Madam, let's steam buns together

Ling Checheng and Ling Jingxuan had already returned to the inn at this time, before entering the open door of the inn, Ling Jingxuan stopped, Ling Checheng followed him a step, and stopped at the same time.

Ling Jingxuan turned sideways slightly, deliberately lowered her voice and said to Ling Checheng: "Don't tell your second mother everything."

Ling Jingxuan was telling Ling Checheng not to tell Luo Wan'er about going to the tavern. Ling Checheng nodded in agreement, and turned around to wait for Luo Waner to ask him privately where he had been today. Guilt: "After I left the Ministry of Criminal Justice, my father took me to a tavern."

Luo Wan'er didn't think much about it at first, but she was speechless when Ling Jingxuan took Ling Checheng to drink together. Just as she was about to ask Ling Checheng about other things, her mind turned around at this moment: "Tavern? He doesn't like drinking on weekdays. No matter how much you want to celebrate your innocence, it is impossible to take you to drink."

Luo Wan'er looked at Ling Checheng sharply: "What did he do there?"

Ling Checheng told the truth: "I didn't let me know. Dad asked me to guard the door, so I didn't dare to eavesdrop."

Luo Wan'er fell into deep thought, thinking about Ling Jingxuan's purpose of going to the tavern, but couldn't think of a reason, so she continued to ask where the tavern in Lingche City was, and sent someone to investigate thoroughly after preparation.

Ling Checheng told the location of the tavern, and added at the end: "Father specifically asked me not to tell you about this."

Hearing what he said, Luo Wan'er was more concerned about this matter. While thinking about who to send to investigate, she looked at Ling Checheng with a smile, and praised: "Good boy."

In the evening, in the eyes of outsiders, this family can be said to be sitting at the same table for dinner.

Ling Checheng looked up at the mutual respect between Luo Wan'er and Ling Jingxuan that had become more and more superficial. He didn't know whether Ling Jingxuan still had feelings for Luo Wan'er in his heart. Jingxuan's feelings are being managed as a business.

Luo Wan'er should have loved Ling Jingxuan, but time has worn away the young girl's affection back then, leaving only her inability to give up on power and interests.

The person Ling Jingxuan loves the most will always be Xiao Lingling.

Losing it when she loved it the most, the most beautiful moment in memory has been etched in her mind ever since, even if she meets a woman Ling Jingxuan can love deeply, Ling Jingxuan will never forget Xiao Lingling.

Xiao Lingling...

I don't know if the aunt is really as people say, a gentle and kind woman, a really good person, and not like the second mother Luo Wan'er who is so inconsistent.

At this moment, Ling Checheng recalled the portrait of the aunt that Luo Wan'er showed him before, and at this moment, his pupils were facing Ling Jingxuan's direction again, and Ling Jingxuan's face was reflected in it, together with the portrait of Xiao Lingling that flashed in his mind , Ling Checheng unconsciously overlapped these two faces, and suddenly frowned.

Previously, he was only focused on completing the task and being amazed by the beauty's astonishing beauty. Ling Checheng didn't pay attention to Zhang Huaruo's wonderful sense of familiarity at all. He thought it was just his subconscious closeness to the good-looking person, and he realized something was wrong at this moment.

Zhang Huaruo...is he a bit...like his father when he was young...

If it was just like Ling Jingxuan, Ling Checheng would not be so panicked. There are many unrelated but similar people in this world, and there are even people who have no blood relationship but are almost the same. I don't think Zhang Huaruo will have anything to do with Ling Jingxuan.

Although the good-looking eyebrows and eyes are quite different from each other, there are always some similarities when you look closely.

Now Ling Checheng is panicking, not only because he realizes that Zhang Huaruo looks a bit like Ling Jingxuan when he was young, but also because Zhang Huaruo's eyebrows and eyes are the combination of Ling Jingxuan and Xiao Lingling, which separates the two people in appearance. The advantages are perfectly combined.

Ling Checheng remembered that he should have an elder brother, the child of Ling Jingxuan and Xiao Lingling, the eldest son of the Ling family, but this elder brother died at birth.

Zhang Huaruo's age... seems to be about the same as this child who died young!

On the one hand, Ling Checheng felt that it was impossible, how could such a dramatic event happen, on the other hand, he felt that all this was too coincidental, so coincidental that it seemed to be true.

Speaking of it, Zhang Huaruo is not like Zhang Xieyi at all. He has long heard that Zhang Huaruo is the child picked up by Zhang Xieyi, but Zhang Xieyi has always refused to admit it. He insists that Zhang Huaruo is his own child.

Unfortunately, almost no one believes it.

Once he thought that this possibility really existed, Ling Checheng became a little excited. He quickly glanced at Luo Wan'er, intending to investigate without telling Luo Wan'er.

Instead of investigating Zhang Xieyi and Zhang Huaruo, after so many years, it is impossible for Zhang Xieyi to still have any news or clues that would allow people to find the origin of Zhang Huaruo's child. If you want to know whether Zhang Huaruo and Ling Jingxuan are related, Ling Checheng must Go to see the eldest brother who died that year, and go to the tomb of that child.

Assuming that Zhang Huaruo is really the child of Ling Jingxuan and Xiao Lingling, Ling Jingxuan can't let this child be raised by outsiders, and Luo Wan'er can't allow this child to live until now, so the only explanation is that neither of them Know that the child is not dead.

This means that there should be no children's bodies in that tomb.

