Chapter 813: Second brother, what do you see?

Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Yi: "Second brother, what do you think?"
Xiao Yi knelt down beside her, peeling oranges slowly.
His fingertips are white, set against the light green orange peel, and there is a different kind of beauty under the lights.
He didn't answer, he just opened the orange petals and stuffed a petal into her mouth: "I don't know. It's always among the people present, you and I are not murderers."
Nan Baoyi grabbed the orange petals, before he had time to chew, Xiao Zizhong's expression was gloomy, and suddenly he slapped the table: "Bold!"
Nan Baoyi trembled three times in fright, and the orange petals fell on the skirt embarrassingly.
Xiao Zizhong was unhappy: "How can you instruct Xiao Daoyan to peel oranges for you?! Of course, I am not distressed by my brother, I just can't understand your despicable act of saying that I love him, but actually using him as a slave!"
Nan Baoyi picked up the orange petals silently.
Xiao Zizhong, is this something wrong?
When did she ask her second brother to peel her oranges?
When did she treat her second brother as a slave?
Xiao Zizhong glanced at Xiao Yi distressedly, his peculiar masculinity: "Think of me Xiao Jia Erlang, all standing upright, it is absolutely impossible for a woman to be honored and noble to serve a woman"
"peel."
The ignorant and immature girl voice suddenly sounded.
Wen Zhining held a green orange and looked up at Xiao Zizhong expectantly.
Xiao Zi froze in place.
Wen Zhining tilted his head when he saw him still, "I want to eat."
Xiao Zi coughed twice as if covering up.
In the strange eyes of everyone, he peeled the orange without saying a word, and even the white orange network on the orange petals was carefully cleaned.
He sent the orange petals to Wen Zhining's mouth: "Ningning is good, open your mouth, ah..."
"what……"
While coaxing Wen Zhining to eat oranges with tenderness, he turned to everyone ruthlessly: "This hall is caring for the weak, and the nature of it is completely different from Xiao Daoyan, so I remember it for this hall!"
Wen Zhining was ignorant: "I want to eat..."
Xiao Zizhong immediately put on a smiled expression: "Ning Ning, are oranges sweet?"
Nan Baoyi felt that his expression twitched, as if he was about to split.
Nan Baozhu ate two pieces of flower cakes and whispered: "Although this matter has nothing to do with me, I have something to say, I don't know if it should be said."
Zhao Xiaoman loved Ning Wanzhou since childhood, but was cut off by Nan Baozhu, so he was very jealous.
She was angry: "If you know it's inappropriate to talk, just don't talk!"
Sister Ning patted the back of Nan Baozhu's hand gently: "They are all their own. What does Baozhu have to say, bluntly, the eldest sister and A Zhou are here."
Nan Baozhu glanced at her gratefully, and said seriously: "I'm thinking, since someone informs, is it possible to check the court's entry and exit records during that time? Who met with Empress Shen, should he be able to find it?"
The palace rules are strict.
The palace gate will not only count the people entering and leaving the palace, but even the things they carry with them will be recorded.
Nan Baoyi clapped her hands: "This is a good way. I'll send someone to check it out tomorrow morning!"
"What's so good?" Zhao Xiaoman was upset, "She is a girl from the country, and the idea she came up with must be unreliable! Maybe she has collused with Wen Zhining, and wants to use the court archives to frame my sister!"
Ning Wanzhou stared at her coldly: "If Lady Zhao doesn't have a better way, she will shut up. After all, a noisy dog ​​is the most annoying."
Zhao Xiaoman was angry and aggrieved: "Little father-in-law, because of my love for you, you humiliated me so much!"
She was about to have an attack when Xiao Yi suddenly got up and walked towards the flower window.
"Second brother?"
Nan Baoyi followed curiously.
She couldn't help covering her lips when she saw the scene outside the window.
The crowd gradually gathered around.
The window is facing the garden.
This garden used to be the mansion of the Wen family, but now it has been transformed into a drunken garden with a stage, water pavilion, pavilions, etc., exclusively for guests to enjoy.
Tonight and New Year's Eve, the garden was not open, nor did any lamps light up.
In the darkness, a faint green light slowly emerged from the surface of the water and in the shadow of the trees.
They gradually converge into large swathes, like countless fireflies, walking in the dark, spreading towards the end of the sky.
Mr. Zhou's face was pale: "Wraith?"
Xiao Yi squinted his eyes, then suddenly turned and walked downstairs.
"Second brother, what do you see?"
Nan Baoyi shouted and hurriedly followed.
Everyone followed without hesitation, and wanted to take a closer look.
Zhao Xiaoman was frightened when he heard the ghost fire, but he didn't dare to think about it. When everyone was gone, he was afraid of staying here alone, so he shrank and followed.
When she reached the top of the stairs, she heard a rustling noise behind her.
She turned her head subconsciously.
...
Snow fell in the garden.
Everyone hurried out following Xiao Yi, and the faint green ghost fire was gradually dissipating.
The second sister of the Ning family was pale: "I heard the nanny say that this kind of green ghost fire is the soul of a dead person. The ghost fire that wants to come tonight is the Wen family. They are back. They come back on New Year's Eve and enjoy the sacrifices. ..."
She believed in gods and Buddhas, and couldn't help kneeling on the ground, praying with her palms folded together: "Amitabha, Tong'er, we grew up together since we were young. We were negligent and never prepared sacrifices for you... Tong'er Please don’t blame us, we will prepare cattle, sheep, chickens, ducks, and burn paper money for you..."
She babbled like a monk chanting.
Nan Baoyi's head was big.
There are no ghosts in the world. If people become ghosts after death, so many people have died throughout the ages, and the world has long been unable to contain them.
She turned to Xiao Yi, and was about to ask him what he saw, Zhao Jinghong suddenly chased the ghost fire.
The girl wore a pear-white Luo skirt with the dancing girl mask on her waist, walking through the snow like crazy: "Tong'er, are you back?! Tong'er, don't go, Wen Tong!"
Her voice was full of sorrow and begging.
The cold wind passed.
Zhao Jinghong was tripped to the ground by the skirt and her hair was messy. She stretched out her hand to catch the wisp of ghost fire, but the ghost fire quietly vanished into nothingness in the palm of her hand.
She caught nothing.
She collapsed and sat in the snow, crying like a fragile glass doll.
Mr. Zhou's Dalang and Ning's parents went to help her.
Nan Baoyi scanned the teardrops on her cheek.
She originally guessed that the traitor might be Zhao Jinghong, but the sadness on the opponent's face did not seem to be pretended.
She looked at Xiao Yi again.
The opponent frowned, as if thinking about something.
She bit her lip, scanned the people around vigilantly, and decided to discuss with her second brother after returning home.
The crowd returned to the Drunken Flower Yin Restaurant.
Passing through the back door and lobby, but at the corner of the stairs, I saw a girl lying motionless on the ground, a large blood stain spreading quietly on the back of her head.
Everyone was stunned and panicked instantly.
Nan Baoyi was about to step forward, Xiao Yi shook her hand.
He walked to the front blankly and turned over the girl's body.
The girl wore a green grimace mask on her face, like someone's prank.
Xiao Yi took off his mask.
The distorted and horrified face under the mask belongs to Zhao Xiaoman.
She was battered and died for a long time.
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