'm fine and tell mother not to worry."

"Yes."

The boy retreated and Huo Changxian fell down on the chair, his mind still full of Hong Yu's words.

Everything about this matter was weird. He didn't believe Hong Yu's words, but the fire in the courtyard and those bloody words...

Could it be that there really is a ghost?

Also, Hongyu herself admitted that she was resurrected from the dead. The girl next to Mr. Jia had mentioned the "black death aura" before.

Only when people die can there be the aura of black death.

He took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and reorganized the matter about Yongchang Village.

After calming down and thinking about it, I suddenly remembered that there was no danger in Yongchang Village because Mr. Jia was passing by and the shaman calculated that there would be a disaster and had already avoided it.

Then why is there anything happening tonight?

Huo Changxian was puzzled.

He sat at the desk and subconsciously touched the paperweight on the table.

That paperweight is his favorite thing. It was a birthday gift given to him by his mother when he was ten years old. It is a jade lion with beautiful shape and excellent carving. He used it as a paperweight when he was writing and often played with it when he had nothing to do. .

This time, I touched it and found nothing.

He was stunned and turned to look.

I found that the place where the paperweight was originally placed was empty. Looking closer, not only was the paperweight gone, but the Yun Xuangui paper that was originally placed on the table was also missing.

Huo Changxian was startled and turned to look at the bookshelf behind him. The bookshelf was originally full of books, but now some places were vacant. He quickly stood up and went to the bookshelf to look for them.

After searching, I found that the missing copy was an out-of-print copy, and there were more than one set.

Upon closer inspection, Huo Changxian was furious. This thief was quite good at stealing. He didn't steal any ordinary books, only the valuable ones.

Those who had money had nowhere to buy them. He originally planned to put them to great use in the future.

Turning on the lights in the room, Huo Changxian felt a little pain in his heart. Not only the paperweights and books were lost, but also some calligraphy and paintings, and all the antiques in Duobao Pavilion were missing.

Huo Changxian fell down on his chair. He could still vaguely hear the noisy noise in his yard, and he felt more and more upset.

There must be something weird about this.

……

Yan Ruyu took advantage of the chaos in the house and went to the warehouse to look for any secret doors that she missed last time.

However, no.

Leaving the County Lord's Mansion, he found a secluded place to enter the space, and took stock of the things he and Huo Changhe had collected from the County Lord's Mansion.

Mainly food.

According to Hong Yu, there was a famine in the previous life, and the relief grain sent by Yongchang County Lord was almost here, so this batch of grain should be saved now.

But now judging from the amount of food collected, although it is a lot, it is far from the level that can reach disaster relief.

Is it because things have gone awry and there will be no famine, or is the Lord of Yongchang County still having food elsewhere?

Yan Ruyu felt that the latter was more likely.

Back at his residence, Huo Changhe was still sleeping, and Yan Ruyu quietly went to bed and lay down.

It wasn't that she didn't believe him, or that she wanted to hide it, but facing the head of Yongchang County, Yan Ruyu didn't want Huo Changhe's emotions to fluctuate again and again.

It's not a dangerous thing anyway, just let him rest and recuperate.

Yan Ruyu felt angry when she thought about Huo Changxian's previous life, when he was granted the title of Marquis of Zhongyi due to famine.

He is worthy of loyalty!

Huo Changhe was exiled, and Huo Changxian was named the Marquis of Zhongyi. It's really disgusting.

No matter what, she won't let this happen.

Tonight, Hong Yu was confused in her thinking. When Huo Changxian went to see her, she would be so frightened that she would speak incoherently and talk nonsense. Even if she told him about being granted a title, Huo Changxian would not believe it.

There was no explosion in Yongchang Village, but Hongyu said it was an evil spirit from Yongchang County. Coupled with the red painted words, Huo Changxian could not tell which was true and which was false.

And the Lord Yongchang's illness will occur again tomorrow morning, presumably when Huo Changxian comes to visit again.

Yan Ruyu thought over everything before slowly falling asleep.

Early the next morning, Huo Changhe got up refreshed. When Yan Ruyu woke up, he had already punched.

Yan Ruyu opened the window and looked at him. Seeing that he was in high spirits, she greeted him with a smile.

Huo Changhe saw that she was awake and ran to the window: "Are you awake? I went to buy some buns and eat them together?"

"Okay, I'll come after I wash up."

The secret guard looked at Huo Changhe's preoccupation and rolled his eyes silently: The prince seems to have never eaten steamed buns. How can these little buns be as delicious as the noodles made by the princess? The prince just felt sorry for the princess and wouldn't even let her cook the noodles.

While the two of them were eating, Yan Ruyu asked, "Besides the mansion in the city, does the county lord's mansion have any other properties?"

"For example, is there any manor outside the city?"