Chapter 222: Apart

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Xu House, at night, someone stayed and lit an oil lamp.
The mattress on the side was empty and Xu Zhiheng stayed in the study room tonight.
He Xinying walked to the table, picked up an outer drape, and looked at the wick beating in the oil lamp.
I don't know when, she and Xu Zhiheng seemed to be covered with an invisible barrier. To be precise, since the last palace banquet, Xu Zhiheng has become very strange. Later, she saw Wu'an Hou Heyan, who had the same name and surname as her elder sister, at Yuhua Temple. Soon after returning to Fuzhong, He Rufei came to visit her. It's not so much a visit as a temptation.
Some things, once there are signs of suspicion, can't be relieved. He Xinying can feel that there is a big secret hidden in the Xu family, maybe it is related to his dead elder sister, maybe... it is also related to the He family.
She stood in front of the window, and Shuojing's winter was extremely cold. On such a cold night, the servants all went back to sleep. He Xinying looked at the bare branches outside the window, thought for a long time, finally put on his cloak, picked up an oil lamp, and left the house.
She moved very lightly and walked carefully, without disturbing others. The people of the Xu family vigil stayed outside the main courtyard and would not come in. The light of the oil lamp was very dark, and he could only barely illuminate the road under his feet. He Xinying walked darkly to an abandoned yard.
This derelict courtyard is the courtyard where her dead elder sister He Yan once lived. Even after He Yan died, Xu Zhiheng still kept the original appearance of the courtyard. The last time He Xinying was here, she saw Xu Zhiheng frantically rummaging for a drawer, but she failed to see what Xu Zhiheng was looking for. This time, for the moment, no one was around, she wanted to see one look.
Although no one is living in this yard, the snow in the yard was swept cleanly. She walked to He Yan's room, the room was not locked, and the door was opened with a light push.
He Xinying walked in.
There was an old musty smell in the room, cold and wet, and He Xinying was slightly surprised. Doesn't that Xu Zhiheng often miss the elder sister? But if I miss the eldest sister, why is the house not cleaned, and it is covered with dust everywhere, but it seems that no one has stepped on it for a long time, and it can't be avoided.
He Xinying took an oil lamp and looked around.
This is a girl's boudoir, with a shelf in front and only a few inexpensive vase ornaments. There is a small table in the middle, covered with a thick layer of dust. The teacups and teapots even have a cobweb. Further inside is a large wooden bed, which seems to be cleaner compared to a thin blanket. This room looks terribly deserted and empty, not as warm and exquisite as the boudoir of an ordinary daughter's house. As soon as you enter, you feel cold.
Even though he used to be in the He family, He Yan married shortly after coming back to live, but the boudoir before the marriage was carefully arranged. If this is the house where He Yan lived in the Xu family, and this house still retains the original appearance of He Yan’s life, then He Xinying thought that his elder sister, who died early, was only afraid of living in the He family. Not as good as the rumors.
If it is because the eyes are blind, it is not advisable to put too much debris in the house so as not to trip the master, but the furnishings and utensils here are shabby. There is nothing more to do about it. A blind man lives alone in such a big house. If he is changed to himself, he is afraid that he will be driven crazy.
He Xinying walked to the table. The last time, she saw Xu Zhiheng turning over the box and not knowing what she was looking for. She pulled out the wooden drawer, as expected, it was empty, and she wanted to come, if there was anything, she might have been Xu Zhiheng for a long time. Take it away.
She didn't realize that she had put Xu Zhiheng in an opposite position unknowingly. Instead of relying on and trusting in the past, the gentle and considerate husband would be guarded and doubtful. Even the gentleness and warmth of the past, in the eyes of He Xinying, became hypocrisy.
He Xinying walked around the room, checked all the wooden drawers and shelves, found nothing, and saw nothing useful. After coming out for too long, the outside was too cold, and the wind went straight to her knees. She rubbed her numb legs, looked at the relatively clean bed, and sat on the bed.
In the room, only the oil lamp in his hand gleamed slightly. Sitting here, the inexplicable is a little strange. When he was quiet, He Xinying had some regrets. There is no one here. I heard that the souls of dead people will linger in the place where they used to live. dead person's.
He Xinying couldn't help but clenched the bedpost, which was a habit she had developed in her childhood. She was timid when she was young, and she always slept with her mother. When she was a little older, she could not sleep with her mother. With her own yard, He Xinying was still very scared when she lived alone. When I was most scared, I leaned on the inside of the bed at night, holding onto the bedpost on the side of the wall tightly, and prayed to the Buddha to bless.
The same is true today.
However, when her fingers slid down the bedpost, she suddenly felt something was wrong. He Xinying froze, then reached out and touched the place underneath, and noticed something. She climbed up to the head of the bed, looked up with an oil lamp, and suddenly found a piece of wood slightly raised on the side of the bedpost against the wall.
The girl was attentive, and her fingers pressed hard outward, and the plank fell off, revealing a roll of yellow paper from inside, as if writing something. Her heartbeat was so fast that she only knew that this thing was hidden here, and it must be very important. It is this thing that Xu Zhiheng was not allowed to find.
