It is not as big as Hailan Pavilion, and it is buried under one of the magnolia trees as a treasure by Yu Chaohe.

Yes, the person who pretended to be a ghost yesterday congratulated me.

This yard was once a yard that Su Ruolan must live in when she came to the village. Since Su Ruolan's death, Yu Chaohe deliberately pretended to be a ghost or made a strange sound in it, but he just didn't want anyone to stay here for more.

For him, if someone stayed there, it was like blaspheming the young lady.

Yan Qingrui almost immediately concluded that he was the old servant left by the Su family back then.

Yu Chaohe, fish, grass, and grass, this is also the word Su (Su).

However, the things in this small box made Yan Qingrui even more speechless.

There is only one portrait in the box, which is a portrait of the dead Su Ruolan. The woman in the painting has a light sorrow between her eyebrows, but she is still as beautiful as the moon. In the upper right corner, there is a poem written:

"Everywhere, there are roads back,

Mountains and rivers are the hometown;

Don't know how soft red is ten feet long,

There is a fragrance in the temple with scriptures!"

Then... nothing happened.

Yan Qingrui tossed and turned the portrait over and over, and was stained with water and vinegar. She used all kinds of things that could develop and show shape, but nothing was left.

She knocked on the box and then, looked at it and thought about the poem, thinking about it and thinking about it, thinking about it and thinking about it, and not knowing what it meant at all.

Yan Qingrui's mouth twitched. Is her mother here specifically to cheat her daughter?

This poem looks like a person who sees through the world. Although it is rich in soft red, it is not as fragrant as the scriptures in the temple. Is this what it means?

Yan Qingrui sighed, and after finding nothing, she had to put away the portrait.

Now, Xianyun Village has become quiet. Although there are few people left behind, she is either an old person who is truly loyal to the Su family, or a Zhuang Ding who later joined Zhuangzi, who really does not belong to the Su family or does not belong to any force.

With these twenty Wanyu defending villages, Xianyun Village has changed its previous atmosphere and has become a bit like a high gate and deep courtyard.

Yan Qingrui saw that the matter was almost done, so she returned to Beijing the next afternoon. On the way, she wrote a letter to Han Zan and arranged some matters.

After Wan Yutang got on the right track, she was only responsible for grasping the general direction and overall vision and planning, and just handing over the implementation to Han Zan.

The carriage was about to enter the city, but Yan Qingrui suddenly thought of something like a flash of lightning in her mind and hurriedly said: "I won't go back to the city, go to Laowangzhuang, no, it's not Laowangzhuang, but Nanyin Temple!"

Ming Shijiu had no objection and immediately turned his horse's head and the carriage headed towards Lao Wangzhuang.

Yan Qingrui also suddenly remembered that the old lady in Lao Wangzhuang said that Su Ruolan had lived in Lao Wangzhuang for a while. During that time, she copied scriptures every day.

There is a fragrance in the temple with scriptures!

The scriptures she copied were given to Nanyin Temple.

If this poem really refers to it, it must refer to the scriptures.

There is another mystery in the scriptures.

Although this is just a guess, if you didn’t look for the answer, the answer would not have come to you by yourself.

Ming Shijiu drove the carriage very fast. Although he came down from the halfway up the mountain where Xianyun Village was located and was a little far from Nanyin Temple, he still arrived at Nanyin Temple at the beginning of the hour of Hai.

This Nanyin Temple is called a temple, but it is not a monk but a nun.

However, the temple gate was closed early, and Yan Qingrui asked Ming Shijiu to knock on the door.
Chapter completed!