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Chapter 367 Suspecting Yang Yunmo's Identity

Forced to do nothing, Huang Zhenzhen could only serve Yang Yunmo.

It's just that she didn't make it easy for Yang Yunmo. There were a lot of things added to the food, but he avoided it lightly every time, and even moved the food with seasonings in front of her. She mends herself.

If it wasn't for sure that they didn't see her drugging, Huang Zhenzhen would almost have thought that Yang Yunmo had a thousand eyes.

On this day, Yang Yunmo threw another pile of dirty clothes to her for washing.

Huang Zhenzhen simply put his mind on the clothes.

She took the clothes and took them to the river, threw the clothes in the river, stepped on them casually a few times, saw no one was around, dripped the medicine in the medicine bottle on his clothes, and then went back with the clothes.

Her medicine is self-made, colorless and tasteless, as soon as it touches his skin, Yang Yunmo's inner strength will immediately disappear into nothingness.

Not surprisingly, as long as he wears it, her goal will be achieved.

But Xiaolan suddenly appeared and snatched the clothes from her hand.

"Miss Huang, just leave the rough work to Xiaolan, you go and have a rest first."

"Did I say you were making trouble? My clothes are all washed, what are you grabbing, let go."

"Miss Huang, stop joking, there are yellow stains on this white dress, this dress seems to be more... even more..."

"Why, do you think my laundry is not clean enough?"

"Xiao Lan dare not."

"Then go back where it came from. Maybe your master happens to be satisfied with my service."

"Miss Huang, then Xiaolan will dare to say it directly. The young master said that Miss Huang's laundry is not clean, so I ask you to wash it again."

Seeing Huang Zhenzhen's expression dropped.

Xiaolan quickly explained, "Miss Huang, the clothes are actually very clean, but my son has always been obsessed with cleanliness. If there is even a little stain on the clothes, he will not wear them. Miss Huang, take a rest, Xiaolan will help you wash, Xiaolan Lan won't tell Young Master that it was Xiao Lan who washed it."

Before Huang Zhenzhen agreed, Xiaolan went to grab the clothes in her hand again.

Huang Zhenzhen pulled the clothes off.

The medicine on her body is almost used up. If she re-floods the medicine, the medicine on her clothes will also disappear. By then, it won't do any harm, and the medicine will be wasted.

Flipping and pulling it off, the white clothes tore with a hiss.

Xiaolan's face changed, and she knelt down with a plop, "Damn Xiaolan, you ruined the young master's clothes, Miss Huang, can you not tell the young master, the young master will break Xiaolan's hand."

Huang Zhenzhen flattened the torn clothes, and suddenly, she found a hidden seam in the clothes.

Two plum blossoms are embroidered in the gap, one is just about to bloom, and the other is in full bloom.

It's just that the embroidery skills are poor, a little jerky, a little vulgar, and even the stitches are not complete.

When Huang Zhenzhen saw the two plum blossoms, his face was more serious than ever. He looked the two plum blossoms up and down many times.

Why do these two plum blossoms look so familiar?

This style is the plum blossom on the fairy silk red jade hairpin, and she embroidered it for Yu Qingfan before she and Yu Qingfan got married.

This embroidery was clearly done by her stitch by stitch.

She didn't know needlework, so it took a long time to embroider these two plum blossoms.

Huang Zhenzhen's eyes gradually blurred.

She was wearing a white dress, Yu Qingfan's favorite white dress.

Yu Qingfan was always reluctant to wear that dress, and wore it once during their wedding. On the day of their wedding, they met a strong enemy and the clothes were torn during the battle.

The clothes were so torn that they couldn't be mended at all, so she secretly threw the clothes away while Yu Qingfan was away.

Now that she threw it away, how could the two plum blossoms she embroidered by herself appear here?

Huang Zhenzhen checked it again carefully, and found that the two plum blossoms did not match this dress, but seemed to be torn from another piece of cloth.

"Miss Huang, Xiaolan, I beg you. The young master cherishes this dress very much. If the young master knows, Xiaolan... Xiaolan... please don't tell the young master, Miss Huang."

Huang Zhenzhen glanced at Xiaolan meaningfully, threw the clothes in Xiaolan's hands, and walked forward by herself.

In the tearing up just now, Xiaolan seemed to be unintentional, but it was too unintentional, it seemed to be deliberate.

Xiao Lan deliberately wanted her to see the two plum blossoms in the seam of her clothes.

What is he trying to tell her?
Or what does he want to do?
Returning to the thatched hut in a daze, Yang Yunmo was not there, thinking about it, he went to the depths of the plum garden to collect herbs.

Huang Zhenzhen pushed away his room, took a towel, and helped him clean and tidy up the room routinely.

Suddenly, her black and white eyes fixed on his study.

She has been to every room in Nuo Da, but Yang Yunmo in the study room does not let her in.

Thinking of the two strange plum blossoms, Huang Zhenzhen pushed away his study for the first time.

There is nothing special about his study, but a lot of books are elegantly placed, and there is a snow piano by the window.

That Xueqin was exactly the piano he played in Yang Yunmo's hand when she first met her.

Huang Zhenzhen touched Xueqin lightly, and could faintly feel the ancient breath from Xueqin.

"It's a fine piano."

Huang Zhenzhen's fair hand took a book on the shelf at random, and flipped through it lightly with her fingertips. The book contained some common illnesses, and there was nothing particularly unusual.

Just as I was about to put the book down, I didn't expect that there were pages in the book.

Huang Zhenzhen opened the folder, but saw a note in the book, which said, true and false, like a dream.

She didn't know what these eight characters meant.

But she is very familiar with the free and easy and soft handwriting of this regular script.

This is Xiao Fanfan's handwriting.

Exactly the same handwriting.

Even if Yang Yunmo is Xiao Fanfan's real brother, there is no reason why his handwriting is exactly the same as Xiao Fanfan's.

Huang Zhenzhen took two steps in three steps, came to the desk, and opened Yang Yunmo's calligraphy.

These handwriting are strong and powerful, full of domineering, completely different from the handwriting on the note.

Huang Zhenzhen flipped through a lot of calligraphy and paintings on the table, annotating that every word was powerful, domineering and unrestrained, and none of the words was the same as the handwriting on the note.

True or false, like a dream?
What do you mean?
Are these eight characters left by Xiao Fanfan to Yang Yunmo?

Huang Zhenzhen put the note back into the folder, and searched a lot on the bookshelf, but found no clues.

Instead, a maple leaf was found in a dark cell.

Huang Zhenzhen's eyes froze.

Tremblingly turned the maple leaf over.

On the back of the maple leaf, there is a trace of a fingernail.

Huang Zhenzhen staggered, barely holding on to the window lattice, and then stood firm.

This maple leaf belongs to Xiaofanfan.

At that time, his jade flute was gone, and he used a maple leaf to play the killing song, defeating the enemy invisible.

And this is where the fingernail pointed, she accidentally scratched it.

How could there be so many small things on Yang Yunmo's body?

If it's expensive, it's okay.

This maple leaf is everywhere in the street, and there is nothing special about it. What is he doing with this maple leaf?
Together with those two crookedly embroidered plum blossoms that are almost invisible, what are they doing?
(End of this chapter)