Chapter 68 The Night is Getting Darker
Chapter 68 The Night is Getting Darker
The young man's face turned pale, but he was not angry. Instead, he looked at Cuicui with a soft heart, stretched out his hand and slowly pulled Cuicui's hand away.
"Sister Cuicui, you are tired."
Hearing this, Cuicui finally couldn't hold back any longer and squatted on the ground crying sadly.
The old nanny apologized, "I don't want to disturb the young master, but today the people from the weaving house came to investigate... that person's affairs, and wanted to come and see her former yard..."
The young master seemed to be quite reasonable and nodded, "That makes sense."
He turned to Liu Sheng and the others and said openly, "You can go in and see for yourselves. I have nothing to hide. I want you to know that I, Wen Xuanning, am not the thief that others say I am."
The last sentence was said to Cuicui.
Miss Wen's former residence was naturally exquisite and luxurious, and the spacious courtyard also had a martial arts training ground. There was no trace of Miss Wen in the two-story embroidery building, and all of them belonged to the young people.
While Fu Ze and Liao Chengpeng were being searched by Cuicui, Liu Sheng quietly asked the old nanny who the young man was.
Although the old lady felt that the young man's identity was a bit embarrassing, she had to say it.
It turns out that Wen Xuanning is actually Miss Wen's half-brother, and his mother's identity is unknown.
Although it has been discouraged for men to have three wives and four concubines since the time of the Empress, it has not been able to stop some stubborn people who respect their ancestral system.
After Miss Wen's father had this son, he treasured him very much and kept him by his side to raise him. It was not until this year that he allowed him to return to Qinghe to live for a while in order to become Mr. Nangong's disciple and concentrate on preparing for the imperial examination.
Therefore, most people in Qinghe only know that the Wen family has a Miss Wen, but they don’t know that Miss Wen also has a younger brother.
"So, what's going on with this stealing of cultivation?"
The old nanny scolded, "Don't listen to that little hoof's nonsense. How can one steal cultivation? It just happened that on the day when Miss Wen lost her cultivation, Young Master Wen just happened to have a breakthrough."
What a coincidence?
After asking what he wanted to know, Liu Sheng also joined the ranks of exploring the mysterious energy.
But after everyone walked around in a circle, it was already completely dark and they still found nothing.
It is indeed consistent with what Wen Xuanning said, there is nothing suspicious here.
After all, with this spirit gathering formation cleansing day and night, any traces of evil spirits won't stay for long.
……
Wen Xuanning politely escorted everyone out of the yard and asked the servant to close the gate.
The servant rubbed his aching back and said with a sad face, "Master, they are just some small fry from the weaving house who don't even have a rank. You don't have to beat them so cruelly, right?"
Wen Xuanning squinted and said, "If you don't know when to speak and when not to, just tear your mouth."
"What's wrong, young master? Has Mingde gotten into trouble again?" At this moment, a beautiful maid in a pink jacket happened to walk out of the house, covering her mouth with her hands and smiling sweetly.
"This brat almost brought up my identity again." Wen Xuanning slapped Mingde on the back of the head in annoyance.
"Ouch! Master! Don't hit me on the head. I'm stupid to begin with." Mingde exaggeratedly covered the back of his head and shouted, "I just don't understand. Your identity is known to everyone in the Wen Mansion, and everyone in Chang'an knows it. Why can't you tell me?"
Wen Xuanning shook his head: "It's just someone we only met once, there's no need to know so much."
He sighed and looked up at the face of God shining in the night sky.
"I just don't know what happened to my sister. May the Supreme God bless her. I hope the people in the weaving house can really clear my sister's name..."
He clasped his hands together and prayed, his face full of worry, it was obvious that he truly loved his sister.
The maid comforted him, "Don't worry, young master. Miss Wen is blessed by heaven."
Wen Xuanning sighed, "I hope so...where are those people now?"
A deep male voice came from the roof, answering: "Master, I saw them heading towards the ancestral hall."...
According to Cuicui, when Miss Wen was in the Wen Mansion, she would go to the ancestral hall to burn incense for the old lady every morning, without exception.
"Miss Wen has a good relationship with the old lady, right?" Liu Sheng asked.
Cuicui nodded: "The young lady was brought up by the old lady, and the affection between us is deep and unmatched. Last year, the old lady was seriously ill and passed away. That was the first time I saw the young lady cry."
Liu Sheng remembered that Wen Weilan once said that she started having strange dreams when she fell asleep in the ancestral hall while paying homage to her grandmother last month.
It seems that there might be something in this ancestral hall.
So everyone followed Cuicui to the ancestral hall, while Nanny Wang and the maidservants followed behind helplessly.
The entrance to the ancestral hall is right in front of us, with pine and cypress trees on both sides and a pool of clear water at the entrance. In the pool, there is a stone-carved dragon turtle guarding several koi carps.
"What are you doing?" Fu Ze suddenly turned around and grabbed the old lady's hand.
I saw the old lady holding a spiritual message in her hand, with a faint light flashing, as if she was contacting someone.
The old nanny's eyes flickered, but she couldn't struggle in Fu Ze's hands: "Old slave, I'm just asking the butler if I can go to the ancestral hall! The ancestral hall is an important place for the Wen family, and it enshrines all the ancestors. If the old master knows about it, he will definitely be unhappy, and then I will be the one who will be punished!"
The maid next to her also trembled and responded, "Yes, Madam Zhao just wanted to be cautious. If the old master said that you can enter, then there will be no problem."
Liu Sheng glanced at the two of them, then turned to look at the flickering candlelight in the ancestral hall, feeling a little uneasy.
They always felt that there was something waiting for them inside.
Cuicui snorted coldly: "I don't know when the Wen Mansion has become so sneaky. I want to see if the thing that harmed the young lady is in there!"
Having said that, she walked straight towards the ancestral hall.
Liu Sheng was silent for a moment, his eyes determined. He signaled to Fu Ze and Liao Chengpeng, then followed them to the ancestral hall.
The old nanny and the maid hesitated and ultimately did not follow.
Walk across the pond filled with starlight and divine light from the sky, and slowly step into the ancestral hall.
Inside the ancestral hall, after passing the patio, the first thing that catches your eye is the wall full of tablets of the Wen family’s ancestors, with incense burners and offerings on the altar.
Cuicui stood in the ancestral hall and respectfully took three incense sticks from the altar, lit them on the candlestick, bowed, and then inserted the incense into the incense burner.
"The tablet in the middle is the old lady's." Cuicui pointed, tears in her eyes, and murmured in a low voice, "If the old lady were still alive, how could the young lady end up in such a miserable and lonely situation..."
She raised her sleeves to wipe away her tears.
Sleeves down.
Before my eyes was a wilderness shrouded in darkness.
Under my feet was a dirt road that led to nowhere, and all around me was blurry darkness.
When did she come here?
Somehow, the scene before me was very familiar.
Cuicui suddenly felt cold all over, and she remembered what the young lady had said.
So, the lady was really harmed by a strange creature?
So... the lady is really not a ghost?
But what should she do now?
Just as Cuicui was at a loss, she felt a sinking sensation on her back.
A pair of thin, pale, cold arms had already wrapped around her neck.
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