Chapter 100: Two hair

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The servants will soon find the baggage that they found. It is a brown coarse cloth bag that looks like a bag used for recreation. It is effortless and effortless. It is obviously not proportional to its size.
Liu Rangling’s servant put the cloth bag under the shed, and everyone surrounded the past. Yan Yanben didn’t want to do anything, but she did not restrain her curiosity about the case, and she followed it.
"Open it!" Liu gave way.
Under the servitude of the servants, they began to solve the ties above, and everyone was holding their breath, because the things in this cloth bag might give them a lot of lines.
Yan Yan also did not look at the parcel in a blink of an eye.
The parcels were scattered, and the things inside were unexpected to everyone. On the brown rags, there was a large bouquet of jade flowers with dewdrops!
Yan Yan’s pupil slammed.
Where is this package found?

The servant also vaguely knew about Yan Yan, and replied: "Just Liu Shishi told me to go to the pine forest and the place where there is moss. We found a pine forest in the south, and there is a broken pine forest. The temple may have been abandoned for a long time, and the steps are covered with moss. This cloth bag is found on the ladder of the temple."
Ye Jiaoying, flowers like scorpion, color as jade, fragrant, this is a gentle and elegant jade flower.
What does the jade flower have to do with this person's death? Does this bunch of flowers come from the large piece of jade flower behind the mei mei?
"There are two hairs!" Yu Bozhen opened the jade flower and found that there were two black hairs underneath, slightly soaked by rain, a bundle of red silk, a bundle of blue silk, against the white The jade flower is very beautiful and enchanting.
The ancients said that "the husband and wife", but also a bundle of hair to give each other, this cloth bag is the dead? But with the bouquet, how can there be two hair?
And these flowers are obviously taken off no more than one day and one night. Does this package have anything to do with this body...
Thinking of this, Yan Yan did not want to stay, and told Liu Yun where the jade flower was, and then returned to Mei Mei with the evening green and the song blue.
Xing Niang was sitting on the gallery and sewed her clothes absently, and saw that Yan Yan came back, but she did not smile as she did before, but bowed respectfully and took her clothes back to the opposite side.
Yan Yan looked at her slightly sly back, but her heart was helpless. She knew that Xing Niang didn't like her and ran to the autopsy, but what can I do? Relative to medical skills, she is better at autopsy, and the habits that have been formed for a long time have made her change immediately. It is really difficult.
Song Lan sees Yan Yan back to the house, only to go to the cloister, put away the umbrella, took a pen and paper and went to Xing Niang's room.
As soon as he opened the door, Song Lan saw Xing Niang wielding his eyes in a panic. He saw that the person was a song, and he sighed with relief. He said: "You are still weak, why not take a break?"
Song Blue squats across from her, lays out the paper, and writes a pen and writes: You are a blame for doing the trick.
Xing Niang sighed and said: "Hey, my mother is not easy to get sick, the bitter day is over, but I don't know where to come from this craft. I thought it would be a good thing to avoid the limelight. I never wanted to take my mother more and more. Sexuality is wild."
Xing Niang said, my heart is even more uncomfortable, watching the blue road: "Mother is a 16-year-old girl, because this thing is delayed for a year and a half, older people say that there is nothing to tighten down. But she doesn't know how to converge, and her reputation is getting worse and worse in the future. Which family can be willing to swear?"
Song Blue suddenly lowered his eyes, covered the mist inside, and continued with the handwriting: Believe in her mother, she is no longer as weak and ignorant as she used to be, she knows what she is doing.
Song Lan thought that when she saw Yan Yan preparing for the autopsy this morning, the calm and calm posture and the serious respect, all of them were distracting. Later, although she turned her back, but Yan Yan said, she heard one. The word does not fall, this woman is indeed not her mother...
"The former mother is a soft water-like person. Although she is weaker, there will be a lot of Lang Jun like it. It is now deserted. When there is no gentleness, plus this reputation, hehe!" Xing Niang is heavy. A sigh.
Yan Yan raised the hand to the door and stiffened in the air, and fell again. Raised his hand to stop the late green that was about to make a sound, and gently retreated.
Inside the house, Song Lan wrote two sentences on the paper: the former mother was able to provoke pity, but unfortunately the house woman was insulted, how long can you protect her?
The words written by Song Lan are so powerful that they carry endless resentment, but there is nowhere to vent.
This sentence, let Xing Niang live, if there is no song blue, maybe the mother has already let Gao Shi die, and the song blue is smart, always a servant, there is always a place where the hand can not reach. Just like two years ago, once the song was out of the blue, the mother did not have the ability to protect herself. Even if she and the late green power were in love, she was eventually thrown into Zhuangli.
Song Lan distressed the original mother, but also blamed her, she saved her life and saved her life, but what about the result?
No one told Song Lan that the original mother had forgotten her after she died. If Song Lan knows this cruel fact, she does not know what to think.
"Xing Niang!" Late Green Huodi pushed the door in, and hurriedly said: "Fang Cainiang is standing outside the door, what you said, I don't know how to make her sad!"
Xing Niang stayed a little and stunned and got up. "I... I am just worried."
