197 Nanmu rosary

... "When will my sister make up all the twelve zodiac animals and send them to me..."

... "My sister's little spider flew, and Cang Peng gave my sister another one. If you are afraid, don't look at it. Just let Bitong see if the net is round tomorrow morning..."

Tears fell out so easily, but were carried away by the wind.

The stone bench in the pavilion was covered with snow from the wind, but another gust of wind swept it down and then spread it on another layer. It's like tears in the eyes, coming up, falling down, and then coming up...

She stared at the flickering bluestone bench in a daze.

Suddenly, a ray of wind swept into the pavilion, whistled into the corner of the bench, squeezed hard and swept away the snow inside.

She blinked...what is that?

I moved my feet on tiptoe unconsciously...

A string of amber beads lie there quietly. Each bead is round and smooth, and there are water-like round marks on it, which is the unique texture of nanmu.

Such Buddha beads... She has only seen them on one person's wrist...

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"Madam, the big girl is here."

Pan'er lifted the autumn soft curtain embroidered with plain flowers, with a simple smile on her soft white face, leading Cheng Xueyan into the door.

Just after dinner, Roufengxuan ushered in a rare peaceful moment of the day. Tang Fanrou sat cross-legged **, closed his eyes, and his thin lips without blood moved gently, as if he were reciting the scriptures.

Cheng Xueyan noticed a string of golden nanmu rosary beads between her fingers.

In the candlelight, the beads were round and smooth... The hand in the sleeve couldn't help clensing the string of rosary beads that had immersed her body temperature.

Hearing the movement, Tang Fanrou quickly came down from ** and took her hand affectionately: "I heard Pan'er say that you came several times today, but you didn't enter the door. Yes, I've been so busy that I can't breathe. If you don't come, I will go to your place later. I just found that there was a box of blood bird's nest in the warehouse. Bird's nest is nourishing, and this blood swallow is even more rare. You have always been in good health, and you are just recovering from the disease. Look at your face..."

Looked at her carefully, and her eyes were full of love: "It happened that you came and took this bird's nest. Whether to stew it with rock sugar or water it with honey, it's all nourishing and nourishing your face, you..."

Seeing that she was speechless for a long time and her eyes were crazy, Tang Fanruo felt something wrong.

Gently let go of your hand...

"When..."

Something fell out of the two separate hands and fell to the ground.

Bend down and picked it up, but it was a string of golden nanmu rosary beads.

When her eyes moved to Cheng Xueyan's face, she saw her looking at herself, with vigilance and suspicion in her eyes...

She smiled, but this smile lost the kindness of the past in Cheng Xueyan's eyes. Although she wanted to be as kind as she could, it was much more far-fetched.

"Big girl, this is..."

She has always called herself Xueyan, but now she has changed to "big girl"...

Cheng Xueyan didn't say anything and just looked at her fixedly.

Tang Fanrou smiled and twisted the beads on the beads, and hung it on the hand that originally held a string of rosary beads. Looking back and forth, people couldn't tell which string was which.

"Dave, it's indisable, but how can it be returned to the big girl?" She was shocked.

"This is all yours. Do you still need points?"

The words are soft, but the word "du" bites extremely heavily.

Tang Fan looked at her softly and smiled meaningfully. The soft light was restrained in his eyes, but he still showed kindness: "Is the eldest girl prepared today? But I don't know why..."

At this time, Pan'er came in with tea, as if she didn't notice the tension between the two of them, and lowered her head and went out again.

"Almond tea is easy to remove the fire. The big girl might as well sit down and drink a cup to warm up her body."

Cheng Xueyan did not refuse. She sat on the silk cushioned rose chair and picked up a celadon tea bowl with flowers, birds, animals, flowers and grass patterns and lotus petals.

Almond tea is slightly bitter in the mouth, but the aftertaste is extremely fragrant and hot. It does have the effect of warming the body.

Tang Fanrou put down the tea bowl and only picked up the two beads in her hand: "It's really the same, so that I don't know which string is Cang Peng's..."

I felt that Cheng Xueyan's eyes shot like a sharp sword, but she did not look up and still rubbed the rosary beads. The smile on her face was unfading kindness: "If I can only choose one string, which one should I choose?"

Cheng Xueyan didn't understand what she wanted to say.

"One string has been with me for a long time, and the other string is new, but it is the same as valuable to keep people safe. Which one should I choose?"

Tang Fanrou looked up at her, and her eyes were a little sad.

"If you have two children, one is nine years old and the other is just born, but God must take one of them away, which one would you give up?"

Cheng Xueyan vaguely felt that she had a hidden intention, but she couldn't figure it out for a moment.

