The protagonist chased the villain, and Tiandao screamed in anger

In the Hibiscus Courtyard, Wanxiang, dressed in blue, was carrying a wooden bucket full of water and pouring water into the flower beds with a wooden spoon.

The most flourishing hibiscus flowers in the yard were all carefully cultivated by her.

It was a leisurely moment. The eldest lady was not in the yard. After finishing the work in the yard, she could also steal half a day of leisure.

Unexpectedly, the eldest lady, who used to stay in the master's courtyard for half a day, was only away for less than half an hour this time, and returned in a hurry.

Following behind Madam Xiao was Wanfang, who was also a maidservant beside Madam Xiao. They took turns serving Madam on weekdays.

After being together for a long time, Wanxiang could easily detect that something was wrong from Wanfang's expression.

"lady"

Putting down the wooden spoon in her hand, Wanxiang went to greet her, but unexpectedly, Madam Xiao came forward quickly and put her arm around her shoulders, questioning with a strange look:

"Wanxiang, wasn't it you and Mother Lin who sent that peasant girl to Qingxi Courtyard that night? Do you remember? Tell me! "

Wanxiang was confused. She turned around and looked at Wanfang who was following her. She immediately realized that the other party had also been asked the same question.

Although she wanted to ask Madam if she remembered something wrong, Wanxiang was still concerned about the difference between master and servant and did not dare to overstep the line. She only answered, "Madam, are you tired? Do you want to take a rest?"

"What kind of peasant girl is this? Isn't Qingxi Court the eldest young master's courtyard? What is Madam talking about?"

Wanxiang wanted to reach out her hand to help Mrs. Xiao into the room, but unexpectedly, she was suddenly pushed away by the other party the next second. If Wanfang had not quickly grabbed her, her pretty little face would have hit the bamboo fence outside the flower bed.

Wanxiang’s face was almost ruined. She was so frightened that her originally rosy face turned pale immediately.

But when he looked up at Madam Xiao again, he found that her face was even paler and more frightened than his.

"Go call Mother Lin! Call Chen Gui's wife as well! Quickly!" The maid beside her almost hurt her face. Madam Xiao naturally couldn't help but see it, but she was so anxious now that she didn't care about the maid beside her.

After returning from Master Xiao, she first interrogated Wanfang, and then called the night watch servants to question them, but without exception they all denied the incident with the peasant girl.

So far, although Mrs. Xiao was panicked, she still firmly believed that there was nothing wrong with her memory.

The people around her might be bribed, but Mother Lin is her confidant, and they know each other’s weak points, so it is impossible for her to be bribed!

The husband of Chen Gui, the washerwoman in the mansion, was the strong man who took the lead in carrying the peasant girl back that night. He carried the sedan chair all the way, so naturally he could not forget it.

"Yes." The two maids looked at each other and trotted out of Furong Courtyard to look for someone.

Seeing the two maids running towards the outer courtyard, Madam Xiao's strength that she had accumulated along the way seemed to be suddenly drained away. She slid down to the ground, her fingers touching the carved door frame.

What happened today was far beyond her expectations...

What is this...

Madam Xiao's gaze narrowed slightly, and finally, she looked up at the sky and moved her eyes to a certain direction of the Xiao Mansion.

The rainy season in Lingcheng is continuous. It was sunny and bright in the morning, but after lunch, it started to drizzle again.

The rain hit the surface of the lake, creating layers of waves.

The lotus flowers by the pond are in full bloom, with their pink and delicate petals matched with their emerald green leaves, looking like a poem or a painting in the misty rain.

You Mu leaned against the window frame, fanning himself with a folding fan. When he saw that the rain had gotten heavier, he lowered the outward-open window to prevent the breeze from bringing in rain.

The lotus scenery outside the window was somewhat suppressed, and the misty water was blocked by the window.

Nearing the end of summer, the summer heat in Lingcheng has not only failed to pass, but has come back like the last cry of the autumn cicada, with great force and abnormal heat.

It was raining and it was even hotter and stuffier inside.

In this kind of climate, even if You Mu, the ghost, did not use his ghost energy to cool down, he would still be affected.

The gorgeous red robe was tied loosely, You Mu floated in the air, and followed the breeze to go behind Xiao Yu.

In order to manage and verify the accounts, Xiao Yu first found the account books sent by the shops in the first half of the year to understand the basic profit status of each shop.

