"Qing Yan, why are you the only one?"
Jiang Qingyue went over, crouched beside the flowers, smiling brightly.
"Sister Fudong has gone to the heart of the city, so there is only Qingyan alone. Do you want to fly the butterfly together, second sister?"
Jiang Qingyan handed over the tassel fan in his hand and smiled warmly.
"Qingyan, look, what gift did the second sister bring you?" Jiang Qingyue took the box out of her sleeve and suppressed the calculation in her eyes.
In fact, she didn't want to harm Qing Yan, anyway, it was her own sister.
It's her fault that she chose the wrong person. It's not good to follow anyone, but she has to follow Jiang Qingqing, so even if something happens at that time, she can't be blamed.
Jiang Qingyan took it and smiled contentedly, "Second sister, this hairpin is so pretty."
"Second sister put it on for Qingyan. This is a gift from the second sister to Qingyan. Qingyan should wear it well."
Jiang Qingyue said, and pinned the hairpin on her.
With this hairpin, Jiang Qingqing, just wait to die!
At night, Jiang Qingqing went to see Jiang Qingyan, and the maid Fudong came out just in time.
"Miss." Fu Dong saluted.
"What about Qingyue?"
"Second Miss played in the yard for a day today. When she came back in the evening, she ate some food and fell asleep tiredly."
Jiang Qingqing was relieved, Qing Yan was young and would forget the pain in a few days.
That's fine, she just hopes that she can grow up safely and happily.
"You go down, I'll go in and have a look." Jiang Qingqing said, and then pushed the door in.
On the bed, Jiang Qingyan was already fast asleep, her face was flushed, and the quilt on her body was staring halfway.
Jiang Qingqing leaned over and helped her cover the quilt, but found that something was exposed under the pillow inside.
When I took it over, I saw that it was a hairpin made of water agarwood.
At first glance, this hairpin was not worn by a child, but by an adult, and it was not something left by the second aunt. It was the first time she had seen it.
Feeling a little strange in my heart, I took the hairpin and went out, "Fudong, did you give Qingyan this hairpin?"
"No, it was worn on the second lady's head. The servant asked the second lady. The second lady was just very happy and didn't tell the servant. The servant checked it, and there was nothing wrong, so she didn't accept it for the second lady."
A hairpin that appeared out of nowhere
After all, there were several pairs of eyes staring at her in the manor, so she had to be careful.
He went in again with the hairpin, only to see Qing Yan rubbing his eyes and getting up.
"Miss?"
"But eldest sister disturbed you?" Jiang Qingqing sat on the bed and said softly.
Jiang Qingyan shook his head, grinned, hugged her, and threw himself into her arms, "Big sister, can you sleep with Qingyan today?"
"Okay, eldest sister is with you, but you have to tell eldest sister, who gave you this hairpin?"
"Second sister gave it to me, Qing Yan likes it very much."
Jiang Qingyue gave it
Even when Second Aunt was alive before, Jiang Qingyue never gave Qingyan any gifts.
Not to mention now, light words are here.
Besides, Ning's mother and daughter have never liked to talk softly. She is so kind, and can she give gifts
Or such a precious hairpin
"Qing Yan, this hairpin is very beautiful, can I borrow it from the eldest sister?"
"Okay." Jiang Qingyan said obediently.
Jiang Qingqing checked for a long time, and even checked for poison, immersed the hairpin in water, and checked the water, but there was no problem.
"Miss, did the second miss give a hairpin at random, and it doesn't mean anything else?" Forsythia said.
No poison, not even found any other problems.
Jiang Qingqing could only think like this, "Since Qingyan likes it, I will put it in a box for her. In the winter, Qingyan is young, this hairpin is too big, try not to let her wear it."
"Yes."
The next day, Jiang Qingqing got up in the morning and read the Poison Sutra, prepared some medicine, and practiced the sword, before leaving Jiangfu and going to Wenxiang Pavilion.
She didn't bring a maid, she went alone and changed into a set of men's clothes.
When entering the picturesque room, the picturesque got up not long after, the whole person looked lazy, and even had time to organize his hair.
"Miss Jiang is here. I slept a bit late yesterday. Sorry, I made you see a joke."
While talking like a picture, she pulled a loose bun for herself, and the tulle fluttered lightly, making her whole person a little more charming.
"Picturesque girl, you didn't sleep well last night?" Jiang Qingqing observed her face.
His eyes were dark blue, and at first glance, he looked like he had insomnia at night, or had something on his mind.
Ru Hua was stunned for a moment, then nodded casually, "I've never slept well, I have nightmares, or I'll wake up in the middle of the night, and I can't sleep well."
There are two reasons for not sleeping well, physical and mental.
She came back and forth several times, but she didn't see the picturesque body getting sick. At least, unlike the average weak woman, it was very unlikely that she could not sleep well due to her weak body.
"Picturesque girl, what's on your mind?" Jiang Qingqing asked.
She seemed to have grasped the cure for the picturesque poison, but it was fleeting in her mind.
Picturesquely sat down slowly, poured two cups of tea, held it in the palm of her hand, and the hot air of the tea came out, making her face a little hazy.
Concerns
"Miss Jiang, is this related to my poison?"
Picturesque eyes flickered, avoiding the topic.
Jiang Qingqing had a panoramic view of her expression.
Such as painting has a mind, and it is not a small mind.
"Picturesque girl, if you can, I hope you can tell me what is hidden in your heart. Perhaps, this is the key to your poisoning." Jiang Qingqing said seriously.
She had never thought before that what a person thinks and fears will be destroyed to a certain extent, or even kill a person.
But since the last time she came back from King Jing's Garden, she realized that if you want to kill someone, you need not only weapons, but poison.
Fear can make people die.
I was puzzled, and my eyes were full of confusion, "Miss Jiang, how can my thoughts be related to my poisoning?"
"I can't give you the answer yet."
Picturesque hesitated!
Biting his lip, he nodded, and said slowly, "When I was twelve years old, I once set fire to my house because I was having fun. I didn't expect that the fire would spread so much, my relatives and even my neighbors. The whole family died in the fire, so since then, I will often have nightmares about the fire."
fire
Jiang Qingqing's thoughts turned quickly.
He got up and checked the room, his eyes fell on the incense burner not far away, which was burning incense.
After smelling it for a while, I fanned it, but my face changed. I hurriedly lifted the lid of the incense burner, and the aroma was fragrant.
"This is saliva-inducing incense, and it is a spice to soothe the gods," said picturesquely.
wrong!
Jiang Qingqing picked a bit out, checked it carefully, and frowned, "There is mandala powder in it, a small amount of this thing will not be harmful, but if you burn it like this every day, after a long time, it will cause hallucinations. effect."