"Isn't it difficult to choose?" She smiled and a tear in the corner of her eyes: "What if they are your brother? One is Cang Peng, and the other is a child who has never met but has existed in this world... Which one's death will make you more heartbroken? You don't have to answer. I know it must be Cang Peng. He is so cute and so close to you..."

"You killed him?" She finally said her doubts, but at this moment, tears filled her eyes and blurred the smiling face in front of her.

"If I gave him this rosary, will you believe it?" Tang Fanrou smiled desolately: "Just because you have been together for a long time, you are biased towards him, but isn't the child who only looks at the world your brother? Just because he went early, everyone forgot him, and only his mother could remember him..."

The voice is already choking.

"People say that I am not blessed and laugh at my life. The child who still has time to look at the world in the future... I implicated him. If I hadn't been the second wife of Chengfu, if I hadn't conceived a child with another person at the same time, if Mrs. Chu hadn't died early... He would have been eight years old now and would have lived happily and healthily. Maybe there is no food and clothing, but as long as he is alive... alive..."

It's not that Cheng Xueyan didn't listen to Bitong talk about this old story of the process house. It seems that there will always be no bloody killing in such a house. She also guessed that Yidu Mizhen's personality must defeat her opponent by any means. Of course, Tang Fanrou will not be a good person, but she will still become a loser in the end. No, she is not the last loser...

"Do you know? Whenever I see Cang Peng, I will look for the child's shadow in him, and I sometimes regard him as my own child in a daze. He is so happy and has lived in this world happily and carelessly for eight years!"

Her hand holding the back of the chair was trembling: "Xueyan, how do you feel if someone hurts you but still smile at her?"

"So you killed him?" Cheng Xueyan looked at her face with tears but still smiling, and suddenly there was a trace of horror.

"Xueyan, do you remember that you once said to me that 'good will be rewarded with evil'? He also said, 'God will not bear to let Er Niang suffer'... Looking at her painful appearance, I am both happy and sad, but she is still happy. She can cry happily, and I can't even shed tears... Hatred is really not a good thing. Even if it disappears, it can't make people happy..."

She looked at the two strings of rosary beads in her hand and put one on the red sandalwood, but she sat back to **, twisted the smooth and round beads, closed her eyes and read the scriptures.

From beginning to end, she did not say anything about asking questions, which made things more confusing and suspicious. Of course, the rosary left in the Wangyue Pavilion alone can't prove anything, but it is inevitable to make a lot of speculation. To be fair, she did not want or even fear that Tang Fanrou was the murderer of Xiaocangpeng. In her heart, Tang Fanrou is a gentle and kind woman who can endure humiliation and burdens. She is kind and friendly to anyone. If such a person also has the heart of snakes and scorpions, she doesn't know who else can believe in the huge Chengfu. How to treat those faces with such a real smile in the future and how to avoid becoming the next inexplicable death. The people who went. But if it weren't for her, why would Xiaocangpeng climb the mountain on New Year's Eve? Although he is usually very naughty, is it really just for fun? It's just that if Tang Fanrou wants to attack him, she is afraid that there will be plenty of opportunities in the past eight years. Why do she have to wait until this moment? And if you find someone among many people who has a deep hatred for Du Mizhen's mother and son, who else will be there besides her? But...

There are some questions that seem to have been unanswered from the moment of birth.

She looked at the golden rosary placed on the high table, and the half-hanging rosary trembled slightly in the windless room.

When Pan'er sent them out, she seemed to want to talk and stop, so she found an excuse for Bitong to go back to the Yanran Pavilion first, leaving Pan'er to accompany her slowly.

"Big girl, do you suspect that your wife killed the little prince?" Pan'er was much happier than her master, but then she played Taiji: "I don't know why the eldest girl cares so much about this matter. If you really want to make it clear, you might as well start with the incident eight years ago, or go to the kitchen now to see if there is anything more of the supplements stewed for your wife every day. Should there be musk?"

Pan'er said such a big string in one breath, and did not feel any disrespectful in her tone. She only bent her knees slightly to Cheng Xueyan, turned back, and threw Cheng Xueyan alone in the snow.

There seemed to be something clear in my heart, but the wind poured into my chest was extinguished again.

The night is cold to the bone, but it makes people half awake.

Cheng Xueyan was stunned for a moment, and turned around and walked to Yanran Pavilion.

The snow has been stepped on, and the mirror is generally spread under the feet. Even if there are trees and houses next to it, it still makes people feel empty and can't distinguish the direction.

Unconsciously, I walked near a courtyard.

There is no snow around this courtyard, not even a footprint.

Looking up, I saw the three light words "Zixiangju" hanging on the forehead of the door shining in the snow.

My heart seems to have been hit by something...