In fact, this was not the first time that Xiao Yu had managed the accounts. During his previous illness, Xiao's father had tried to let Xiao Yu take over several times, but without exception, they were all delayed due to his recurring illness and Mrs. Xiao's obstruction.

He sat upright at his desk, checking the accounts carefully, and when he encountered discrepancies in the accounts, he wrote down the name of the store and the manager in charge.

Various information was recorded in detail, and in just one hour, four full pages of paper were written.

You Mu just watched from the side without disturbing him. Xiao Yu's health had recovered well now, so he could sit for a long time.

When bored, the red-clothed ghost would occasionally fan the other person with a fan, deliberately fanning the other person's hair to obscure their vision as a prank.

Xiao Yu let the other party tease him, but he was not angry. While checking the accounts, he could also distract himself and play with the red-clothed ghost.

There was less ink in the inkstone, and You Mu was kind enough to help Xiao Yu add water and grind the ink.

"Amu, I can do these myself." Glancing at the ink stains on the slender white knuckles, Xiao Yu put down his pen and took over the task of grinding the ink.

Such fair hands are not suitable for doing such things.

I always feel that this ink color is a bit annoying when it falls on the other person's hands.

The corner of the folding fan tapped lightly on his forehead, and the red-clothed ghost's scolding rang in his ears: "You have no respect for your elders. If we go by age and seniority, you should call me ancestor."

With one hand on his sleeve and the other hand holding the ink stick and grinding it on the inkstone, Xiao Yu joked: "That's what I deserve. I got the upper hand because of Amu."

"You're getting more shameless." Although he said this, You Mu still opened his folding fan and fanned Xiao Yu.

The ink was ready. Xiao Yu put down the ink stick and pulled the red-clothed ghost floating beside him into his arms. Their skins touched and he felt very cool under the influence of the ghost's energy.

"No need to cool me down, if you want to feel refreshed, this is enough."

His bare feet swung in the air, and You Mu changed into a comfortable position, nestling in Xiao Yu's arms, with his head resting on his shoulder, and stopped moving.

The ghost that was hugging him was very light, so it wasn't a big deal.

Xiao Yu put one hand on the other's shoulder and flipped through the accounts with the other hand, changing the rice paper from time to time to make notes.

The rain was still falling outside the window. The sometimes fast and sometimes slow rhythm made people feel relieved. You Mu played with a strand of Xiao Yu's hair hanging on her chest, listening to the rain, and gradually felt sleepy.

When he was a ghost, he rarely fell asleep naturally. This feeling of sleepiness was strange. He turned his head slightly and fell asleep on the other's shoulder.

The red-clothed ghost in his arms gradually disappeared as he fell asleep. Xiao Yu paused the tip of his pen and a drop of ink dripped onto the rice paper, quickly smearing a black mass.

Looking at the figure that was so transparent that it disappeared within his arms, Xiao Yu's heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible hand and tightened more and more.

He couldn't ignore the feeling of being out of reach, out of control, out of the embrace.

It was as if it was hinting to him that no matter how happy he was, he would never be able to truly hold on to the cool breeze.

Xiao Yu couldn't help but recall that the other party looked at him with a subtle and complicated expression.

This look made him unable to suppress his panic, and made him worry whether everything he had now obtained truly belonged to him.

But people are always greedy. Once they get something, they cannot bear to lose it.

Xiao Yu took a deep breath and closed his eyes, suppressing the distracting thoughts that were becoming more and more gloomy. After carefully sensing that the other person was still in his arms, he slowly raised his eyes.

Throw away the paper stained by ink, open a new one with one hand and write...

When You Mu woke up again, the light outside the window was a little dimmer. The rain was still falling, but not as heavily as before he went to bed.

The tiny raindrops hit the eaves and window frames, making a dripping sound. The room was quiet, with a rare sense of peace and tranquility.

Xiao Yu was still sitting there. He had already finished reading the account book in his hand and was sorting out the notes. He had a general outline of the situation in the various shops on the street.

You Mu turned his wrist and floated up from in front of Xiao Yu. His body passed through the table, floated to the window, and leaned on the bed in front of the window.

He reached out to catch the falling rain from the eaves, the slightly cool raindrops fell on his palm, and You Mu woke up completely.

Here, Xiao Yu had tidied up the table. Seeing the red-clothed ghost reappear but then float away lightly from his side, the inexplicable worry in his heart inevitably increased a little.

Xiao Yu walked around the table and sat next to You Mu, opening the window a little. The breeze and rain blew across his face, bringing a cool feeling.