466 Accident

Song Jingchen looked at the portraits one by one, and the women in each portrait were slightly different.

But without exception, they all have a pair of peach blossom eyes and look extremely beautiful.

When Wu was in civil strife and the new emperor ascended the throne, perhaps it was to prevent gossip, or he did it because of a guilty conscience. He killed all the old people of the Wu palace, so what did Nangongxia look like, except for the new emperor's lineage people, few people know about it.

Uncle Yang could find out that she finally escaped to Yangshu Village, and I am afraid it took a lot of trouble.

Compared with the appearance of another Sun family girl, it is much inferior.

Fan Mingyuan frowned and analyzed: "If the Sun family really doesn't want to give up their girl, shouldn't the normal practice be to stay in the village and wait for the Sun family girl to leave the palace when she is old?"

She said what was weird when she heard it, Shen Yijia suddenly realized: "That is, they moved out directly, and the villagers didn't even tell them. Aren't they afraid that the grandson will not be able to find them after they leave the palace?"

Yaoji scratched his head: "My subordinates also asked the same question. They said that after Miss Sun entered the palace, Mrs. Sun would not be able to get sick. Sun's family probably felt that everywhere in Yangshu Village was the memory of Miss Sun when she was by her side. Shi was so sad that it disappeared, and she simply moved her family with her... After all, few women who entered the palace were able to come out alive."

This statement is also correct. After the death of their relatives, aren't there many people who are afraid of seeing things and thinking about people and choose to burn things related to that person?

The Sun family couldn't burn down Yangshu Village, so they had to move out.

"That girl Sun just entered the palace and didn't die." Shen Yijia rolled her eyes.

"I think the younger brother and sister are right. Even if they really want to move, they must at least confirm that the grandson is gone, instead of the whole family moving out as soon as they enter the palace. They are more like hiding something..."

What to hide?

Shen Yijia thought for a while, glanced at the portraits spread out on the table, and saw that Miss Sun and Nangongxia should be about the same age, they both looked like thirteenth or fourteenth...

Her eyes lit up: "Will it not be Miss Sun who will enter the palace, but Nangongxia."

Everyone in the village knows Miss Sun. If they continue to live in Yangshu Village, sooner or later, they will be known as Li Dai Taozhang. Once someone reports it, it is a crime of deceiving the king, and they must not be moved out quickly.

Shen Yijia shook her head proudly, she was really smart.

Song Jingchen rubbed her head amusingly, put away all the portraits on the table, and said solemnly, "Tomorrow I will take the portraits into the palace and show them to my aunt."

Song Li has been in charge of the harem for more than ten years, and she knows the people in the palace best.

If Nangongxia really took the place of Miss Sun and entered the palace...

Song Jingchen's eyes darkened, and he looked at a few people in a tube: "You have worked hard these days, and it's not too early, so go back and rest."

"Yes."

After a few people left, Song Jingchen and Fan Mingyuan discussed for a while, and the three of them left the study together.

As soon as I walked into the backyard, I saw Sister Huan muttering something in the yard.

Shen Yijia approached curiously: "What are you doing?"

Several people raised their heads in unison and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister-in-law, come and see." Sister Huan beckoned to her mysteriously.

Several people moved to the side to make room for her.

Only then did Shen Yijia see that the one surrounded by them was a small incense burner not much bigger than a slap, and there was a small basket next to it.

The incense burner was burning incense, and wisps of green smoke wafted from it.

What's so good about this?

Shen Yijia was puzzled.

However, the shape of this incense burner is a bit strange.

"How does this seem real..." She said that her hand had been stretched out.

"Sister-in-law, no..." Sister Huan exclaimed at the same time, but it was still too late.

"Ah!" Shen Yijia jumped three feet high and said shiveringly, "How can it be true."

Usually, she is not afraid of these, because she is usually killed by her before the snake gets close to her.

This time it will be frightened and it is really unprepared. Who would have thought that something that was supposed to be hard turned out to be smooth to the touch?

Shen Yijia got goosebumps all over her body.

"What's the matter?" Song Jingchen walked up with a dark face.

Several people did not expect Song Jingchen to be there, so they quickly stood up.

"Big brother..."

"Brother-in-law..."

Song Jingchen first confirmed that Shen Yijia was fine before looking at the snake coiled around the incense burner that was spitting out letters to them, and said coldly, "Where did this snake come from?"

"Just... found it in the yard." Sister Huan explained in a low voice, and then said after thinking of something: "Brother, you don't know, it was fierce at first, and it wanted to bite."

"In the winter, the snakes are hibernating, how can they appear in the courtyard?" Song Jingchen frowned.

Sister Huan shrank her neck and mustered up the courage to say something else.

