Dong Gong Mei

"What's the big deal?" Mrs. Hou asked casually while wiping his wet hair.

"You don't know about this." The young master lowered his voice, "Shen Yuqing has a daughter!"

"Isn't this something that has been spread for more than ten years?" Mrs. Hou rubbed her husband's hair and said dumbfoundedly, "Who knows if it's true! Maybe it's just someone who likes to gossip!"

"No." The young master grabbed her hand, with a seriousness on his face that she had never seen before, "I really have a daughter, she is 17 years old! Moreover, she is back now!"

"what?"

The young master looked serious: "That girl is back, I saw it with my own eyes! Right at Zhuque Gate, she broke out and stopped Zhao Ziyi's carriage... Sigh, tell me, what should we do about this matter? If Yunjiao Got it, why don't we make a mess again?"

"Don't worry." Mrs. Hou is always the one who makes up her mind, she thought for a while, "Don't let mother know for now, since this girl is back, she must never leave again, so let the Zhao family Let's make a fuss."

"Ugh."

After dinner that night, Mrs. Hou always felt that her heart was in a state of turmoil, as if there was something unfinished.

After washing, she was sitting in front of the dressing table when she suddenly remembered something.

That bible book that she had forgotten!

She wanted to see what was going on!

She hurriedly found the brocade box, carefully opened the lock, and nervously took out the scroll, opened it, and laid it flat.

While the candlelight was jumping, eight new small characters appeared on some yellowed paper:

"Son returns home, IKEA IKEA"

Madam Hou was so frightened that she let out an "ah" and almost screamed out.

wrong!

Mrs. Hou kept comforting herself: That girl only recognizes her ancestors and returns to her clan, so why talk about marriage?

It can be seen that not everything can be predicted in this book...

However, within two days, the young master came back from duty and stepped through the door and said, "That girl may be marrying into the palace!"

"What did you say?!" Madam Hou's face turned pale.

That night, she completely lost sleep.

She really couldn't figure out that a book that Shen Yuqing gave as a gift could predict events in advance, and even if it was true, wouldn't this book be a real treasure?How could he just give it to her?

She and Shen Yuqing have a normal relationship!

This...can't be bewitched?

Mrs. Hou tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. After some time, she had a strange dream.

The bamboo shadow swayed, and the moonlight was clear.

A woman stood under the bamboo shadow, smiling faintly at her.

"Miss Shen!" She hurriedly called out, wanting to ask what happened to the manuscript, but she couldn't say a complete sentence.

Shen Yuqing was still smiling lightly, and with a smile, his body floated up, like a puff of smoke, which disappeared out of thin air in the blink of an eye.

"Shen Yuqing!" Madam Hou was anxious, and finally shouted out: "Tell me, what happened to the book that day!"

"Ma'am, ma'am! Wake up, wake up!" Her shoulders were shaken vigorously, Madam Hou opened her eyes suddenly, and saw her husband's expression of incredulity: "What did you just dream about? What heavenly book? What Shen Yuqing? Did you dream of Shen Yuqing? Why did you dream of her?"

"..." Madam Hou has never been so scared in her life.

Her face was pale, covered in cold sweat, she touched her chest in shock, and finally told the secret: "Many years ago, Shen Yuqing gave me a book from heaven, which can predict destiny..."

"Predict the destiny..." Zhao Xiwei finally pressed his finger on the copper button after listening to Mrs. Hou's long narration.

"Open it and have a look, and you'll know." Madam Hou took a sip of her tea and moistened her throat, "You'll know I didn't lie to you after you read it."

As the sun goes down, the sky is full of sunset, and the afterglow obliquely penetrates the carved window, a golden shattering light.

Facing the light slightly, Zhao Xi pressed the copper button with a "click" and took out the scroll.

Slowly spread it flat, present it in front of you, and then unfold it.

First page, second page, third page...

As Mrs. Hou said, three prophecies suddenly came into view.

"August Bingwu, gold seal and purple clothes."

"The son returns home, and the IKEA room is IKEA."

"There will be disasters and injuries, and children will die..."

On the yellowed paper, the handwriting is clear and strong, and under each sentence of "prophecy", the date is marked in small letters.

As for the latest prophecy, the handwriting is obviously different from the previous two sentences.

Zhao Xiwei stared at the words and frowned tightly.It is strange to say that this matter is strange, but if it is said that there are ghosts and spirits, she does not quite believe it.

If you have seen many conspiracies and tricks, you will know that the human heart is more complicated than ghosts and gods.

Although she believes that Madam Hou is not a bad person, who can be sure that this is not part of the bad person's design?

The Princess Mansion is not a secret place. It is not difficult at all to place a spy next to Mrs. Hou and find the right time to write secretly.

However, if all this is really manipulated by someone secretly, then this person is hiding too deeply.

It has been [-] or [-] years since Shen Yuqing left the capital and started the layout.

Hidden for 18 years, laying the groundwork step by step, just to kill Xu Yunjiao's child?

Zhao Xiwei always felt that things were not like this.

But what was going on, she couldn't figure it out for a while.

While in a daze, Madam Hou suddenly let out a low voice: "Then... what is that?" She covered her mouth with one hand, "Again, it appeared again!"

"What?" Zhao Xi raised his head slightly.

"Words, words, words..." Mrs. Hou pointed at the scroll, her eyes widened, "There are words on it again!"

"What word?" Zhao Xiwei followed her finger and looked down at the paper.

The evening wind came through the hall, blowing the pages of the book and rattling.

The words "Children died in the air" lay quietly under her palm.On the other side, under the curled up paper, half hidden, revealing a faint "disaster".

Zhao Xiwei quickly raised his hand, turned the pages of the book, and couldn't help being stunned.

And Mrs. Hou covered her mouth tightly, for fear that she would scream out.

The eyes of both of them were fixed on the scroll, and they didn't even dare to blink their eyelashes, for fear that if they lost their minds, they might make a mistake.

At this moment, on the white paper that was empty just now, dots of thick ink are gradually disappearing and appearing.

Under their unblinking gaze, they formed eight characters in clear handwriting:
"Duanyang in May brings disaster to Xiao Qiang."

The last stroke, the ink is thick, and there seems to be a faint fragrance of ink.

Madam Hou had cold sweat on her forehead. She grabbed the edge of the table and asked in a trembling voice, "Does this handwriting resemble Shen Yuqing's?"

"It looks like it does." Zhao Xiwei picked up the manuscript, checked it over and over, and answered Mrs. Hou's question, "But I always feel that this is not my mother's own handwriting..."

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The name of the last chapter is wrong, but I don't have permission to modify it...