Chapter 71： Yasho

"Grandma said that there is no haunting in this house, and it is 'human heart'!" Nangong said loudly. "At first, my granddaughter thought that my brother had read it wrong. The granddaughter was sure, someone turned out to be a ghost! "

"What?" Su asked coldly.

"A ghost mask and a white coat was dropped by the woman Ning because of the ghost woman who ran into the back door of the garden last night. The granddaughter brought it." Nangong Ai took it from Yimei. A blue baggage, hands folded.

The eyes of all the people suddenly focused on the baggage, eyes were sharp, and they were thinking: Is it true that someone pretends to be scary?

"Take it for me." Su Shi Shen said.

"Aunt must!" Su Qingping said with anxiety, "Would such a pickle stain stain your old man's eyes."

"Aunt Ping's statement is a little different." Nangong Yan said with a straight face, "The real pickle should be the human heart. My brother was a ghost yesterday and scared my brother. If you don't check it out, check it out. People are coming out, and I don't know who will be killed! "

Having said that, she didn't wait for Su's reply to open up her baggage decisively ... Rao was ready for everyone. Seeing this, she couldn't help taking a breath. This ghost mask is so stingy, it feels stingy during the day, let alone at night!

"Ah ..." Nangong Lin even screamed for a moment, and the second half was tightly covered by her own hands.

There was a cloud in Su's eyes, but he still did not speak.

Nangong Nun continued in a hurry and continued unhurriedly: "Grandmother, granddaughter had looked at the mask last night, but there was nothing special about it. Just this white robe, the granddaughter thought the cloth was Songjiang fine cloth." Nangong's remarks were like a drop of water in a hot oil pan and a splash of noise.

Su Shi heard his brow almost twisted into a frown. Songjiang fine cloth is a new fabric launched by Jinxiu Cloth only in the past year. The production of this fabric is small, and it can be said that it is in short supply. I have never bought this kind of fabric at all, but after I entered Beijing this time, someone showed me good things to Nangongfu and gave a few. Is it possible that this haunted thing has something to do with the master of the house?

No matter who it is, it is a big joke!

Spread it out for fear of becoming the laughingstock of the whole king!

Su's eyes were gloomy and he held his armrest tightly in his right hand.

This fabric is ... Su Qingping's eyes flashed, and she was curious and said, "I don't think this fabric is special, it's just a normal white fabric. How did Jieer think it was Songjiang fine fabric?"

Nangong Yan picked up the white robe and said, "Everyone knows that although Songjiang thin cloth looks the same as ordinary thin cloth, it has a feature that it will become more snug and wicking when it encounters water. This cloth There are n’t many horses in the house. Wang Ye, what am I saying right? "

"Yes, three girls." Wang Xuan quickly said, "If the old slave remembered correctly, the three ladies in the house each got a horse, and the young lady and Su Biao girl also each got a horse."

Zhao's head nodded slightly: "It's true."

Su Qingping heard the words, but she was surprised, she said, "I, I also have ..." Then she suddenly blushed, "Yes, I remember, my aunt sent someone to send me one White fine cloth ... but my eyes are clumsy and I do n’t know the gold inlaid, so that the pearl is dusted. "Afterwards, she lowered her head in shame, exposing a slender white neck, but there was a glimmer of dullness in her eyes. However, it turned out that it was Songjiang Xibu, and the servant who gave things to his aunt did not remind himself to make a joke!

Nangong Lin was indignant: Neither of the serious ladies of Nangong Mansion could get it, but Su Qingping, such a poor relative who had no vision, got it, and her grandmother just went to the horizon! Sure enough, it is still the mother who is best for herself!

Su Qingping turned loose again, her eyes twitched and she had an idea. She suddenly said to the maid Liu Rong, "Liu Rong, go and get my Songjiang fine cloth to show the three girls."

"Yes, big girl." Liu Rong was led. Su Qingping lived in the side yard of Rong'an Church. It was not far away. After a while, Liu Rong brought a white cloth.

At the gesture of Nangong Yu, Yi Mei stepped forward and replied, "The three girls are indeed Songjiang Xibu."

Su Qingping couldn't help but hook her corner of her mouth, and her eyes flashed with pride.

Nan Gongxi took all this into her eyes, and her heart sank: reasonably, Su Shi hadn't expressed her position yet, Su Qingping didn't need to be so anxious to show innocence, but she chose to do so. Based on her own knowledge of this woman, Su Qingping never did anything useless, did she say ...

Nangong Lin's gaze fell on Su Qingping's cloth, thinking that she was ashamed anyway, so she just stepped forward and said, "Sister Sister, my mother has made me a blouse from her Songjiang fine cloth, those shreds. It's still there, and I'll let Xing Yu pick it up. "She winked at the girl Xing Yu next to her, and Xing Yu immediately responded.

"Trouble three sisters." Nangong Ai owed, and said to Yimei, "Yimei, go and get my mother's Songjiang fine cloth ..."

"This is not necessary." Zhao interrupted Nangong Yu, "how could the second sibling harm Xin brother?"

Nangong Yu still insisted on her own opinion: "My aunt, naturally my mother will not harm Xin brother, niece is also afraid of having a thief. It is better to have a pair of evidence." Yimei quickly took the order and left.

When the situation came to this point, Zhao could not help frowning. Now if she doesn't stand again, as if her heart is guilty, she responds: "Yes, go and get me and my sister's Songjiang fine cloth."

"Yes, Madam." Ying Yan also retreated.

Su was still sitting on the chair, looking dull, and said nothing.

The waiting time was always so long. There was a moment of silence in Rong'an Hall. Nangong Lin quietly came over, pulled the sleeves of Lanangong and whispered, "Sister Three, who are you?"

Nan Gongxi's face looked like a smile, "How can I know this?"

"Then who would you most like to find out?" Nangong Lin's words were obviously bad intentions.

A hint of embarrassment appeared on Nangong's face: "Four younger sisters are wrong! I believe that no matter how big aunt, three younger sisters, and older sisters are, they will not do such a thing. But my sister's tone is skeptical ... ... "She deliberately stopped talking. In fact, originally Nangong Yu also suspected the three 婶婶 Huang Huang. After all, Huang had recently taken hatred with herself and her mother, but now looking at Nangong Lin's attitude, she can almost be sure that this matter has nothing to do with Huang.

On the contrary, "her" ... Nangong Yu took a meaningful look at Su Qingping, and her aunt Ping's cousin behaved strangely.