Lin Shao hurriedly stood up: "Brother Song, I brought the snake back..."

Shen Yijia said suspiciously: "Why are you catching snakes, you should grab a bigger one if you want to eat snake meat soup."

When it came to snake meat soup, she looked at the little snake and swallowed.

The little snake, who was originally spitting out the letter, lowered its arrogant head, but was still reluctant to leave the incense burner for half a step.

"No, it's not for eating." Lin Shao quickly waved his hand.

Shen Yijia blinked: "Can you eat it for me then?"

Such a small snake does not seem to be enough.

Lin Shao: ...

Song Jingchen supported his forehead, who was screaming out of fright just now?

Although the snake was brought back by Lin Shao, Song Jingchen treated them equally and punished each of them to write a review letter.

On the other hand, Shen Yijia ate the snake meat soup she was thinking about, which was made by Song Jingchen herself.

Sister Huan, who knew the truth, shouted: Big brother is too partial!

The next day, as soon as a smear of fish maw white appeared in the east, there was a knock on the door of the Song family.

Nanfeng opened the door and saw a monk with an ox cart outside. He frowned and asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"The poor monk is from Lingyin Temple. I need to see Mrs. Song on an urgent matter."

...

Shen Yijia just got dressed, when she heard Mo Yuan's report, she slammed the door open: "Duanzi is injured? Who told you?"

"It's a monk, and people are just outside the door..."

Before she finished speaking, she only felt a gust of wind blowing by her side, and Shen Yijia had already left the yard in a blink of an eye.

Song Jingchen came out one step later than her, frowned and quickly followed.

When he got to the door, he saw Shen Yijia urging Nanfeng to prepare a horse.

"What's wrong with the dumplings?" Song Jingchen grabbed her and asked.

Shen Yijia's face was tense, she pointed at the monk next to her, and said patiently, "He said that the dumpling was seriously injured, I have to go and see."

A drop of spiritual liquid has just condensed in her body, as long as the dumpling still has a breath in her, she can save it...

Song Jingchen knocked on her hand and didn't let it go, looked at the monk and asked in a deep voice, "Who asked you to come?"

No wonder Song Jingchen would suspect that they put the dumplings in the back mountain of Lingyin Temple as soon as they entered Beijing. There should be not many people who know that Shen Yijia has raised such a tiger.

The monk clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the presiding officer asked the poor monk to come."

Song Jingchen still wanted to ask.

Shen Yijia interrupted him: "Xiang Gong, what he said is true."

She stretched out her other hand, and there was a red rope on it, and there was a knot in the middle of the red rope, where a porcelain bottle should have been tied...

Although it was unclear why Danzi was seriously injured when there was a spiritual liquid, her life was at stake, so she couldn't ignore it.

When Shen Yijia was preparing this thing, Song Jingchen was also present, and naturally recognized it.

He pursed his lips and said, "I'll go with you."

Shen Yijia shook her head: "Don't you want to enter the palace? I can go by myself."

Not sure if it was a trap, how could Song Jingchen let her go alone?

He said without a doubt: "It's the same when you come back and then enter the palace."

Nan Feng had already prepared his horse, and upon hearing this, he led another horse out.

After saying hello to Mrs. Li, the two rushed to Lingyin Temple without stopping.

It was still early, and the weather was freezing cold, so there were not many pilgrims in Lingyin Temple. Before they could find someone to inquire, a young monk greeted him and asked, "Amitabha, are the two sons Song and Madam Song?"

Song Jingchen nodded.

In fact, all the way to this place unimpeded, the doubts in his heart have almost disappeared.

"Master has been waiting for the two of you for a long time, please come with me." The little monk stretched out his hand to plead.

The two followed him all the way to the back mountain. After a long time, Shen Yijia realized that a small wooden house had been built next to the release pond.

The host is standing in front of the wooden house, and who is not the sticky rice in front of him?

Noticing that glutinous rice's snow-white hair was dyed red, Shen Yijia groaned in her heart, and ran over quickly: "Nutomi."

Song Jingchen's hand was about to stop it. Although he had never seen Dumpling's daughter-in-law, he had heard Shen Yijia mention it, and she named it Nuomi.

Nuomi, who was originally staring at the host and prevented him from getting close, heard her voice, immediately put away her fangs, made a low "Ow~", and rushed towards Shen Yijia.

Fortunately, Shen Yijia was so strong that he was not thrown to the ground by it.

This scene kept the young monk who hosted and led the way in awe.

Shen Yijia took advantage of the situation and rubbed the glutinous rice, and found that it was wounded, and frowned: "How can you..."

She paused in the middle of the conversation, because she found that although the wound on Nuomi's body looked serious, the bleeding had already stopped.

Shen Yijia was stunned, no wonder the danzi's spiritual fluid was gone.

