Nongmen Shenjue

Zhu Yi took off the outer cloak and spread it on the ground, picked up the skeletons one by one, wiped them clean, and put them on the outer cloak.Then he searched every place carefully, found all eighteen purple jade bells, pulled out a silk thread from a hair band and strung them together, put them together with the bones, and exited the tunnel.

Coming out of the room, Feng Su stood outside.

Just now Feng Ting also went down the tunnel, seeing Zhu Yi restraining his body, he backed out again.

"Let's talk." Feng Jin said.

Zhu Yi chuckled lightly: "The person you killed in Jueren Valley was my biological father."

This layer of window paper was pierced by him himself.

Zhu Yi looked down at the corpse wrapped in her hand again: "This is my biological mother."

"Zhu Yi..." Feng Hang didn't know what to say for a moment.

"I don't blame you. Although he is my father, he never raised me and killed my mother. He deserves to die! Even if you don't kill him, I will kill him. You will save me trouble .”

"I want to talk to you." Although Yan Suu was not good at words, his attitude was very firm.

"...One month later, Qingsong Ferry."

"it is good."

The two made an agreement, and left the Ruan family's old house one after another, and a fire broke out.

"Qingsong Ferry?" Mu Qingyan had never heard of this place.

Wen Jixue also shook her head.

There are so many ferries in the world, even some with the same name.Those two chose that place, presumably they have been there before, it is a place they are familiar with.

Since you don't know, it's okay, it's probably a private matter between the two of you.

"Zhu Yi's mother died here. The tragedy of the Ruan family was probably related to her. But, why did she attack the Ruan family?" Wen Jixue looked suspiciously at the other rooms.

When the door of the other courtyard was pushed open, a tablet on the front table was illuminated by the fire fold. There were no candles for fruit offerings, and there was even a simple name on the tablet: Ruan Meijun!

"Ruan Meijun... This is the name of the eldest girl of the Ruan family." Mu Qingyan remembered.

The seven daughters of the Ruan family, except for Ruan Xijun who is the fourth, the other six are named after the words "plum, orchid, bamboo, chrysanthemum" and "qin, chess".Come to think of it, if they had another daughter, they would still be ranked down, only the "Four Girls" were different. The Ruan family said that she was weak and difficult to support, and the fortune teller gave her the name.

Going to look at the other unburned courtyards, there are indeed tablets with simple names on them, which seems to represent that the owner is still staying.Thinking about it carefully, the Yangzhai was used as a Yinzhai for the dead to live in.The only bedroom that doesn't have a memorial tablet is unnecessary. "Four Girls Ruan Xijun" will come back once a year.

"Ruan Xijun should be fostered in Ruan's family, and it is very likely to avoid disaster." Wen Jixue thinks this speculation is the most likely.

When the Ruan family moved to Changping Town, Ruan Xijun was less than one year old and was raised as a girl, which was enough to confuse people.

Ruan's house is just a place where "Lady She" remembers the past, and nothing that does not match Ruan Xijun's identity will appear, so there is nothing to see here.

For Mu Qingyan, once Mrs. She died, the matter would be over.

For Wen Jixue, he is very interested in the entanglement between Zhu Yi's parents.

For this reason, he sent Jiao Li out to investigate the origin of the Ruan family.He felt that as long as he followed the clues and found out about the Ruan family, he would always find clues.After all, the huge Ruan family didn't appear out of thin air.Especially 20 years ago when the Ruan family suffered a catastrophe and the government intervened, if the information about the Ruan family's ancestral home was wrong, they would never be able to hide it.

"Back to Fenglin?" Mu Qingyan asked.

It is not a short-term thing to check the details of the Ruan family.

Wen Jixue pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "Accompany me to Yueliang Prefecture."

Yueliang Prefecture is the ancestral home of the Xue family.

Wen Jixue only went there once after she got rid of the control of the photo studio. Over the years, she often went out to offer sacrifices.The reason why he didn't go back was that the bones of the Xue family hadn't been collected in the grave at the beginning, and because of the crime of treason, the nine clans all lost their members.The second is that he has resentment in his heart, and he wants to get revenge before going back to worship his ancestors.

Seeing that the investigation was about to start, he suddenly wanted to go back and take Mu Qingyan with him.

Mu Qingyan naturally had no objection to this.

Returning to Fenglin from Yueliangzhou, although the road is a little longer, but there are still two months before the Chinese New Year, so there is still time.

Yueliang Prefecture is in the south, but Changping Town is in the north, so it's a long way.Fortunately, the official road was connected, and the two of them set off at dawn without waiting for the snow to stop.The snow has fallen so thick, if the snow melts once the sun comes out, and the roads are muddy and difficult to walk, it is better to walk under the snow now.

With Jiao Li gone, there were only the two of them left, and it was not easy to find a driver to drive the carriage.

As soon as it comes to the end of the year, ordinary people don't want to travel far.Secondly, the two of them are strangers, and the townspeople dare not drive them easily. Even if they have no evil intentions, how will they come back alone?

Wen Jixue was straightforward and decided to drive the car herself.

Mu Qingyan didn't persuade, but bought a charcoal stove, a basket of charcoal, wooden barrels, iron pots, soup pots, chopsticks and spoons in the town.Since there are two people on the road, they are not afraid of trouble, and they can cook some hot meals by themselves with a stove. After all, the weather is unpredictable, and if they miss their lodgings, they can also make some food by themselves.The other basket contained some rice noodles, dried vegetables, bacon sausages, and various seasonings.

After walking for a few days, there was another heavy snowfall, so I had to find a nearby ruined temple in the woods to rest.

