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Chapter 2. Things Like Owners

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    Fushu Pavilion is located in the most southwestern part of the entire Song Mansion, quite secluded and deserted.

    There is only a bare plum tree in the yard, a small pool with clear water and broken stone tables and benches, which is very simple.  A single koi swims around in the pool, and there is a chessboard on the stone table.

    Song Chuyao pushed open the courtyard door and walked in slowly. Her black hair and skirt were covered with tiny drops of water, giving people the illusion of being blurred and lonely.

    After entering the door, the old color inside the house is also simple and elegant, but it seems to reveal the unique temperament of the owner.  The floor is paved with blue and white stones, and the red beams are covered with fluttering green phoenixes. The tables, chairs and beds are all decorated with hibiscus patterns, and a roll of bead curtains hangs to separate the inner room from the outer room.

    Paces to the incense burner, twists the paper and puts it on the burner. In an instant, it turns into soot and falls into the burner.

    The white dove cooed on Song Chuyao's shoulder, trying to get her attention. As it wished, Song Chuyao held it with both hands, put it on the table, took corn kernels and sprinkled it in front of it.

    Just as she was about to sit down, a girl in green pushed the door open and walked in. She hurriedly approached, and was about to whisper in Song Chuyao's ear when she noticed that her right cheek was red and swollen. She panicked and said, "Miss, your face  How did you get hurt like this?" As he spoke, he began to rummage through boxes and cabinets to find ointments.

    Song Chuyao stopped him and said, "Don't worry about it, someone will bring the ointment. How about the news I asked you to inquire about?"

    "Prince Ning has just passed Yuzhou, and he will arrive in two days." The green-clothed maid whispered in a low voice: "Besides, Mr. Luo is about to arrive at the border of Fengzhou, and he will arrive early tomorrow morning."

    "The pigeons are everywhere, and his calculations are accurate, so there is no need to trouble this little guy." Song Chuyao snorted softly, picked up the white pigeons beside him, and stood up.

    Pushing open the window, holding the white dove, she raised her hands and sent it up. Unexpectedly, the white dove was still nestling comfortably in her palm, as if reluctant to part.

    Song Chuyao shook his head helplessly, sent his arms up again, and retracted his hands apart, before the white pigeon spread its wings and flew out of the pavilion.

    "It is said that things are like their owners, but this white pigeon is really like Mr. Luo, and I like Miss so much." The girl in green was amused by the white pigeon's reluctance, and couldn't help laughing.

    "Liu Shu, when did you become so outspoken?" Song Chuyao turned around, with his skirt fluttering, and cast a gloomy look at the girl in green.

    "I know I was wrong." Liu Shu immediately restrained her smile and lowered her head.

    "Don't be careless in the future, be careful that walls have ears." Song Chuyao said softly, and walked back to the desk and sat down.

    "Yes, please remember." Liu Shu respectfully followed behind, then suddenly remembered something, and said: "Miss, when I came back just now, I met my uncle outside our house."

    "It really is him under the locust tree." Song Chuyao smiled, and stroked his cheek: "It seems that this slap is really worth it, Liu Shu, pen, ink, paper and inkstone."

    Liu Shu is also very clever. Hearing what Song Chuyao said, she roughly guessed the origin of the injury, and listening to her tone, she knew that she had a plan in mind, so she laid out a pen and ink, spread out the paper, and started grinding.

    Song Chuyao picked up the pen with three fingers lightly, dipped it in the ink, pondered for a while, and wrote.  With a slight movement of the wrist, the light and graceful handwriting appeared on the paper.

    After finishing the book, he put down his pen, blew on the ink stains, folded it in half and put it in an envelope, sealed the ink pad, handed it to Liu Shu, and said, "Send it to Jiang Qianyang."

    "But the eldest lady is in the mansion right now, will it be delivered to the eldest son-in-law" Liu Shu took it hesitantly, and looked at Song Chuyao worriedly.

    "I'm not afraid that she will know, but I'm afraid that she won't know." Song Chuyao's eyes light up slightly, it is obvious that Zhizhu is in his hands.

    After hearing her words, Liu Shu immediately turned her head around, and said with a smile: "Your servant knows what to do."

    When Liu Shu took the envelope and went out, Song Chuyao put away the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, got up and walked to the bookshelf, moved a few books away, revealing the gray wall, bent her slender fingers and tapped it three times, the wall  Suddenly a small opening opened in the front, and there was a small square box in the dark compartment.

    Song Chuyao did not take out the box, but went around the box, leaned towards the back of the box, groped for a while, and took out a piece of yellowed kraft paper from inside.

    Go to the table and spread it out flat. There is a pattern similar to a map drawn on the kraft paper. If you look closely, you will find that there are no landmarks.  Song Chuyao brushed his fingers over the smooth kraft paper, frowned and thought carefully. It has been more than half a year since he got this picture, but he couldn't figure out the mystery.

    Whether it is fire, flooding, or smoke, the map does not show the landmarks. Could it be that she was wrong at the beginning?  This is not a map?

    But what is going on with the overlapping mountains, the towering city walls, the winding water and the Yangguan Avenue?

     And the broken right edge of the cowhide should be the other half, what else could it be except a map?  If it was a map, what kind of map would it be?  According to the degree of wear and tear of the kraft paper, it must have been a few years ago. Could it be the treasure map of the previous dynasty that was circulated in the rivers and lakes?  Or is it the martial arts secret treasure map?  Who will be with the other half?

    She tried everything to steal the antidote for her mother, but found this map from Song Yanming by accident. She wanted to see how important this map was to him, and whether it was important enough to exchange for the antidote. Unexpectedly, Song Yanming  The day after the blueprint was stolen, everyone in the mansion was informed that something important had been stolen, and the whole mansion was searched.

    She understands Song Yanming's behavior very well. If it is really important, it will only knock out teeth and swallow blood, and will never tell others, but look for it secretly.  If it is too important and he intentionally goes the other way, then he can't scare the snakes. With his vicious determination, it is not impossible to kill people and silence them.

    She can't take the risk without being fully sure.  Only by unraveling the mystery on this picture, can we know how important it is to Song Yanming, and can judge whether it can be exchanged with him.

    But she stared at this picture every day, tried various methods, but found nothing, what should she do?

    Song Chuyao sighed, shook his head, rolled up the kraft paper, put it back in the dark compartment, and everything returned to its original position.

    At this time, there were two knocks on the door, and someone outside the house gently called her name.

    Song Chuyao smiled mockingly when he heard the sound, he came back so soon.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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