The gentleman is knocking on the door

Chapter 38 To Dream
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The middle-aged woman sighed and persuaded: "Sister Bai, it's not a problem for you to be bored in the Buddhist hall all day like this. You can also go out and talk to the villagers occasionally, so that the villagers can take a look at you, so you can rest assured, isn't it?" ?”

Mi Congcong watched his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and listened quietly, trying to reduce his sense of existence, and secretly pondering what the two of them had said.

According to what they said, the death of that male ghost is also related to the villagers of Chenjiazhuang?
It's just that Mrs. Chen's tone didn't contain any resentment other than grief. Could there be something unknown about it?
Mi Congcong was secretly speculating about the male ghost, but Mrs. Chen obviously didn't intend to continue the topic, and asked Mi Congcong, "I don't know what the little Taoist chief wants to do with my old woman?"

When Mrs. Chen was talking, she kept turning the prayer beads in her hands. Since Liang'er passed away, she moved into this side yard. She rarely sees guests, but she still wants to give Xiuhong face, because Xiuhong More than ten years ago, he saved Liang'er's life.

Mi Congcong raised his eyes and glanced at Xiuhong, who smiled knowingly and got up: "Sister Bai, I'm going to offer incense sticks to Mengliang."

Seeing Mrs. Chen nodding, the maid beside her Qiaoxiang smiled and said to Xiuhong: "Aunt Xiuhong, please come with your servant."

Seeing that Xiuhong and the maid left Mrs. Chen alone without any precautions, Mi Congcong finally understood what the male ghost Chen Mengliang wanted her to wear.

People in this dynasty believed in ghosts and gods, so who would suspect that a Taoist priest had bad intentions?
"It's just the two of us now, if the Taoist priest has something to say, you might as well speak up." Old Master Chen looked calm, and his attitude was obviously much more alienated than when he was facing Xiuhong.

Mi Congcong looked at her fixedly, and said in a low voice, "Madam, your son wants to see you."

With a "snap", Mrs. Chen's expression changed, and the Buddhist beads in her hand fell to the ground.

"You... what did you say?" Mrs. Chen opened her mouth, tears flashed in her cloudy eyes, she stood up tremblingly, she didn't know if she was frightened or excited?

Mi Congcong was terrified when he saw it, and was about to go over to help her, when he saw Mrs. Chen was thinking of something, she paused, put away her tears, and sternly shouted: "Okay, you crazy stick, you actually ran to my place Come to deceive, to be honest, who ordered you to come?!"

Caring makes chaos, she has to calm down!
She can no longer be tricked!
"Old lady, what's the matter?" A maid's worried voice came from outside the hall.

Facing the hostility and hatred in Mrs. Chen's eyes, Mi Congcong felt bad, and hurriedly lowered his voice and said, "Old lady, your son made a hairpin for you in 'Xuanbao Pavilion' three years ago, but it's a pity that he was here Something happened a few days before your birthday, so the hairpin is still in the 'Xuanbao Pavilion'. If you don't believe me, you can go to the 'Xuanbao Pavilion' and ask if you can get the hairpin back. "

Mrs. Chen was startled at first, and then stared at Mi Congcong with stern eyes: "My Liang'er had an accident a few days before my birthday, and everyone in the village knows it. I don't care where you are from. I advise you not to have anything. Dirty thoughts, don't get involved in the right and wrong of our Chenjia Village, my old lady is old, but the folks in our Chenjiazhuang are not easy to bully!"

"Old Madam, are you alright?" The maid did not get a response from Madam Chen, and her anxious voice came again.

"Old madam, your son wants you to be careful of the big maid beside you, Qiaoyuan." Seeing that old madam Chen looked like she was about to call for someone to take her down, Mi Congcong glanced out, and lowered his voice again: "Anyway, I have already brought it, it’s up to the old lady to believe it or not.”

After speaking, Mi Congcong didn't seem to see the shock on Mrs. Chen's face, and got up to leave.

At this moment, a big maid rushed into the hall worriedly, and was greatly relieved to see Mrs. Chen standing there safe and sound.

Mrs. Chen's face darkened, and she asked, "Who let you in?"

The eldest maid looked up in astonishment at Mrs. Chen who suddenly lost her temper, and then at the string of Buddhist beads at Mrs. Chen's feet, a dark light flashed in her eyes, and she knelt down: "Qiaoyuan broke the rules, Please also punish the old lady."

Mi Congcong narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, this girl is Qiaoyuan!

"Forget it, you are also worried about me, how can I punish you? Go down and make a cup of tea for the Taoist priest." Mrs. Chen returned to her normal expression in an instant, and said to Qiaoyuan peacefully.

The speed at which Mrs. Chen changed her face made Mi Congcong smack his tongue. This Mrs. Chen's morality is not shallow at first glance.

"Yes, servant girl is going now." Qiaoyuan bowed her head and exited the side hall.

Hearing the sound of footsteps going away, Mrs. Chen sat back on the chair with her eyes straightened, and she lost her mind for a while before she spoke: "Xiao Daoist, please talk to my old woman again, I haven't had outsiders here for a long time."

As soon as Mrs. Chen opened her mouth, she told Mi Congcong which temple or nunnery she had donated money for sesame oil this year, or which town in the surrounding area built bridges and opened roads, and how much money she had donated. Don't think about it, but when another maid named Qiaoxiang came in, Mi Congcong immediately fell in admiration for Mrs. Chen.

"How?" Mrs. Chen asked in a cold voice when she saw Qiaoxiang coming in.

"Old madam, just now when the servant saw Qiaoyuan leaving the side hall, she told the little girl to make tea, and she lay down outside the side hall to eavesdrop. The servant was afraid that she would hear something she shouldn't have heard, so she came out from the dark. As soon as she saw the servant girl, she smiled and said that she would make tea for the Taoist leader."

"Finally, it's revealed." Mrs. Chen's face darkened, and she wasn't worried that Qiaoyuan would hear their conversation, because the side hall had a good view, and if they didn't speak very loudly, they couldn't really hear them from outside.

Mi Congcong met Mrs. Chen's gaze indifferently: "If Mrs. Chen believes in me, then come with me, if not, then I will go back too."

Mrs. Chen said to Qiaoxiang without even thinking about it: "Go and catch Qiaoyuan, I'll go out with Xiuhong and the leader of the trail."

"Yes, old lady." Qiaoxiang went out without asking any further questions.

Mrs. Chen showed a mixed smile to Mi Congcong: "Does the little Daoist think that I am strange, turning my face as fast as turning a book?"

Mi Congcong twitched the corner of his lips: "Mrs. Chen is not an ignorant woman. I don't think it's strange that you can trust me."

Mi Congcong saw that Mrs. Chen was unusual, so she was not surprised, but her calmness surprised Mrs. Chen.

Mrs. Chen sighed: "Actually, when my Liang'er just passed away, there will be a dream entrusted to me, so that I can realize it carefully, but I'm not sure how real this dream is, and I don't want to be wronged because I miss my son too much. Qiaoyuan, that's why Qiaoxiang was allowed to monitor her. However, Qiaoyuan has always been very calm and dedicated to me in the past few years. I was hesitating whether to let Qiaoxiang give up monitoring her. coming……"

Mrs. Chen paused at this point, as if she was trying to control her emotions: "Xiao Daoist, take me to see Liang'er now."

(End of this chapter)