The two of them roughly cleaned the dust and cobwebs in the temple, closed the dilapidated temple door, and found two wooden boards to block the cold wind and snowflakes blowing in from the hole.The things on the carriage were brought in, the quilt on the carriage was used as a quilt, and the bottom was thick straw, which was a bit dirty, but fortunately it did not hinder the use.

Every time I use this mattress, I have to thank Chen Shiliu.

They were covered with their big cloaks, which were covered with fine fur inside, making them very warm.

A fire was lit in the middle, and the temperature in the temple gradually rose, and there was an iron pot on the stove to cook broth, put some peppers, dried mushrooms, and put a handful of sweet potato powder.Wen Jixue also brought wine. Mu Qingyan has a light drinker, so he would drink two glasses with him every night. The wine really warmed up his body, and he had a hot meal. Even if he was in a ruined temple, he slept soundly all night. stable.

"How about it? If it's cold, have another drink." Wen Jixue said a glass, and directly poured out half of the bowl from the meal.The wine flowed out, and an intoxicating aroma permeated the tip of the nose.

The snow outside was so heavy that half of the wheels of the cart could be submerged, and it was very difficult for the horse to walk, so the two had to stay in the temple.

Although they have wooden barrels of water, it is not easy to get water in this icy and snowy place. Anyway, the freshly fallen snow is very clean, so just open the upper layer and use the middle.Just now Wen Jixue went out to fetch snow, and Mu Qingyan went out to relieve himself, and within a short time he was too cold.I rubbed my hands with snow again, and my hands were red, and I was baking by the stove.

When Wen Jixue came back to see him, he coaxed him to drink to warm up.

After all, he is a person with internal strength, Wen Jixue doesn't wear as much as him, but his hands and feet are always warm and full of firepower.

"I had two drinks just now." He had just finished dinner, and he had drunk, but when the cold wind blew out just now, it seemed that the heat disappeared.I don't feel cold, it's true that my hands are cold.

"It's okay, drink a little more." Wen Jixue advised him.

Mu Qingyan thought for a while, picked up the bowl and took two sips, but couldn't swallow anymore.He didn't have anything to eat or drink, and just sipped his mouth in a daze, he couldn't do it.

Wen Jixue laughed twice, took it and drank it in one gulp.

When going to sleep at night, Wen Jixue took off only his underwear, and hugged him in his arms.Mu Qingyan only felt as if he was leaning against the stove, especially when he heard the wind and snow howling outside, he wanted to stay still in this person's arms even more.

While drowsy, Wen Jixue started to feel restless.

"No, it's too cold." Mu Qingyan pressed his hand to prevent him from going any further.What conditions are there in this ruined temple? It would be good if he could keep warm and sleep for a while. If two big men were tossing about, they would have to be poured with cold wind, so he was not immune to the cold.

Wen Jixue buried her head between his necks, gnawing and licking unwillingly, her body entangled and rubbed against each other.

"...Well, you, you can do it!" Mu Qingyan was breathing a little faster.

Seeing the situation getting out of hand, Wen Jixue suddenly stopped on her own initiative.

He raised his head and listened outside for a moment, then frowned and said displeasedly: "Someone is coming!"

"Who? How many are there?" Mu Qingyan was still convinced by Wen Jixue's hearing ability.As he asked, he sat up and put on his cotton clothes.

"There are six of them, with heavy footsteps and heavy loads on their bodies. They are all men." Wen Jixue quickly put on her clothes, wrapped the cloak around Mu Qingyan, and said, "They saw the fire in the temple. They may be traffickers." people who misjudged the weather.”

That's true, not to mention anything else, just Mu Qingyan and the others had only seen the shadow of the village from a distance after walking for a day or two.There is a vast expanse of whiteness everywhere, and if a merchant is out to sell goods, no matter it is to save money or in a hurry, he usually will not delay casually, and rush as much as he can.

It was actually not too late at this moment, the two of them had nothing to do and went to bed early.

Mu Qingyan drew two sticks of firewood to stir up the bonfire, and hung the soup pot on it, filled it with melted snow water, and when it boiled, put some tea leaves and brewed the tea.Considering the limited charcoal fire in the small stove that came with me, I had to stay in the temple for two more days, so I simply turned off the stove.

At this time, a group of slightly messy footsteps stopped outside the temple gate.

"Excuse me, is anyone there? It's snowing too much, and it's dark. We're a casual gang selling goods. We want to rest in the temple. Please make it easy for us." The person who spoke was estimated to be in his thirties, with Put it low, but also a little nervous.

Wen Jixue opened the door and glanced at it: "Come in."

In such a ruined temple in the wilderness, but someone like Wen Jixue appeared, the men selling goods outside were surprised, and became more cautious, thanking them repeatedly, and coming in with a load of goods.The temple was not big, and Mu Qingyan and the two occupied the best place, and another carriage occupied the place. These people stacked the goods against the corner and closed the temple door again.

"Take these firewood and start a fire." Mu Qingyan took the initiative to speak.

It was impossible for them to go out to find firewood at such a night for safety.It's so cold, it's hard to live without a fire at night, and if you're sick or cold, you can't find a doctor.What's more, the temple is only so big, and Mu Qingyan is comfortable by the fire, so he really can't turn a blind eye to these curled up people rubbing their hands and stamping their feet.

"Thank you, young master, thank you very much, young master." The leading man hesitated for a moment, after all he had received the kindness.It's really cold, if you accidentally fall asleep, it will be even colder.

Mu Qingyan didn't lack hot water or anything, but he didn't say he would give it.

Imported things are no different than others. Those who sell goods from north to south are cautious. Even if the goods are not in his eyes, it is the capital of whether the other party can have a good year.