Liuli continued, "That woman has gone back to her hometown long ago. If she knew that the mother and daughter who were hanging on her household registration were secret families, she would probably be angry to death.

Li Zheng also said that when the mother and daughter came, Lin's mother had a northern accent. As for where it was from the north, Li Zheng couldn't explain it clearly, but Chanjuan had a southern accent, and I don't know how they got together."

The matter can only be found here for the time being.

The next morning, Liuli and about twenty people left the capital with disguised themselves.

Last night, Chai Yan asked someone to mow the two portraits overnight. In the morning, he went to the Ministry of Justice to go to the yamen and sent the portrait of mow to Qingping Lane.

Yan Xuehuai got up early and was instructing people to clean up the yard.

Zhou Sauchen asked someone to send her a letter. Tomorrow night, Zhou Dazhe will be able to arrive in the capital.

In addition, this time, her sister-in-law Li Yunpan was also her sister-in-law.

Yan Xuehuai had long heard of Li Yunpan from Chai Yan.

Li Yunpan is the youngest daughter of the old leader Li. At that time, she was only eight years old, and dared to kill people with a knife. She followed her three sisters-in-law and two sisters to break into the Li family water village, killing her enemies with her hands, and avenging her father and brother.

In addition, what interested Yan Xuehuai more than killing was Li Yunpan's plan to trick the Zhong family.

When the people from the Seventh Prince's Mansion sent the portrait over, Yan Xuehuai was sending flowers to Li Yunpan's yard.

Narcissus and wintersweet were delivered early in the morning, fresh and savory.

Yan Xuehuai didn't know Li Yunpan's preferences, but as long as it was not allergic to pollen, she would like flowers and plants. If she didn't like it, it would be fine to bring out these flowers at that time.

She wiped her hands and unfolded one of the portraits.

The portrait shows a strange woman in her thirties, with an ordinary appearance, the kind that she can't see when she falls into the crowd. The only thing that makes people remember is the matchmaker mole on her lips.

This is Mama Lin.

Yan Xuehuai unfolded another portrait, and she almost laughed out loud.

The original face full of oil paint made her feel familiar, but the portrait in front of her can be said to be irrelevant except for being both young women.

Is it her problem or the artist's problem?

Yan Xuehuai didn't know.

The person who came to deliver the painting was a 14 or 15-year-old eunuch with his surname Dou, and he called him Xiao Douzi.

When Xiao Douzi was in the residence, she was the one who was around the Empress. Now that Chai Yan opened the mansion, the Empress gave Xiao Douzi to Chai Yan.

Yan Xuehuai pointed to the portrait and asked Xiaodouzi: "What else has your Qi Master said?"

Xiao Douzi had already received Chai Yan's instructions and had been waiting for Yan Xuehuai to ask him. Now he poured beans into bamboo tubes and found out about the matter between Chanjuan and Lin's mother, and explained it in detail.

"Seventh Master said, please tell the girl not to worry. Leave this matter to him and make sure to find the Chanjuan. Seventh Master asked me to hand over these two portraits to the girl, just to ask the girl to take a look and might remember something."

So that's it. What else can Yan Xuehuai remember? If she had been staring at the oil-colored face, she might have really remembered something, but now looking at these two portraits, she has no inspiration at all.

However, what Chanjuan and that mother Lin did was very strange. Yan Xuehuai did not take the oily face to heart, but now she is interested.

After sending Xiao Douzi away, Yan Xuehuai took the two portraits and went to Li Shiji.

The ingredients are being prepared in the kitchen, while Li Qiniang is discussing business with someone. Yan Xuehuai knows that person, who is in the seafood business. Most of the abalone ginseng wing belly used by Li Shiji are from this store.

Yan Xuehuai waited for half an hour before the man left. Yan Xuehuai slipped in through the crack of the door like a fish.

When Li Qiniang saw that she was coming, she asked with a smile: "You are here just in time. There is fresh milk in the kitchen. I'll go and cook a bowl for you later."

People in the Great Wei Dynasty often drank sheep's milk, and they rarely saw cow's milk.

"Hey, there is actually cow's milk, where did it come from?" Yan Xuehuai asked carelessly.

The family runs a restaurant and often sells things to the door. Yan Xuehuai asked this, but she didn't care too much.

Li Qiniang's fingers, which were originally looking through the account book, were tucked together.

Yan Xuehuai was familiar with Li Qiniang's actions, and she was thinking.

What did she ask?

Didn’t she just ask where the milk comes from?

Is this worth thinking about?

A thought suddenly flashed, and Yan Xuehuai asked tentatively: "Did the Duke's Mansion send it?"

A faint flush appeared on Li Qiniang's face, which was the feeling of being a mother being knocked out by her daughter.

"Well, the Duke's Mansion has raised a lot of cows in the village outside the city. No one in the village drinks milk. I just said casually that day, saying that you don't like to drink sheep's milk. Unexpectedly, the Duke remembered that he led two cows to raise them in the house. As soon as the restaurant opened this morning, someone sent a cow's milk. He also said that he would give it to you and Xiaoman every day in the future."

Yan Xuehuai looked at Li Qiniang, and after hearing Li Qiniang finish her words, she laughed dryly: "Mom, thank you, Xiaoman and me, for yourselves, you don't have to send it to Li Shiji in the future, just send it to Qingping Lane."

Li Qiniang was a little embarrassed, and said no, then lowered her head and pretended to go to check the account book.

Yan Xuehuai found Chanjuan's portrait and pushed it to Li Qiniang: "Mom, don't look at the account book first. Look at this painting first. Do you know the girl in this painting?"

Since coming to the Great Wei Dynasty, Yan Xuehuai's life has almost coincided with Li Qiniang. She thinks that Li Qiniang may have seen people who are familiar with each other.

Sure enough, Li Qiniang looked at the portrait, looked carefully, and suddenly said, "Why does this portrait look a bit like Jiaojie?"

"Who?" Yan Xuehuai didn't hear it clearly.

"Sister Jiao, Yan Xuejiao, you often fight with her, have you forgotten?" Li Qiniang said with a smile. As long as you don't discuss matters about the Duke with your daughter, Li Qiniang will not have any psychological burden.

"Yan Xuejiao?" Yan Xuehuai subconsciously raised her voice.

All her impressions of Yan Xuejiao come from the original owner's memory.

Since she came to the Great Wei Dynasty, Yan Xuehuai has only seen Yan Xuejiao once.

It was when she and Li Qiniang escaped from the Yan family and they were about to rush out of the gate. Yan Xuejiao, Yan Jingguang and Yan Xueping just heard the noise and walked over. At that time, Yan Xuehuai's attention was not on these people at all. At this time, she could not even be sure whether Yan Xuejiao was among the people who came out that day.

"Mom, why do I remember that Yan Xueping, the one who often fights with me, is Yan Xuejiao the one who sows the disagreement?"

Li Qiniang said, "That's true, but you didn't spare her easily. Every time she cried and complained to the old lady."

When Li Qiniang said this, her heart felt ache. Sister Huai had suffered a lot of grievances since she was a child. Every time the three little girls fought, Old Mrs. Guo never asked, so she cursed Sister Huai.

Yan Xuehuai looked at her words and expressions. Seeing that Li Qiniang's eyes were red, she guessed that she remembered what she had happened to at the Yan family again.

Yan Xuehuai said in an exaggerated tone: "Mom, is this really Yan Xuejiao? No, this person is a secret partner, and there is this portrait. You can also see, this is a brothel."
Chapter completed!