Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

"Zilin, where are you going!"

Lu Zhengan shouted in horror at Xie Zilin's back as he suddenly ran down the stairs like a madman.

However, Xie Zilin turned a deaf ear and plunged into the rain curtain regardless.

how could be?

How can a person come back from the dead?

but……

Their backs look so similar! They both like to wear dark blue clothes! They don’t like gold and silver jewelry but prefer bamboo hairpins! They both have the habit of turning umbrellas in the rain!

It was raining heavily outside the corridor, but there was no trace of the woman in green in the rain.

He was in a daze in the corridor. Was it an illusion caused by his daily thoughts?

Raindrops flowed down Xie Zilin's forehead to his chin. He had a very handsome face, as if it was chiseled by a knife and an axe, with a natural sense of coldness and determination, but his eyebrows and eyes were as soft and continuous as peach blossoms in March. His facial features were obviously very contradictory, but they were very suitable when put together.

In the rain, Xie Zilin clenched his fists, looking distraught.

The raindrops above my head were blocked by an umbrella. It was my good friend Lu Zhengan who followed me out with the umbrella.

Lu Zhengan looked behind him and said, "Who did you see? You were in such a hurry that you didn't even bother to take an umbrella?"

Xie Zilin shook his head. His back was straight but his head was lowered. In that instant, all the past events flashed before his eyes like clouds of smoke.

After a while, he pursed his lips and said, "Let's go."

In this situation, Lu Zhengan couldn't help but think of the night three years ago when Feng Jia died in prison. Xie Zilin's expression was just like it is now, without any vitality of a living person.

He probably guessed something, sighed helplessly, and stopped asking.

The two of them returned to the teahouse, and in the alley around the corner of the teahouse, Feng Jia stopped and looked back.

"Girl? What are you looking at?" Qingshu in front shouted.

"No." Feng Jia turned her head back. She seemed to hear someone calling her just now.

Call her Kanan.

But how is that possible? That was her nickname. Apart from her parents, brother and grandfather, only her husband in her previous life, Xie Zilin, knew it.

Maybe I heard it wrong.

In an old courtyard of a low house next to Kanglefang, a man and a woman were making incense. This place was deep in the alley, some distance away from the residences of dignitaries. Occasionally, the cries of hawkers could be heard in the rainy alley, making it seem even more quiet and peaceful.

There was an awning in the yard, the rain hitting it made crackling sounds, and two people were working under the awning.

The man was tall, but his face was covered with wrinkles. The woman was pretty, but her temples were gray. They were wearing coarse linen clothes, and they looked nothing like the tall and strong uncle and aunt in my memory, who were dressed in gorgeous clothes.

But their faces are so familiar.

For a moment, Feng Jia almost burst into tears.

She really wanted to go up and ask them how they had been living over the years and why they came to the capital, but reason made her hold back.

She had a great vengeance to avenge, and didn't want her grandparents to get involved in the mess, so she was happy to see them safe.

Just as I turned around to leave, I bumped into someone.

The bamboo basket on the man's arm contained peach petals that had just been dried. When Feng Jia bumped into him, the basket flew out and fell to the ground.

Yu Min immediately squatted down and picked up the basket, but most of the petals were scattered and wet by the rain. He immediately frowned and said, "What a pity! These have been exposed to the sun for several days."

Suddenly he remembered something, looked up at the bewildered woman in green and said, "Sorry, I don't mean to blame you."

The man was about seventeen or eighteen years old. He was wearing a gray-white robe and had his hair tied up with a sandalwood hairpin. He was much taller and thinner than he remembered.

It’s Min’s cousin.

Feng Jia pinched herself hard with her fingers, but fortunately the veil blocked her view so as not to be too rude.

"It's my fault..." Feng Jia also squatted down to help pick up the petals that fell on the ground.

"Girl, no need. Please get up. Your clothes are very valuable. You'd better not get them dirty." Yu Min wanted to help her up, but then he remembered the strict rules between men and women and withdrew his hand helplessly.

"I'm so sorry..."

"It's okay..." Yu Min scratched his head embarrassedly.

"What's going on?" Yu Zhao and Cui came out of the yard upon hearing the noise. They were a little surprised to see a young girl wearing a white veiled hat and a dark blue long skirt standing at the foot of their shabby steps.