Here it is impossible to say when someone will come. He Xinying exerted his strength, and from the bed post that was deliberately hollowed out, she grabbed a book-like thing. She quickly hid the book in her arms and hurriedly Buckle the wood of the bedpost, and then carefully left the oil lamp.
Surprisingly quietly, He Xinying secretly returned to his house all the way, only to dare to take Fang Cai's book out of his arms. She glanced at the faint light of the oil lamp, and it turned out to be a scroll. She was stunned after a few pages. This is a... soldier's book?
Various war tactics are recorded above, and on the one hand, there are also handwritten views of the readers themselves. Looking at this handwriting, it is by no means Xu Zhiheng's. No one from the upper and lower Xu family is in martial arts. Moreover, it is hidden so secretly, and it is in He Yan's house. Whatever I think, this soldier's book is left by his elder sister who died early. of.
But... how could He Yan read the military book?
In other words, her cousin He Rufei was almost the same, but He Rufei's soldier book did not appear in the Xu's family, and she kept such a careful reason.
He Xinying squeezed the military book and couldn't understand what was going on. At this time, someone's voice suddenly sounded outside, and He Xinying was shocked. He quickly blew out the oil lamp, hid the scroll in the lowermost box under the table, and walked to the floor in two or three steps. Just lying down, there was a maid outside knocking on the door: "Grandma? Grandma?"
"What's the matter?" He Xinying pretended to be sleepy.
There was a silence outside for a while. Someone said: "The thief has entered the yard. Uncle asked us to ask Grandma."
"Into the thief?" He Xinying was a little nervous, but still pretended to be surprised, opened the door to the maid in her outer clothes, and asked in doubt: "How could the thief enter the house?"
"I don't know." That maid saw that He Xinyingguo was really sitting in the house, seeming to be relieved, said: "The uncle is trying the little thief now."
"I'll take a look." He Xinying said. She closed the door and walked with the maid to the main hall.
In the main hall, Xu Zhiheng was sitting on the chair in the middle, and there were a group of little wives standing on the ground, and a little man dressed on the ground was kneeling, and he couldn’t help but bowed his head towards Xu Zhiheng: Nothing, nothing!"
Xu Zhiheng's face was dripping with water, and he stared at him daringly, "Come on nonsense, hand over what you stole from the bed column, otherwise, you will die here today!"
When he said this, his eyes were vicious and fierce, and he was as gentle as before. He Xinying was surprised, and he heard the word "bed post", and he was very nervous. She barely squeezed out a smile and walked to Xu Zhiheng: "Husband, what happened?"
Seeing He Xinying, Xu Zhiheng's expression slowed slightly, pointing to the humane on the ground: "This person sneaked into Ahe's yard in the night, and stole Ahe's old things from the bedpost.
Fuwang-The little man on the ground quickly defended: "Uncle, it's really not small. When the small one found the bed, the inside was already empty, and the small one didn't take anything inside!"
Fu Wang's heart was also full of misery. Today, he was just taking advantage of nobody at night. It was a good time to sneak into the previous grandma's house to find the mysterious man for old things. It turned around in the room, and really found a place that was different from the others, that is, by the bedpost in the back room, he thought there would be some secrets hidden in it, but when it opened, it looked empty. Before I had time to regret, I was caught before Xu Zhiheng when I was shocked by someone outside.
"Uncle, it's really not that the small one did it. If you don't believe it...you search for the small one, where the small one lives... small injustice!"
He Xinying looked at this little dude kowtowing and begging for mercy, but he was stunned. This little duo seemed to be her substitute. However, if it is just ordinary property, with Xu Zhiheng's temperament, it doesn't have to be so blameful. It's a big deal to get out of the house with a board and how to look at it now, but it seems like it is going to die. Could it be that Xu Zhiheng knew what was in the bedpost? But that's just a book that looks extraordinarily ordinary!
He Xinying didn't quite understand.
"I see that you are full of lies, and there is no truth. Since it is so, there is no reason to stay here, so I will hand you over to the government." Xu Zhiheng said coldly.
As soon as this word came out, Fu Wang changed color. Since ancient times, the master was handed over to the servants of the government. Most of them were dead words, and they were particularly tortured. He was just greedy for money, but he never thought of taking his own life. Moreover, he is still wronged. It is important to know that he did not get anything. Fuwang begged: "Please don’t hand over the small to the government. The small is also entrusted by others to steal things. The small tells the uncle what he knows. Can the uncle spare the small one? Life?"
"Trusted by someone?" Xu Zhiheng looked at him.
"Exactly," Fu Wang thumped his head, "I don't dare to steal things from the house even if I borrow a hundred guts."
Xu Zhiheng stared at Fuwang, as if to distinguish whether Fuwang said what he said was true or not. After a while, he said to the people around him: "You all go out, I have something to ask this thief."
He Xinying glanced at the little man on the ground, "Master, I..."
"You also go out." Xu Zhiheng's attitude was very firm.
