"Master, I've been busy for a day and go and take a break." Xue Qing accompanied Yunwan for a day, feeling very tired.

"You go and rest, I'll fold some gold ingots." Yunguan's fingers were very flexible, and she folded a paper ingot in just a few seconds.

"Master, I'll help you fold it, so that you can finish it quickly." Xue Qing picked up a piece of ingot paper and was about to fold it, but was snatched back by Yunguan.

"I'll do it myself. You can go and practice calligraphy with the young master. Come and find me later. I guess it will be able to fold it in half an hour." Yunguan folded it carefully one by one. She had to fold it herself because she wanted to put her longing into these ingots with her own hands.

Yunguan folded paper ingots for the first time to burn the anniversary of her mother. She made it all night all night, so after raising her mother's grave the next day, she stayed up late and felt sad, making her sleepy all day long, which made the old lady think that the child was infected with something evil, so she insisted that Yunguan's father invited the Feng Shui master to the mansion to do a ritual to expel the evil spirits of Yunguan.

The Feng Shui master who invited me was sarcastic and said that Yunguan had grown fire poison and had to control the water of the above festival. If he missed that night, he had to wait another year before he woke up. So the old lady quickly sent someone to Lingxiu River to transport ten buckets of water back overnight and poured them all into the bathtub. Then the Feng Shui master threw Yunguan, who was only wearing plain white underwear, into the water.

At that time, the young Yunguan was not good at water. She woke up because of choking on water. When she opened her eyes, she was pitch black. It was not until she was unable to struggle and thought she was going to die, but she was forced out of the water by a big hand.

What reflected Yunguan's eyes was the scene of her father fighting with the Feng Shui master. It was the only time she saw Duanmu Chongze losing his composure, and she waved her fists like a young man.

Later, Yunguan found out that it was her father who saved her. If she had been listening to the Feng Shui master, she might have died. But since that time, Yunguan has been afraid of water and is afraid of water. Even if she walks by the river, she is far away from the river, for fear that she will feel the choking of the water when she falls in.

While thinking about the past, she folded a thousand paper ingots. Yunguan called Xueqing to come to the street corner with her, hoping to burn these paper money that contained longing for her father, hoping that her father would have the spiritual power in heaven to guide her to catch the real murderer as soon as possible.

"Master, why don't you let the young master come?" Xue Qing was puzzled. Yuchen obviously wanted to come with them, but Yunguan refused. She felt that it would be reassuring for a man in this scene, and Yuchen missed the master even more.

"I don't want to distract him." Yunguan thought about the old lady's dying instructions while flinching, saying that Youchen lacked yang energy and was not suitable to go to places with heavy yin energy, so that Yunguan was so nervous when he had abdominal pain last time.

Yunguan couldn't tell whether it was the reason why her grandmother felt sorry for Youchen or had a fortune for her, but she would rather believe that she had it because Youchen was the only descendant of the Duanmu clan.

"Master, should I burn paper money first or ingots first?" Xue Qing asked. She couldn't remember which one should be burned first and which one should be burned first and then.

"I broke the ingot, I will definitely recognize it." Yunguan took all the ingots in Xueqing's hand and sprinkled them into the fire. The fire became more and more prosperous and hot. She had experienced many farewells in the past ten years. Seeing her close relatives leave one by one, her heart became more and more tenacious, and she had a scar that would never disappear and was difficult to look at. It was carved into her bones like a breath.

The blazing fire reflected Yunguan's pale face with a slightly red blush. Even the pair of crystal-clear pupils were leaping with flames, one after another, one after another, the burned coins turned into black gray and drifted in the air with sparks. In the late night, people could hear the sound of paper money being burned by fire, and everything seemed so desolate.

Yunguan used a burnt wooden stick to draw a ring outside the flame. The unsealed place was facing Wuchuan, representing the direction where she could express her longing. Then she knelt down and kowtowed three times in that direction. She had never missed Wuchuan like this or Duanmu Chongze.

Xue Qing suddenly covered Yunguan's mouth and pulled her to a dark place in the corner. The sudden movement scared Yunguan so much that she shivered and almost fell into the fire. Fortunately, Xue Qing was still holding her in a stable manner, and the two of them hid in the dark to observe the bright lights in the distance.

"Master, I just saw a man in black jumping into the mansion." Xue Qing tried her best to lower her voice, saying and pointing it to Yunguan.

"Are you sure you read it right?" Yunguan looked carefully in the direction of Xueqing's finger, but no abnormality was found. Besides, it was the back wall of the Huanyi Palace. The newly bought mansion of Yunguan was only separated from the Huanyi Palace by Wang Fu. The place where they burned paper was the wide street next to the Huanyi Palace. This area was full of mansions of princes and nobles. At night, there were few pedestrians on the road. Only this wide intersection was suitable for burning paper to express their longing.

"It must be right. I was afraid that they would notice the fire, so I pulled the master over to hide." Xue Qing's reaction was very quick. When she saw the mysterious black dress, she noticed the danger.

"I don't know if those people are originally from the mansion, or the uninvited guests who broke into the mansion at Ye." Yunguan was a little worried about Shen Yihuan. He was either planning something or being planned by someone else first.

"Master, is that the Huanyi Mansion?" When Xue Qing came back from buying vegetables, she looked at it carefully. The mansion looked a little more luxurious than the Prince's Mansion.

"Well, I didn't want to buy the mansion we live in now, because it was too close to Prince Huanyi's mansion." Yunguan muttered quietly, as if explaining to Xue Qing and enlightening herself.

"Master, do we need to tell the prince?" Xue Qing said kindly. After all, she is a neighbor with the prince. It is normal to help each other to remind each other to be kind to the neighbors.

"We don't know who those people serve, especially the prince's cunning, so we should pretend not to know, so as not to cause disaster." Yunguan thought a lot. She just wanted to live a stable life without wanting to be involved in the storm. Besides, letting Shen Yihuan know that she and him are neighbors may cause unnecessary trouble. Getting close to someone quietly will always make people mistakenly think that they have something to do.

"No matter how you look at Ye Chuangwang Mansion, what if you are a bad person?" Xue Qing frowned worriedly.

"Although King Huanyi was a little injured, he would not be able to do anything. Besides, there are so many slaves, so we can't worry about it if we don't need it." Yunguan couldn't even control Shen Yishuo. He left without saying a word. Why was she still in the mood to care about Shen Yishuo's private affairs?
Chapter completed!