"I'm not a saint or a Bodhisattva. I can't see through the black and white things like wrongs and debts."
The tears that he had finally held back spread again in Shen Zhixi's eyes.
Her throat was choked with sobs and she couldn't finish a complete sentence.
After a long pause, he continued.
"I only know that my mother died because of the madness of this incense. I can't wait to let everyone behind this go to hell. Even if your grandfather who made this incense is dead, the resentment in my heart still cannot be quelled. So. I did not visit you secretly today, but came to you openly and openly. The person behind it may come to you to kill you because of a guilty conscience."
With tears in her eyes, she suddenly smiled, but her words were filled with a deep chill.
"Shopkeeper Fang, you and your brother must take this seriously."
Fang Yao's face became more and more ugly, and she tensed up to prevent herself from being defeated. She only waited for Shen Zhixi to leave the room angrily after saying this, and then she softened as if she had collapsed.
After a long time, I thought of my brother at home, and hurriedly got up and stumbled out the door.
On the street, Shen Zhixi and Yuanyang got on the carriage going home.
Yuanyang hesitated for a while, then asked.
"Miss, didn't you say that the reason why we came to Fang's Spice Shop in such a big way was to attract the person who drugged Madam to show up?"
But her young lady just said to Fang Yao that she came here in an upright manner, but it was to lure the people behind her to kill people and silence them.
Moreover, her lady sent people to investigate many things about Fang Yao these days. It was found that Fang Yao had done charity and donated money to help many homeless women, children and patients over the years. She even talked about this matter before going out, unlike He really wanted to implicate and punish the Fang brothers and sisters.
After asking for a long time, Shen Zhixi suddenly spoke, and what he said was not what he was asked.
"Yuanyang, what do you think we should do if what happened back then is really related to Xie Changde?"
On the other hand, it has nothing to do with Xie Muyun, which is really a joke.
"Miss, our people are staring at Xie Muyun and Xie Changde. When the time comes, whoever takes action against the other brother and sister should be related to whom. If the evil deeds back then have nothing to do with Xie Muyun, then he will not With a guilty conscience, I wanted to kill people and silence them. But miss, if you wanted to silence me, why didn’t you take action in the first place?”
"Because this medicine is precious and only the Fang family can make it. The Fang family must not be fools. They will definitely hide the recipe for making incense. If they kill the Fang family, it will be good for them. There is no more Mixiang. Besides, there are many dignitaries who use this Mixiang. If the Xie family kills them, it will inevitably affect the interests of others, and it may lead to revenge. "
After saying this, Shen Zhixi opened the curtain and said to the coachman, "If you're not going back home, go to the teahouse."
When she thought of the Xie family, she felt very confused.
She didn't want to go back, and now she just wanted to find a place to relax.
"But if my life experience... then why did Xie Muyun say that I was his daughter? Was the half of the fragrance left in the Shen family an accident or was it something he did deliberately?"
"Miss, are you saying that he deliberately left clues for people to go to Yuejing City to save you?"
"Ha." Shen Zhixi leaned back with a sarcastic smile on his face, "I feel funny when I think about the possibility that Xie Muyun is either a traitor or an enemy. What exactly happened back then...that year... "
And my mother.
She said, how could a smart and shrewd person like my mother be so crazy?
It turns out, that’s what it is.
"Miss."
Seeing Shen Zhixi shed tears, Yuanyang couldn't help but burst into tears anxiously. He held Shen Zhixi's hand tightly but didn't know how to comfort him.
When he arrived in front of the teahouse, Shen Zhixi had already calmed down.
Entered the tea shop, went upstairs, and followed the waiter's guidance into a private room.
Just as he was about to close the door, he suddenly heard someone shouting from the next door, "Wei Hong, can you get out of here?"
Upon hearing this, Shen Zhixi and Yuanyang cheered up.
Yuanyang naturally liked Wei Hong, but Shen Zhixi was thinking that Wei Hong was the person next to Song Lianzhou. If Wei Hong was here, Song Lianzhou would be there too.
But that shout made her frown inexplicably, as if it seemed familiar.
It was a female voice, and I seemed to have heard it somewhere before. I didn't understand it until I heard Wei Hong's reply.
"Ms. Yang, Wei came here because he was worried about you. You..."
"Are you worried about me? Who are you to me? Why are you worried about me?"
The people standing next door arguing at the door of the private room were Wei Hong and Yang Xinyue, the daughter of the prefect of Yanzhou.
"I……"
"What are you? Now you no longer need me to help you find some lily of the valley powder, and you don't have to pretend to say these words of concern for me. Besides, I will be the one who will be drafted in the palace soon, so you'd better keep some distance from me. Otherwise, if it is known that I had close contacts with other men before the draft, I’m afraid it will have a bad impact.”
Yang Xinyue is wearing a goose-yellow dress embroidered with emerald white butterflies, which are as lifelike as her pretty face and full of life.
It was just a red rash all over his face, which looked a little oozing.
She put her hands on her hips and stared at Wei Hong.
Wei Hong was dressed in slim-fitting black clothes and holding a sword with a look of confusion on his face.
"I, I don't believe it." He said softly.
"You don't... I have nothing to say to you, a stupid elm-headed man. You go away quickly and don't disturb me to have tea and relax."
Yang Xinyue rolled her eyes at him, turned around and entered the room and made a gesture to close the door.
At the critical moment, Wei Hong shouted, "If you really want to enter the palace draft, you won't pretend to be sick."
"Who... who is pretending to be sick? Don't be ridiculous..."
"The rash on your face is melted with sweat."
In fact, Wei Hong lied to her. The red rashes on her face were still intact and showed no signs of melting.
But Yang Xinyue seemed to be startled. She raised her hand and wiped it on her face, leaving a few red marks on the well-spotted rash, completely exposing the fact that she was pretending to be sick.
"Then...so what?" Yang Xinyue put down her hand and stared at him again with a calm face.
Wei Hong opened his mouth, and there were thousands of things to say in his eyes.
But seeing that he was speechless, Yang Xinyue angrily held the door and closed it with great force.
Wei Hong didn't stop him, but he didn't leave.
He seemed to know that Yang Xinyue was standing behind the door without moving. After struggling for a long time, he finally said: "I have written you many letters in the past three years, but you haven't replied to any of them. I thought you were already married." People."
With a "crunch", the closed door opened again.
Yang Xinyue stepped out, frowned and looked at Wei Hong seriously and asked, "You said you wrote me a lot of letters?"
"Yes. Including the haircut ceremony, I went to the Letter Department a total of twenty-eight times."
In other words, he sent dozens of letters to Yang Xinyue.
"Impossible." Yang Xinyue looked puzzled and her eyes were red. "I have clearly never received any gifts or letters. I still... still blame you for not keeping your words. I..."
"I know." She suddenly straightened her expression and changed into an angry expression.
"It must be my father. It must be my father who intercepted the letter and the gift. I should have thought of it earlier. I..."
At this end, Shen Zhixi slowly closed the door.
Looking sideways, Yuanyang was looking down with a disappointed look on his face.
