After the marriage, the sick and weak husband fell off the horse

Lin Jingrong knew that Xie Chunchao was deliberately testing him, so he pretended to think and said,

"Angelica."

Xie Chunchao looked surprised, "Why do you think it's her?"

Lin Jingrong explained rationally, "You have a kind-hearted nature and rarely make enemies with others. She is probably the person who hates you the most in Shanngling."

Xie Chunchao didn't believe it was Bai Zhi. In her impression, whether in dreams or reality, she seemed to be just a woman who relied on Ning Heng.

If she said she had no scheming, that was certainly not true, but Xie Chunchao did not think she would have the courage or means to plan this matter.

The carriage drove slowly, Xie Chunchao leaned against the soft wall of the carriage with his eyes closed, and he really fell asleep as he swayed.

"Chun Chao, wake up, we are here."

A soft, familiar voice rang in her ears, and she felt someone tapping her shoulder.

She opened her eyes hazily, and Lin Jingrong was looking at her with smiling eyes. Seeing that she was awake, he turned to lift the car curtain and said warmly, "We are here."

Xie Chunchao calmed down, and the lush greenery and the sounds of roosters and dogs rushed towards her, mixed with a few crisp bird calls.

Lin Jingrong led her out of the carriage, and she looked around. The green brick houses reflected the water, and the distant mountains were as dark as black and the road was sloping. It looked much better here than she had imagined.

The movement at the door had already attracted the attention of the villagers. The bright red wooden door opened from the inside, and a thin old woman who was over fifty years old walked out.

Her defensive eyes turned into intimacy and love when she saw Lin Jingrong, "Young Master, why are you back?"

She said and walked forward quickly, as if she thought of something again, her eyes became particularly worried, "Did she make Mrs. Wang unhappy?" Was she driven back?

"It doesn't matter if you come back. Although Zhuangzi is not as prosperous as Shanngling, it is better than being down-to-earth. You won't be hungry even if you have grandma here."

Lin Jingrong smiled and said, "I didn't make Mrs. Wang unhappy."

"I came back with my wife for a visit this time."

As Lin Jingrong spoke, he looked at Xie Chunchao beside him and introduced, "Mammy, this is my new wife."

After he finished speaking, he explained in a low voice in Xie Chunchao's ear, "This is Aunt Zhang who has watched me grow up since I was a child."

When Grandma Zhang heard this, she was even more delighted, "Is this the legendary princess? She is really as beautiful as a flower, like a character in a painting."

Xie Chunchao was enthusiastically invited into the village by Granny Zhang. In addition to her, there were seven or eight servants living in the village who took care of the households and farmland for the Lin family.

Xie Chunchao looked around Zhuangzi. Perhaps it had been burned by fire before, so many of the buildings inside Zhuangzi were very new.

She learned a lot of interesting things about Lin Jingrong's childhood from Aunt Zhang and others, and they were no different from what Lin Jingrong said herself.

"It's a pity that the fire burned almost all of the young master's books." Grandma Zhang sighed, "That's a whole room full of books."

Lin Jingrong comforted him, "It doesn't matter. I have read and noted those books. If you burn them, just burn them. As long as everything is alright."

Everything here seems to have no problems, and Lin Jingrong has never been absent from his life.

She looked at the sycamore tree with new leaves outside the house and thought to herself, is she really overthinking?

But...how should we explain the man in black that night?
Could it be her eyesight?

She sat in the room for a while and then felt suffocated. She got up and walked around the yard. After walking a few steps, she suddenly saw a small room in the corner of the village. The dilapidated door and wall were incompatible with the newly built wall behind it.She couldn't help but become curious about it, and asked the girl passing by, "Where is that place? Why is it locked?"

The girl shook her head and said, "I don't know, it's been locked since I came here. I heard that people have died inside, which is unlucky."

After the girl left, Xie Chunchao became more and more curious about this place. She stepped forward and looked at the talisman posted on the door that was about to fade. It seemed that the person who died inside did not die normally.

Xie Chunchao is very courageous, and she is more afraid of people than mysterious stories about gods and ghosts.

The soft white fingertips scratched the rusty copper lock, and Xie Chunchao asked in a low voice, "Yun Xie, can you open it?"

"can."

Xie Chunchao took a step back. Yun Xie's slender hands tightly grasped the copper lock. With a strong pull, the already rusty copper lock broke into two halves in an instant.

She pushed open the dusty wooden door, dust was everywhere, and the sunlight illuminated the small room. There was only a table and a bed in the small space.

There was dust everywhere in the house, and there were still large areas of black material on the ground. Xie Chunchao still didn't know what it was.

She lowered her head to take a closer look, then her expression changed and she almost vomited.

This thick layer underground is actually...!
It turned out to be the corpse of an insect.

Yun Xie also felt a little nauseous and whispered, "Princess, please don't go in. Can I help you go in and take a look?"

Xie Chunchao held his chest and calmed down for a moment, then shook his head, "I'll go by myself. If I'm even afraid of dead bugs, how can I protect my family in the future?"

Yun Xie didn't say anything after hearing this. In fact, she didn't understand why the princess suddenly became so hard-working. She could obviously be protected and pampered, and she wouldn't have to be exposed to these things or suffer unnecessary suffering in her whole life.

But she didn't ask. As a qualified slave, she would do whatever her master said.

Xie Chunchao raised her feet and crossed the threshold. Her feet seemed to have stepped on beans or crispy fried potato chips. There seemed to be the sound of insect corpses being crushed by her in her ears.

She tried not to let herself think about the insects under her feet, but concentrated on looking at the room.

The gray walls are mottled, and you can vaguely see that the paint on the outside has peeled off, revealing the whitened wood core inside.

She looked for a while and suddenly noticed that there seemed to be writing on the wall. She thought about it, took out a piece of silk handkerchief and dusted the wall.

The dust dispersed, and the words behind the wall were vaguely visible. Although many of the words were not clearly visible due to the long distance, one could still guess the words above based on the remaining words.

Mo...Jing...rong...what...change, mouth...is...the old...sun, inch? …

Don’t…for now….

Xie Chunchao was making a careful identification when he heard a gentle male voice coming from the direction of the door.

"Don't be surprised that your face and temples have changed, it's just the old heart."

"Don't give me your hard work for the time being, and I hope you won't miss the best of times."

Xie Chunchao looked back in surprise. Lin Jingrong smiled softly against the light. His whole body was covered with a light golden color, like a god descending to earth.
"This is a poem my father wrote to my mother."

As he spoke, he slowly walked into the house and stroked the words carved on the wall, "These words were also carved by my mother."

"Don't be surprised that your face and temples have changed, it's just the old heart. Don't thank us for the time being, and don't miss your best wishes." Xie Chunchao read these four short poems gently, and suddenly asked in shock, "Is this also the origin of your name?" (this chapter) over)