"Min'er, what's going on?" Cui looked at Yu Min and said.

Yu Min explained with some embarrassment: "The girl bumped into me accidentally and the dried flowers fell over. I told her not to pick them up, but she didn't listen..."

"Good girl, don't pick them up. These flowers are worthless. Look, your hands are dirty." Cui helped Feng Jia up and said lovingly.

Feng Jia's hands were covered with rain and mud. She stared at her fingers in a daze, and was afraid to look directly at Cui.

"Miss, are you here to look for someone, or are you lost?" This place is where poor farmers and merchants live. The Yu family has moved here for three years, and Cui has never seen a young lady from a noble family with such an extraordinary demeanor. There must be only these two possibilities.

Feng Jia whispered, "I'm lost."

Cui's face showed an expression of "as expected" and she asked, "Where do you live then? Shall we take you back?"

"my home……"

Of course, she couldn't say that she was the daughter of the Xie family. Feng Jia shook her head and said, "My home is nearby. I brought my maid with me. If she doesn't see me later, she will come to find me. There's no need to trouble you, aunt."

Cui and Yu Zhao looked at each other and understood what she meant. They thought that this must be a young lady from some noble family who felt bored after being locked up, so she sneaked out. Naturally, she didn't want to make too much noise.

Cui said, "Miss, I don't know when your maid will come to find you. It's raining heavily outside. If you don't mind, you can come into my yard to take shelter from the rain. I won't attack you."

Fearing that Feng Jia might have concerns, he said to Yu Zhao, "Boss, didn't you say you still owed the spice shop a batch of goods? It just so happens that your son is back, you two can go and deliver it together."

The father and son immediately understood Cui's intention, smiled, and went out with the basket.

Cui said, "Miss, I will leave the gate open, you don't have to be afraid."

You should leave.

But for some unknown reason, Feng Jia followed Cui into the yard, probably because this was the first time she saw her relatives after her rebirth, and they were also her only relatives in this world.

While Cui went to fetch water, Feng Jia took the opportunity to look around the entire yard.

The yard is not big, with only three low houses and not much furniture, just a chair, a few benches, and a few wooden racks next to them, with many flowers drying on them. There are many flowers, plants and vegetables planted in the corners. It can be seen that the owner has put a lot of effort into creating this simple and poor yard.

There is a tree in the easternmost corner of the yard. The tree is not tall and has new buds on it.

Cui came over with a basin of water and said with a smile, "This is a lychee tree."

Feng Jia naturally knew that this was a litchi tree.

She vaguely remembered that when she was very young, her mother took her to her maternal grandfather's home far away in Langya. There was a lychee tree in her maternal grandfather's yard. Every May and June, the tree was full of fruits. She often climbed the tree to pick fruits with her cousin Min.

Cui said with some emotion: "This tree has only been planted for three years, and it is not yet time to bear fruit. However, there is a lychee tree in the yard of my hometown that is several decades old. Every time the season comes, it will be full of heavy fruits. I have a niece who loves lychees the most. Every time I go back, she eats a lot. It's a pity that we moved later and the lychee tree was cut down. What a pity."

Feng Jia concealed her emotions and deliberately asked, "Aunt, did you move here three years ago? Where is your hometown?"

Cui placed the basin on the table and said, "The old house was in Langya before."

Feng Jia walked over, soaked her hands in the water, and asked curiously, "Why did you move to the capital? Is it for business?"

"It's because..." Cui paused, then smiled and interrupted, "Miss, is the water cold? Do you want me to add some hot water for you?"

"No, the water temperature is just right, thank you auntie!"

"No need to be so polite." Cui smiled gently.

Feng Jia looked around and said, "Aunt, this courtyard is so cozy. Did you decorate it by yourself?"

"Yes," Cui seemed very satisfied with her small courtyard, and she began to talk more. "Miss, you have just seen that my husband is a rough man who only knows how to work hard. Although my son is a scholar, he is actually a nerd who only knows how to recite books all day long! I am the only one in this house!"

"That aunt is really amazing," Feng Jia said, "I heard from my mother that if there were no elderly people to help, it would be very hard to take care of the housework and raise her son!"

Cui's eyes dimmed and she suddenly stopped talking.