"You are going to talk to the mother, let's just talk about it." Late Green quickly pulled Xing Niang away, only to stand outside the door but was blocked by Yan Yan, can not interrupt, the green is already burning Anxious, how many years have they been together with each other, how can they have complaints?
Song Lan also followed.
When people walked into the house together, they saw the window wide open, and the face was covered with a deep purple satin coat. The hair was scattered, and the teapot was on the side, and the hot tea was poured in the mist. The white jade flower outside the window reflected her quiet and graceful show. The face, the fragrant scent, the kind of light and calm, with a hint of coldness, let people stay for a moment.
Yan Yan picked up the cup and was about to drink tea. He looked up and saw a row of individuals standing near the account. He paused and asked, "Is there something?"
"Mother... the old slave is also worried, she will say that just like that... Niang Mo must be on the heart." Xing Niang sincerely said.
Yan Yan put down the cup, this thing is only a trivial thing to her. Once there was a time when someone was telling her gossip, she felt nothing, and she walked away from the side, resulting in a group of people. For the whole six months, see her to hide. Just don't go in just because I don't want to disturb the conversations of others. What's more, Xing Niang is a good heart.
"We have been suffering together for so many years. I have treated you as a loved one, an elder, and a few older elders. There is nothing in this. You don't have to be like this. Little things are going on." Yan Yan smiled lightly and said, "Sit down."
She smiles lightly, but it makes people feel sincere, not perfunctory.
When Xing Niang’s tears came out, she smashed it out and smashed it out. She sat down to the opposite side of Yan Yan.
Mother is really grown up, so I understand the truth. The old slave is too worried. The talent of my mother will definitely be in the future. There is a good Lang Jun waiting for you."
Song blue and late green squat, the song on the blue surface is faint, late green can not cover the surprise, she grew up with her mother, naturally know what kind of sex, sensitive, pessimistic, if it is in the past, Xing Niang’s words had to let her mother shed tears for half a month, so she was just so anxious, who knows that she is not in the heart.
However, the late green likes this sex, and I have never thought about it. I opened my mouth and followed a smirk, and the song was blue and white.
Late green flat mouth, she does not need to write blue letters, then clearly see the content that the white eye wants to express: silly big sister!
"Mother." Outside the house, Xiaoman’s voice came. "A Sang Langjun came to look for you and was waiting at the bamboo forest at the door."
Yan Yan gathered the light smile on the face, paused, got up and put on the satin dress, and several people said: "I will go back."
Late green squatting, "Slaves will accompany you."
Yan Yan did not respond, nor did she object, let her follow. Going out the door, I saw Xiaoman standing at the door, wet, and there were six or seven bamboo shoots in the basket at the foot. He said: "The mountain is not safe. I have to go out alone for a few days."
Xiao Manzhen froze and said, "Yes."
The autumn rain is misty, and the bamboo forest outside the bamboo is washed and infiltrated by the rain. It looks green and dripping. The forest is bamboo, and the rain is light, and Sang Chen has a clean white-sleeve robes and a paper umbrella with landscape poems. The slender figure is slightly slim, just like bamboo.
When Sang Chen saw that Yan Yan really came out, the face naturally floated with a smile of joy, clear and clear, just like the morning dew reflecting the sun's dew, fresh and translucent.
"Mother." Sang Chen shouted shyly, a blush on the white cheeks, and some looked at Yan Yan.
Yan Yan’s forehead and blue ribs jumped, and the heart of this person did not speak and returned to the human model dog-like, but when he spit out a word, he was exposed, with a second temper that was unconsciously violent.
"Let's pay you back." Sang Chen pulled out a blue cloth pocket from his arms and reached for it.
Yan Yan had asked him not to "below" and "below", but Sang Chen seems to have been used to it, still as it is.
Late green sees the calm face of Yan Yan, it seems that there are some signs of anger, and did not say that she would take over the money of Sang Chen. She also stood on the side of the umbrella and looked at Sang Chen sympathetically.
"You are a teacher, it is not good to teach and educate people, what is running around all day?" Yan Yan sounds plain and authentic.
Sang Chen squatted and slammed his hand back and whispered replied: "In the next few days, I have already resigned from the sorcerer's life. I went to the Tibetan Buddhist scriptures in the temple to help copy the Buddhist scriptures. It is just like the mother, huh, huh, huh. ""
If it wasn't for Yan Yan's face, the evening green had already laughed, and I thought about Mr. Sang's thoughts. It is really known to Sima Zhao.
"There was a man who died yesterday. After being raped by others, he was killed and lost on the hillside. I went to the official office for an autopsy in the morning. That Lang Jun is not as handsome as you. I hope that the next one will not be you." When Yan Yan was born with anger, he deliberately scared him.
Looking at the face of Sang Chen's white face, my heart just got a little more happy, but I heard the sound of Sang Ertu's complex emotions such as being shocked, hilarious, shy and shy: "I feel that my mother is in the middle... handsome?"
Yan Yan only felt a blood rushing to the top of her head, which made her a terrible headache. She just relieved her anger and suddenly added several times. How she forgot, this two rabbits can never be measured by the thinking of normal people.
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