But even if there is no child's body in the tomb, it doesn't mean that Zhang Huaruo is Ling Jingxuan's child, first confirm this, and then Ling Checheng will confirm other information.

If there are children's bodies in the grave...

Ling Checheng's mind turned, and he already had further thoughts in his heart.

This incident was so exciting that it should not be too late. That night, Lingchecheng asked Luo Waner to leave Chang'an first. Luo Waner asked him what he was going to do, but Lingchecheng's excuse made Luo Waner unable to refuse.

Ling Checheng looked normal and said: "Father and Erniang, you rarely go out together these few years, and you came to the most prosperous city of Chang'an. You should take this opportunity to enjoy the time alone. If I don't have eyes, I will continue to stay here, right? Interfering with the opportunity for the two of you to enhance your relationship?"

Ling Checheng's words reminded Luo Wan'er of how Ling Jingxuan had treated her in the cold these days. After hesitating for a moment, she agreed: "An'an, just go back to the village, don't run around on the road."

Ling Checheng knew that no matter how sincere what he said, Luo Wan'er would still not believe it, so he vaguely and perfunctorily said try his best, and hearing his answer like this, Luo Wan'er actually believed it.

After bidding farewell to Luo Wan'er, Ling Checheng returned to his guest room to pack his unpacked luggage, which he casually threw on the bed, and the wind blowing from the windowsill slightly shook the curtain hanging beside the bed. There was no sign of Ling Checheng in the house.

In the early morning of the next day, Ling Checheng came to Ling Jingxuan and Luo Waner's room early to say goodbye to them. After leaving Chang'an City, the direction along the way was indeed heading towards Qianling Villa.

After confirming that those two people no longer continued to secretly follow behind him, Ling Checheng found a passerby, gave him some money, and asked him to wear his own clothes and go slowly to Qianling Villa. Instead, wander around the village near the villa for a few days, it is best not to let people see his appearance.

After confessing to this "stand-in", Ling Checheng hurried to the snow mountain, where the child's graveyard is located.

Ling Jingxuan buried Xiao Lingling and the child on the top of the snow mountain in order to preserve the remains of these two people, not wanting these two people he loved so much to be corrupted into a pile of bones after death.

Ling Checheng sneaked into the mausoleum cautiously, he didn't want anyone to find his trace.

The snow-capped mountains were covered with snow all the year round, and it wasn't snowing at this time, but the snow layer under his feet was already deep enough to sink Lingche City's boots, and there was a deep hole at each foot, which was not obvious on the white snow.

Ling Checheng looked at the footprints he had left along the way, and after a little hesitation, he did not put in extra effort to get rid of the footprints left behind him, but chose to complete the purpose of his trip as soon as possible.

The mausoleum on the snowy mountain is guarded by a mausoleum guard. Usually, he would be lazy and stay in a relatively warm room for several days without coming out to inspect. However, in the past few days, he has been very diligent and came out from time to time. After looking around, I just happened to see the footprints left by Lingche City.

The guardian of the mausoleum hurriedly searched along the direction of the footprints. He lived here all year round and was a martial artist himself. As long as he paid more attention, he could make his actions in this snow field invisible.

When the mausoleum guards had already walked behind Lingchecheng, Lingchecheng didn't realize that he had been seen.

The guard of the tomb suddenly shouted excitedly: "Young master! The owner of the villa actually sent you to deal with the affairs here, I am really surprised!"

The guard of the mausoleum recognized Lingchecheng, and his sudden words made Lingchecheng almost fall into the snow.

Ling Checheng quickly calmed down, and followed the words of the mausoleum guard: "Yes, my father asked me to deal with the matter here. Can you tell me what happened here again? I want to hear it from you, so as to save them trouble." Miscommunication."

The mausoleum guard didn't think much about other aspects at all, convinced that Ling Che City was sent by Ling Jingxuan to investigate what happened in the mausoleum, and repeated what he said to the messenger before.

The mausoleum guard didn't tell the truth, the real situation was far worse than what he said, but in order to make himself less responsible, he tried to make the situation as good as possible, and said it in a direction that was beneficial to him.

What happened on the snow mountain was indeed related to Zhang Huaruo, and also related to Zhang Xieyi.

Zhang Xieyi, who was in Chang'an City, was looking down at the report from the officials below. He wondered if the weather had turned cold recently. He had no reason to feel the cold wind, so he asked the attendant to close the open window.

The window faced the south, Zhang Xieyi looked up and glanced out of the window, a mountain could be seen in the distance, the top of the mountain was white, like snow.

The attendant at the side saw Zhang Xieyi looking at the top of the mountain, and said, "This time is exactly when the birch trees are blooming."

Zhang Xieyi looked at the snow-like white, and a certain memory couldn't help but appear in her mind.

The attendant closed the window as ordered, and the whiteness was no longer visible in the field of vision, and the surrounding brightness was obviously dimmed because of closing the window. Zhang Xieyi regained consciousness, bowed her head and continued to deal with the business.

I am really old, so I always think about the past recently, full of sentimentality.

The cool wind outside the window is still blowing, blowing through the streets and alleys, passing through the thin coats of passers-by, and entering the yard of a family. After several turns in the yard, the wind finally dissipated, leaving only the Cool.

Zhang Huaruo likes to sit on the window sill and read a book, the sun is not directly shining, and the light is good.

He sat here quietly, and the wolfberry took a nap in the side room.