Chapter 269 Hot and Sour Rice Noodles (3)
"Zongnu heard that she is noble and cannot be bullied, but she can guard against the bright side but not the dark side!" Wei Fu's sighs sounded, "The villain made her lose everything including people and wealth! "
"This kind of thing that harms Yin morality is that these people don't believe in the knives in their hands!" Liu Yuan snorted coldly, and said, "Otherwise, how could the grandfather of the Yang family have internal strife with those people?"
"These murderers who lick blood at the edge of their knives and rob blood every day will never believe this, they will only trust the knives in their own hands," Bai Zhu continued, paused, and a subtle look appeared on his face, "But those people Believe it!"
"Born into a powerful family, no matter whether it's money or power, it's all in their hands from the moment they opened their eyes!" Lin Fei said lightly, "These money and power are not earned by themselves. For them, it was inexplicable, it was unreasonable, and without hard work, it was too easy to send it to their door! From this, they became more and more convinced that wealth and wealth are destined, and compared with those ordinary people who are struggling for a living every day, they can make a living by themselves. And so, it's different!"
"With such wealth, they don't feel grateful for the kindness of God, but they do some practical things, but let them go on another road!" Lin Fei lowered his eyes and said, "They want to keep this wealth and power after death. When you arrive in the Yincao Difu, you have to be a high-ranking ghost and powerful person, so you will start practicing this kind of sorcery!"
"So the cemetery after death has to be built incomparably luxurious, and all the glory and wealth will be brought to the mausoleum!" Wei Fu said, "With the wealth of gold, silver and treasures, people need to serve them. It has become a tool for them to enjoy a life of bliss and luxury after death!"
Under normal circumstances, these people would not dare to attack such noble clan daughters. Most of them would attack girls from ordinary families like Mrs. Chang.
"But the horoscope of this daughter's birthday is too 'unique', so even with such identities, they will still find a way to attack!" Having said this, Wei Fu paused, and then said, "Those people's identities are clear. Being fooled is equivalent to this sect daughter, so you can't make it clear, otherwise you won't have to spend so much time going around in a big circle before you start!"
For those illusory selfish desires, even the eldest daughter who is also a powerful person can use all villainous methods in order to get someone, and the eldest daughter's family will be ruined, which is really chilling.
Lin Fei looked at the portrait of the ancestral daughter for a moment, and suddenly said: "This ancestral daughter encountered an accident on the way back to her hometown, and her parents and brothers who passed away are still buried in Chang'an City, so... this daughter should also be included in it. That's right!"
As soon as these words came out, everyone was excited: "Lin Shaoqing means..."
"If what I expected is correct, those people came here for this sect daughter. Even if the murderers had internal strife and killed this sect daughter, those people would not just let a 'yinyueyinyinriyinshi' go. 'A girl who was born," Lin Fei said, "So...the body buried in the mausoleum should not belong to that clan daughter!"
If this is the case, the daughter-in-law will probably have no peace after death!
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The Dawn Drum had just sounded, and the sky was gray, but the lights were already shining in the public kitchen!
Those who cook the morning meal must get up earlier than ordinary people!
"Master Wen's complexion is not very good today!" A Bing, who was kneading the dough, looked at Wen Mingtang, who was chopping green onions, and said.
Today's morning meal is noodles with scallion oil and fried eggs. I have made this meal combination several times. A Bing and glutinous rice **** are already very proficient, so Wen Mingtang is very relieved to give up the main table in front. The two of them went to the back to help out.
Hearing what A Bing said, Wen Mingtang raised his head and smiled at him, saying: "I had a nightmare all night yesterday, I just didn't sleep well!" He couldn't help but yawned!
Ah Bing nodded when he heard the words, glanced at Wen Mingtang, and said, "I'm telling you! Why does Master Wen look sluggish! The fundus of his eyes is also a little blue, Master Wen should catch up on sleep after finishing the morning meal! "
She didn't know when Lin Fei and the others left last night, but after eating hot and sour noodles, Lin Fei asked her to go back to rest after listening to them talk about the case for a while.
You have to get up early to cook the morning meal, and you can’t stay up late!
Lin Fei had good intentions, but after hearing about the ancestral daughter, although Wen Mingtang went back to rest early, he didn't sleep well all night, and even had nightmares all night!
Thinking of the content of yesterday's nightmare, the hand that was chopping the onion couldn't help but pause, and Wen Mingtang looked a little dazed.
I don't know if it's because they are both women, seeing that noble daughter will be murdered by the villain, so that the bottom of my heart is too deeply touched, or because I have seen the portrait of the daughter for a long time, and the appearance of the daughter is engraved on the In his mind, after going back to lie down yesterday, Wen Mingtang began to dream!
It was a quiet and desolate wilderness, with a moon like a silver plate hanging above the head, and the moonlight was shining brightly, sprinkled over the wilderness! The self in the dream seemed to be very familiar with this place, walking forward in the wilderness!
I don’t know how long I walked, and I saw the bamboo shadows dancing in front of me, shaking, and there seemed to be a woman in a plain skirt standing between the black bamboo shadows.
It is said that the woman in a plain skirt suddenly appeared in the wilderness in the middle of the night, which is indeed somewhat similar to the beginning of the ghost stories in those scholarly stories.
Wen Mingtang in the dream didn't have the slightest fear in his heart, but quickened his pace, walked forward, and shouted as he walked: "Miss Li!"
The daughter-in-law doesn't have a title, so it's not wrong to call her "girl"!
The woman turned her head to look at Wen Mingtang when she heard the words, and she was the woman in the portrait. She looked at Wen Mingtang sadly, and walked forward.
The woman walked forward, Wen Mingtang continued to chase!
One walked and one chased after another. After an unknown amount of time, the woman stopped suddenly, and Wen Mingtang hurried a few steps. Seeing that she was about to catch up with the woman, the woman suddenly turned around.
The face of the "Miss Li" I saw earlier changed instantly, the beautiful and dignified face became softer, and there was an indescribable sadness in the loving eyes that looked at her!
This face...Wen Mingtang was shocked when he saw it, and opened his mouth subconsciously, wanting to shout that word, and then...woke up!
It wasn't until he woke up that Wen Mingtang realized that he was covered in cold sweat. After taking a bath and washing up, he wanted to continue sleeping, but he couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning. When he finally fell asleep, he didn't sleep for long. Because it was time to make the morning meal, I woke up.
"Master Wen!" Accompanied by the exclamation of Tangyuan, there was a sharp pain in his finger, Wen Mingtang subconsciously dropped the kitchen knife in his hand, and looked down at the finger that was cut by the knife.
Bloods of bright red blood gushed out from between his fingers, Wen Mingtang looked at the finger cut by the knife in a daze, and heard the chanting of glutinous rice **** echoing in his ears!
"Master Wen, don't move today! Your hands are the treasures of our public chef! You must take good care of them and get well soon... A Bing! Come and chop the onions, Master Wen, be careful, and treat the wound..."
The voices of chanting kept coming, and the eye sockets suddenly started to heat up for no reason, as if the body instinctively, a feeling of extreme grief surged out from the bottom of my heart in an instant.
The glutinous rice **** that hurriedly found the gauze exclaimed when they saw it: "Master Wen, why are you crying?"
(end of this chapter)