"One...one...one...one...one Taoist priest, he...he is dead?"

The room was quiet, Huang's voice was desolate and cold, trembling like the shaking leaves in the cold wind of winter.

Chen Tong's eyes swept across Huang's face and looked at the pot of Phalaenopsis on the windowsill.

"Yes, it's Taoist Master Yiqing. Does my mother know him?"

"No, no, don't know." Huang realized his incompetence and pretended to be calm, but his hands on his knees were trembling. "My mother just thinks this name sounds familiar. Maybe it's because you or Fangfei said it."

"Then you may have remembered it wrong. Fangfei and I have only seen him. We shouldn't talk about him to you. You should have heard from Mrs. Li next door. Mr. Li and Taoist Master Yiqing are both aides to the royal family."

"Yes, look at my mother's memory, I heard Mrs. Li talk about it." Huang's forehead was already sweating. She wanted to wipe it with a veil, but her hands were trembling, and she could not remove the silk veil that was just put on her palm when she sat down.

"Well, I think so. You must have heard Mrs. Li say. Oh, Taoist Master Yiqing died so miserable. He was stabbed in the front and back of his chest, and died alone in the ruined temple. If the old doctor had not collected his body, he would have become a wild dog fox's belly."

Chen Tong whispered lightly, like all the girls of this age, telling her mother the gossip she heard from the street. Her eyes were as clear as the spring water, and she didn't seem to see Huang's increasingly pale face.

"You said, did you say that the Taoist priest died alone in the ruined temple? Is there no one around him?" Huang's originally trembling voice suddenly became sad and loud. This was the first time Chen Tong heard Huang speak in such a tone.

"Yes, there was no one around him when the Taoist priest was discovered. He was not dead yet. The old doctor looked at him and died. I was there at that time. The Taoist priest had wide eyes and his eyes were protruding, like a kind of goldfish I had seen in Zhangjiayuan. Alas, when I saw him in the palace, he had a little disciple beside him. The little disciple was about as old as me. Taoist Yiqing loved him very much and took him with him wherever he went. For some reason, this time the little disciple was not with him. If there was an apprentice following him, the Taoist priest might be able to seek medical treatment early, and maybe he would not die. Unfortunately, the Taoist priest died too quickly. The old doctor had such good medical skills, but he could not save him."

Chen Tong's tone was deeply regretful.

What a pity, Taoist Yiqing died too quickly.

In her previous life, she was sent to the Dead Soldier Camp, and in this life she was almost taken away by the Dead Soldier Camp. Although the Taoist Yiqing pushed all this to Tao Shiyi, Chen Tong didn't believe it. If Tao Shiyi wanted to join the Yang family, he had to go through Guan Mingjue, let alone find the Dead Soldier Camp, which was so weird that the Dragon and Tiger Guards could not do anything about it. Chen Tong wouldn't believe it if there was no Taoist Yiqing here.

The reason why Taoist Yiqing refused to admit it was simply that under the circumstances at that time, Taoist Yiqing was worried that Chen Tong would attack him again in anger, so he took the matter past.

Chen Tong took a deep breath and stared at Huang. No matter what purpose it was, she was raised by Huang after all. Although she lacked those eight years of memory, from Rong Niang's words, she could feel Huang's love for her.

"My mother, are you crying?"

There were tears in Huang's eyes.

"My mother is old and can't listen to such a tragic thing, alas." Huang stood up and wanted to get the needle and thread on the long table, but the long table was empty and there was no needle and thread. The needle and thread were just on the kang. She had just sat there, and the needle and thread were originally at her hand.

"My grandma, you are worried about Taoist Yiqing's little disciple."

Chen Tong's voice suddenly came from his ears, and Huang's whole body was shocked again.

"A disciple...apprentice? No, no."

After Huang said this, she seemed to have used the power of a tiger. She gasped heavily. Chen Tong looked at her coldly. She suspected that the next moment, Huang would faint.

Chen Tong walked over, held Huang, and whispered in her ear: "My grandma, Lang Yue has not returned to Yiqing Taoist, his whereabouts are unknown now."

"What?" Huang turned his head suddenly and glared at Chen Tong in horror, "You... did you kill him?"

"I didn't kill Langyue. If he died, you would kill him. He is here with me, offering delicious food and drink. But now, no one knows where he went. Taoist Yiqing has offended many people. Those people saw that Langyue was alone and killed him was like pinching an ant to death. Just look at the fate of Taoist Yiqing. Maybe at this moment, Langyue has already followed his master and a master-apprentice is also fate."

Chen Tong met Huang's gaze. She saw resentment and regret in Huang's eyes.

Is this my mother in the fragmented memories of her previous life?

Yes.

"You left in a hurry yesterday. Didn't you go to chase Langyue? Tongtong, my mother never asks you about it, but you want to go to my mother and tell the truth, where did you hide Langyue?"

This is a question, a harsh question.

Chen Tong let go of the hand that was holding Huang's arm, and she said word by word: "I didn't go to chase Langyue because I knew I couldn't catch up. I didn't hide him. I think you should be very clear that he left by himself, right?"

Huang looked at Chen Tong in shock, and after a while, he asked, "How did you know?"

Chen Tong sighed and said, "My grandson, you asked Aunt Lei's grandson to send a message to you, but the snacks you bought for that child were too expensive, so expensive that I could see the flaws at a glance. So I replaced the small note he brought back. Yiqing Taoist served as an aide in the palace for many years, and it was not difficult to find his handwriting. Xi'an is the ancient capital and the emperor's palace could not be found, but it was not difficult to find someone to make fake calligraphy and paintings. So I found someone to imitate Yiqing Taoist's handwriting without any effort. The note you received yesterday was fake."

Every day, Taoist Yiqing would ask someone to wait outside the academy. Brother Bao got the note from that person, and then went to the Shen family to hand the note to Huang. After Huang finished reading it, he also wrote a note, and Brother Bao handed the note to the academy to hand it to the person.

The note was placed in the bamboo dragonfly. Bao Ge'er didn't know what was in the bamboo dragonfly. He handed the bamboo dragonfly to the man, and the man handed him another bamboo dragonfly.

Brother Bao ran on the street with a bamboo dragonfly, and no one would pay attention to the toys in the children's hands.

Yesterday, Bao Ge'er brought back a bamboo dragonfly from outside the academy, but on the way back, he was hit and fell to the ground. The bamboo dragonfly flew out. Bao Ge'er got up from the ground and picked up the bamboo dragonfly. He didn't know that the bamboo dragonfly had been replaced.
Chapter completed!