Song Jingchen stepped forward uneasy: "Jiajia?"

He was so startled that Nuomi's eyes slammed, Xu Shi smelled Shen Yijia's breath on Song Jingchen's body, he immediately stopped his momentum, opened his mouth to bite Shen Yijia's cloak, and pulled it towards the wooden house.

As soon as he stepped into the wooden house, the smell of blood was pungent. From the door, the long bloodstains extended inward, and reached under the dumplings lying on the ground.

Shen Yijia's pupils shrank, and she walked to Tuanzi in a few steps and squatted down: "Duanzi."

She called out in a low voice, and carefully put her hand under Dan Gu's nose.

"Still." She breathed a sigh of relief.

Without delay, Shen Yijia hurriedly condensed a drop of spiritual liquid from her fingertips, and Song Jingchen stepped forward to help her open the mouth of the dumpling.

After about half a cup of tea, the dumpling's chest began to rise and fall significantly.

"Ow~" Nuomi walked to the dumpling and lay down next to it.

Song Jingchen paused, and suddenly stretched out his hand towards Nuomi...

Nuomi seemed to have noticed, and opened his eyes suddenly, seeing that Song Jingchen closed his eyes again.

Shen Yijia saw that he was brushing away the blood-stained and clumped hair around the glutinous rice wound. After watching for a while, she ran to look at the dumplings, and said suspiciously, "Xiang Gong?"

Song Jingchen withdrew his hand, frowned and said, "The wounds on Tuanzi and Nuomi were all caused by the spear."

"Long spear?" Shen Yijia's face sank: "Is it artificial?"

Doesn't it mean that hunting is not allowed on the mountain of Lingyin Temple? She thought she was bitten by another beast.

Song Jingchen nodded, with a dignified expression on his face: "Long spears are generally used in the army, and the dumplings are not stupid, they will not attack people for no reason, even if the opponent has murderous intentions towards them, they will run even if they know they can't be beaten, but look at them. number of wounds.”

There are dozens of places, big and small, all over the body, unless it is besieged by many people...

Shen Yijia scratched her head in irritability. She wanted to know who did the best to avenge the dumplings, and she couldn't move her mind at all.

"I suspect that Tuanzi encountered a team in the army." Song Jingchen said solemnly.

Shen Yijia asked subconsciously, "Duanzi doesn't go down the mountain on weekdays, where did the army come from in this mountain?"

Song Jingchen squinted his eyes: "Yeah, how can you meet the army in the mountains..."

"Amitabha."

The host's voice sounded outside the door.

The two looked at each other and turned to leave the wooden house.

"Young Master Song, Madam Song." The host folded his hands together and recited the Buddha's name, and stayed a little longer on Shen Yijia's face without a trace of sight.

Like, more and more like a benefactor.

Song Jingchen returned a salute: "Thank you for sending someone to come to the meeting, but I don't know if the host has seen the person who took the shot?"

While questioning, his eyes fell on the presiding monk's robe, which was obviously torn down by something.

The host followed his line of sight, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he picked up the foot of his robe to cover it.

"The monks don't lie, the old man didn't see the thief." The host said.

"Then where did you find the dumplings?" Shen Yijia asked.

The husband and wife looked like they were interrogating the prisoner, but none of the interrogators felt it.

The host continued to have a sign of compassion on his face: "Amitabha, Lao Na's disciple saw it first, when Lao Na rushed over, he saw the white tiger dragging the other end into the wooden house, Lao Nayuan wanted me to understand a little bit. The junior brother of Qihuang Zhishu went in to have a look, but the white tiger was helpless guarding the door and wouldn't let me wait."

"Then how do you know that the tiger is raised by my wife?" Song Jingchen continued to ask.

The host had a meal and looked at Shen Yijia, why did Lao Na know that you have no points in your heart?

The first time we met, he took the tiger and killed a bunch of fish in his release pond...

Shen Yijia touched her nose and whispered in Song Jingchen's ear.

Song Jingchen twitched the corner of his mouth: "My wife has no status, host Haihan."

Host: "Amitabha!"

It doesn't matter whether he is Haihan or not, the important thing is that this release pool has been contracted by the old boy Xuanyuan Ce.

The host then called for the first monk who saw the dumplings and glutinous rice.

However, he only saw a white tiger dragging the other out of the forest while cleaning the back mountain, and he didn't know anything about it.

The blood on the ground had been cleaned by him, but the forest was still there.

Looking at the large bloodstain left after dragging, the anger in Shen Yijia's heart rose steadily, and her teeth creaked.

Song Jingchen squeezed her hand soothingly: "Let's go first and see if we can find any useful clues."

Tuanzi has already drank the spiritual liquid, so he doesn't have to worry about his life.