He Xinying didn't say anything. She stepped out and waited for the door to close before she looked in the direction of the house. Somehow, her palms were soaked with sweat.
That book of soldiers...what is going on?
In the room, Xu Zhiheng asked: "Finally, who asked you to steal from Xu's house?"
"Yes... it's General Wo."
"Dare you lie to me?" Xu Zhiheng was furious.
Fu Wang was so scared that he knelt down and said, "The little dare not deceive the uncle. The person who confessed with the little said that their master is General He!"
Xu Zhiheng's hands clenched into fists, suppressing emotions and saying, "Why does He Rufei want you to come and steal?"
"I don't know if I'm small," Fu Wang wiped the sweat from his forehead. "They gave a small amount of silver, and the small one was also fascinated for a while. Thinking again, I just went to steal something and inquire about the individual, but not I promised to do anything serious and harmful."
"Inquire about people?" Xu Zhiheng narrowed his eyes, "What do they want you to do?"
Fuwang only hopes to be able to go out with life, not to worry about anything else, and simply tells everything he knows, "They want to find some old things before the grandmother's life, and people related to the grandmother's life. At that time, the grandmother had already passed away, and no one was able to find anyone. He just thought that he might be able to steal something." He was also cunning, saying that he had been caught before he could do anything for the other party, not to mention Qin Qin. Ma'am, "Dive into the grandma's house tonight and haven't found anything, but was found. But Grandpa, the things in the bed post are really not taken away by the small one. When the small one found the bed post, it was already empty. Alright!"
This is not false, but unfortunately Xu Zhiheng still doubts him.
"I beg the uncle to spare his life, and he will never dare to be young again!" he begged.
Uncle Xu, who has always been soft-hearted and talkative, did not answer today. Fu Wang looked up with courage and saw that under the light of the lights, the man’s face was half bright and half dark, half as normal. The other half is like a spooky evil spirit.
I didn't know how long it was, but when Fuwang felt he was about to lose his life, the person above spoke. Xu Zhiheng said: "Since you said that General He entrusted you to do things, the Lord will keep you alive. But..." His voice sinks, "The next time they ask you to meet again, you need to tell them that there is no discovery, And I can't tell you what I found you."
Is this asking him to lie to He Rufei? The doubt in Fu Wang's heart flashed over, and he quickly bowed his head, grateful, and said: "Thank you uncle! The younger must do things for the uncle!"
Xu Zhiheng looked at the little servant who was kneeling and kowtowing under his feet, and did not speak.
He Rufei secretly sent someone to investigate the old things of He Yan's life, what did he do? Do you want to grab the handle to threaten yourself?
Yes, there was a big fire in the Xianchang Hall a few days ago, which happened to happen. What happened was the "He Rufei" handwriting. When the news reached Xu's house, Xu Zhiheng guessed that it must be He Rufei. for. It seems that for the appearance of the cousin with the same name and surname, He Rufei is not as calm as it appears on the surface.
There are too many handles in the He family, Mrs. He Er, He Rufei itself, and He Yuansheng and He Yuanliang. Comparatively speaking, the handle that the Xu family can grasp is really too few. Even He Yan's death wasn't him. He really wanted the incident to happen, Xu Zhiheng could retreat completely.
Perhaps this is what makes He Rufei uneasy, so he will do everything possible to grasp the handle of He Yan in the Xu family. In this way, as long as he can prove that he also knows that He Yan and He Rufei are not interchangeable, one day The truth came out, and the Xu family couldn't run away.
He Rufei is afraid, so the more he is at this time, the more he will pull the Xu family into the water.
Xu Zhiheng's face was heavy.
Even though he knew about it from the beginning, he also knew that the He family and the Xu family were already people on a boat. But when this happened under the eyelids, he still felt unhappy. When there was nothing wrong in the past, naturally I hope you are good and good, and share the glory, but once something happens... He Rufei's approach is really not moral enough.
Since He Rufei was so excessive, he didn't have to talk about emotions. Speaking of it, just as Fu Wang wandered around in He Yan's house, but found nothing, it really happened. As long as there is no evidence, he Xu Zhiheng can still protect himself.
...
At night, He Yan could not fall asleep on the collapse.
She knew that He Rufei was not General Feihong, there were many loopholes, but the world should pay attention to the evidence. It is impossible to tell the truth on your own. And the truth sounds so unbelievable.
In Fuyue Army, there are no witnesses alive. Grandma Qin is not enough alone, but if you want to grasp He Rufei's handle, you have to start from Huayuan. In the Huayuan World War I, there must be an unspeakable relationship between He Rufei and the Uto people.
He Rufei is cautious and careful in his work. If he wants to find evidence of He Rufei's common treason, he may only go to Hefu.
Hefu...
He Yan sat up from the slump, leaned on the head of the bed, and looked at the tent, his thoughts gradually drifting away.
In fact, she is not afraid to re-enter the He Family. In that "He Family", she was fed up with cold eyes and returned to her house, and she would never have any old feelings again.
However, when she thought of seeing Mrs. He Er again, she did not know how to face it.