"Aunt Qing?" Man'er thought, shook his head for a while, "I don't know."
Yuan Qingling looked at her confused and distressed, and couldn't help saying: "Man'er, do you mind if I do a hypnosis for you?"
"Okay, what the princess asks the servants to do, the servants do what they do." Man'er said obediently.
Yuan Qingling first lighted the fragrance of Shen Shui, then put a cushion on the chaise longue, let her lie down comfortably, brought a chair to sit in front of her, and looked at Man'er gently, and said : "Man'er, now imagine the mountains, water, woods, people, and animals running in the mountains in southern Xinjiang."
Man'er began to think, scene after scene, not very clear, even a little fuzzy.
"Okay, close your eyes now. You can't think about the things that you just told you to think about." Yuan Qingling's voice was gentle, like a spring breeze, making people feel quiet in an instant. "You can't think of those winding mountain roads. You can’t think about the dense woods, the animals running around in the mountains, and the quietly flowing river. There are residual leaves floating in the river, and the residual leaves are spinning in the water. You can't think about it anymore, you have to forget it."
As Yuan Qingling's voice sounded, Man'er's memory of the landscape of southern Xinjiang gradually became clearer, and the more he told himself not to think about it, the obsession kept lingering there.
There are hawthorn trees planted on both sides of the mountain road, and the red fruit is hanging on the side of the road. Occasionally, the sound of hawthorn falling is heard. The mountain is full of colorful mandala flowers and wild lilies in the col. She walks there. On the mountain road, there was a rabbit following behind her. As soon as she turned her head, the rabbit hid in the grass, and it didn't appear for a long time.
When someone called her, she raised her head and responded, and then she was walking forward with her little hand. The person walking in front, with a tall back, was talking, saying that she would not be allowed to run out by herself.
She yelled to the man, "Aon!"
The man turned his head, his brows blurred, but she could feel the gentle gaze.
Yuan Qingling has been watching the changes on her face quietly. She began to be quiet, smiling and acting like a baby, and finally began to change. She was a little nervous, and her body was tight. After a while, she suddenly let out a scream. He opened his eyes suddenly, grabbed Yuan Qingling's wrist with both hands, his eyes were full of panic, and he was panting heavily.
Yuan Qingling patted the back of her hand gently, and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay, it's a dream, it's a dream."
"Dream?" Man'er's face was still pale, stunned for a long time, "Did the slave go to sleep?"
"Yes, you have gone to sleep," Yuan Qingling held her hand and asked softly, "Tell me, what did you dream of?"
"Aweng is dead." Man'er murmured, and the horror in his eyes was even worse. "A lot of blood has been flowing down the stone steps. He just lay on the stone steps, was kicked, and then rolled down. I don’t move anymore, a big fire has been burning, and it’s over."
"Aweng?" Yuan Qingling looked at her, "Is it your Aweng?"
Man'er was flustered, "I don't know, I don't know, the princess, the servants don't know."
"Okay, Man'er, don't panic, we don't want to, we don't want to." Yuan Qingling hugged her. When she hadn't seen her panic so much, she couldn't help but feel very guilty. If there were some memories, she was sealed, sealed for her. People must want to protect her, but don't want her to face it.
"This dream is terrifying." Man'er fought a cold war all over.
"It's a dream, so don't worry about it, don't think about it, don't think about it anymore." Yuan Qingling patted her back soothingly.
Man'er was held by Yuan Qingling in a daze, the fragments in the dream were still very clear, the bright red blood seemed to flow out of her heart, which would hurt.
Yuan Qingling comforted her, told her to go back to rest, and then told Qiluo to look at her and let him know if something happened.
Later, Yu Wenhao also returned to the room. Yuan Qingling poured him a glass of water. He sat down and waved his hand. "Stop drinking. I drank some tea while chatting with them."
"How is it? How did King Nanjiang die?" Yuan Qingling sat down and asked.
Yu Wenhao sighed lightly, with a dignified and deep look in his eyebrows, "It's the disaster of destruction. What they said is almost the same as Xiao Hongchen's investigation. At that time, the corpses were cleaned up. The Nanjiang king's family only had the corpses of the Nanjiang king's side concubine and their young daughter. I found it, but the side concubine had already left before the Nanjiang King's accident, so it should not be in that disaster."
"What about their little daughter?" Yuan Qingling raised her heart, wondering if it was Man'er.
"I don't know whereabouts. Two or a few servants in the mansion ran out, suspecting that they had escaped with the little princess. These Xiao Hongchen investigated and informed me that this was indeed the case."
Yuan Qingling asked, "How old was the little princess at that time?"
"It should be eight or nine years old. Now ten years have passed. If the little princess were alive, he would be about the same age as Man'er." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qingling's face changed slightly, "Who is the murderer? Can you find out?"
"At that time, it was suspected that the wizards in northern Xinjiang had sent people to do it, because they had never been very obedient to the rule of the king of southern Xinjiang. Unfortunately, no witnesses were found at the time, except for the few servants and the small princess who escaped. Everyone in the world died, and even the mansion was burned."
Yuan Qing looked at him sharply, "Burn the mansion?"
Yu Wenhao said: "It was not finished, because the murderer retreated and people nearby came to fight the fire, so the body can basically be identified."
"Did the king of Southern Xinjiang lay his corpse under the stone steps?" Yuan Qingling asked again.
Yu Wenhao looked at her with surprise, "How do you know?"
Yuan Qing Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "Oh my God, fifth, Man'er might really be the youngest daughter of the King of Southern Xinjiang."
"How do you see it?" Yu Wenhao asked.
Yuan Qingling hypnotized Man'er tonight, and then Man'er told Yu Wenhao, "She said that she saw A Weng shed a lot of blood and was kicked down on the stone steps, so she didn't move. Then I said that I saw a lot of fire, and I was in line with what you said."
Yu Wenhao's expression became solemn, "Old Yuan, no one can tell about this. People in southern Xinjiang have been looking for this little princess, especially the wizards in northern Xinjiang. They have sent people to Beijing. Missing witches, but I suspect they are coming for the little princess."
"Are they going to kill Man'er?" Yuan Qingling had already regarded Man'er as a little princess.
"I don't know what the purpose is, but if the death of the King of Southern Xinjiang was done by the wizards of northern Xinjiang, they might have to cut the roots. Hey, that's not right. Did Man'er think of Southern Xinjiang from your hypnosis? But she and she and There is a connection with Nanjiang. Didn't she arrange to wait for something before?"
"That's right, Man'er seems to know some people from southern Xinjiang, but she has no impression of her parents and family." Yuan Qingling felt very strange, is there anyone in southern Xinjiang who keeps in touch with Man'er
Yuan Qing paused for a moment, thinking in a more dramatic direction, "You said, would someone Li Daitao stiff, who took Man'er as his daughter and obtained a new identity for Man'er, and was given away by two mothers-in-laws. Living in Beijing is a thousand miles away from southern Xinjiang, far away from danger."