Jiao Luan

Chapter 119 The Secret in the Insole
Naturally, Cheng Wei would not say to King Nan'an: Lord, don't laugh, you are poisoned.

She quietly rubbed the back of her hand with the veil, then squeezed the veil tightly, staring at the dragonfly on the veil.

"Sorry." King Nan'an finally stopped coughing.

Cheng Wei didn't expect King Nan'an to be so polite, raised his eyes to meet his calm gaze, and suddenly felt apologetic in his heart.

Counting it, King Nan'an helped her twice, but she saw that he was poisoned, but she dared not say it.

"Little girl, did you scare you?" King Nan'an's voice was soft and slow, with a low voice typical of a man of this age.

With such a gentle and mellow voice, I don't know how many women will feel their hearts pounding and their imaginations running wild when they hear it, but Cheng Wei understands that with King Nan'an's physical condition, he won't be able to bear it soon, and will cough again.

"No, anyone who has a bad throat will cough." Cheng Wei felt a little uncomfortable, wishing she could go to Huairenbo's mansion right away.

The king of Nan'an was kind to her, but she didn't dare to talk nonsense, maybe he could be cured in the future, but she still didn't dare to treat her.

This feeling is really not so pleasant.

King Nan'an seemed to have noticed the change in Cheng Wei's mood, and changed the subject with a smile: "Your brother should end today, right?"

When I asked this question, the little girl on the opposite side was not only not interested, but her expression froze, and it was only after a while that she uttered the word "yes".

The king of Nan'an was completely lost.

Is the mood of a little girl at this age already so unpredictable?
Or is she only interested in talking about rouge gouache... oh, and mutton soup?

King Nan'an sighed softly.

It seems he is old!

Originally, seeing the little girl sitting in his car with a terrified expression, he was afraid that she would be even more disturbed, so he chatted a few words to relieve her tension.

Now he can see that the little girl is not nervous, she just doesn't want to talk to him!

The heartbroken King of Nan'an Chengcheng smiled slightly, then closed his eyes, and counted the rosary beads, pinching one bead with each breath, with a peaceful expression, which showed that he was used to counting.

Cheng Wei finally made it to Huairenbo Mansion in this peaceful atmosphere.

She bid farewell to King Nan'an and went straight to Feixuju, unaware that someone had already reported the news of her being sent back by King Nan'an to Mrs. Meng, Mrs. Huairenbo.

"What, the third girl was sent back by King Nan'an?"

The woman who tipped off the news nodded repeatedly: "Lady, it's absolutely true. Last time the prince sent the second wife, mother and daughter back home, the old slave remembered the prince's car, and there are two colorful glazed lamps hanging on the wall of the car."

This can't be wrong.

Mrs. Meng's eyes flickered, and she told Ah Fu: "Go to Feixuju and invite the third girl."

"Yes."

After Ah Fu went out, the old lady waved to Cheng Yao, who was in a daze: "Yaoer, please give me another massage."

Cheng Yao came back to her senses and said with a gentle smile, "Yes."

She walked around behind Mrs. Meng's back, put her hands on her forehead, and began to knead slowly.

Mrs. Meng sighed comfortably: "Yao'er, your massage skills are getting better and better. Now I can't sleep without you. If this continues, grandma will be reluctant to marry you."

Cheng Yao clapped her hands and said with a quick smile: "Then the granddaughter will not marry and will serve grandma for the rest of her life."

"How can it be, you are so filial, grandma will definitely find you a good one."

"grandmother--"

Mrs. Meng was in a good mood and laughed.

Cheng Wei almost ran all the way back to Feixu's residence, entered the east room, opened the bottom drawer of the chest of drawers, dumped all the odds and ends on the couch, and found the pair of insoles.

The stitches are fairly fine, one is embroidered with small fish, the other is embroidered with clouds, and in the corner of each insole, a dragonfly is embroidered as usual.

This is the insole that she sewed for her second brother stitch by stitch for several days.

"Huanyan, bring the scissors!"

After a while, Huanyan handed over the scissors: "Girl, here you are."

Cheng Wei took the scissors, lifted the insole, closed his eyes, and cut along the insole.

The first half of the insole fell off, Cheng Wei reached out to catch it, and held it in front of his eyes.

At the break, white silk is exposed.

With trembling fingers, Cheng Wei pulled out the half of the white silk inch by inch, and unfolded it carefully.

The words on the white silk are as small as mosquitoes: the government of civil and military affairs is in the policy.If its people survive, then its political actions.When a person dies, his government will die...

Even though she had a premonition, Cheng Wei still felt as if a basin of water just from a hole in the ice poured down from the top of her head, and it froze instantly, making her unable to breathe.

She almost gave this pair of insoles to her second brother!
And with the love that the second brother showed her, no matter who gave the best insoles, as long as she gave it to her, the second brother would definitely wear her!

The nightmare that I have never wanted to recall played back in my mind.

Cheng Wei still can't understand, the elder brother who protects her in front of him, but lets himself go through his heart with ten thousand arrows, did he finish high school in this spring?

In the past, when Cheng Wei recalled that nightmare, he didn't care to pay attention to it, but now, he already has the answer in his heart.

If those nightmares were supposed to happen, what was she like at 14?

Sisterhood is deep and trusting.

Look, she is so stupid, so stupid that she pushed the brother she cared most into the abyss with a pair of insoles.

Cheng Wei covered her mouth, feeling her heart was firmly grasped by invisible big hands, she could hardly breathe, and tears fell down.

Why would the second brother use his life to protect her like that!
At this moment, Cheng Wei could hardly bear the sudden longing and fear, wishing that Cheng Che was right in front of him, holding onto him tightly, never letting go.

"Girl—" Thrush's voice came from the door, "Sister Ah Fu is here, and she said that the old lady invited you to come over."

With his back to the door, Cheng Wei grabbed Bai Ling and straightened his back: "Understood, tell Ah Fu to wait a while."

Ah Fu's arrival wakes Cheng Wei up, and she opens Bai Ling to look at it again.

This time, what she looked at was not the content on the white silk, but the handwriting.

The handwriting is very small, but it can be seen that this is not Cheng Yao's handwriting.

How can this be?

From the day of her birthday when Cheng Yao came to ask her second brother the size with a pair of exquisite insoles, step by step, it was clearly Cheng Yao who had already thought about it, she just expected that when she saw her pair of insoles, she would personally make a pair for her second brother .

Most of the maids serving the girls in the uncle's house are literate, but they are only able to read. This kind of white silk, writing such small characters neatly and clearly requires a very deep foundation. Cheng Wei doesn't think anyone has this ability.

Could it be that there are still people who cooperate with Cheng Yao?

Cheng Wei shook his head.

No, Cheng Yao, who is so careful and careful, dares to do such a thing, will never let the second person know.

Cheng Wei pinched half of the white silk, puzzled, and ordered Huanyan: "Bring me some hot water."

His eyes casually glanced at the "Water Mirror" on the bedside, and he couldn't help but stop, and the fire and light suddenly became clear.

This hand-copied "Shui Jing Ji", the second brother used his left hand, how could he know that Cheng Yao could not use his left hand!

Wrapping the white silk and the insole carefully, Cheng Wei hid it in the most suitable place, then washed his face and washed his hands, followed Ah Fu to Nian Song Tang.

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