In the wing room, Zhong Wuji was worried that Zhang Qiurong's consciousness would be unclear from time to time, so he spent money to order the shopkeeper to wipe the vomit for Feng Qianqian and change a set of clothes. The pen %fun %pavilion www.biquge.info and Zhong Wuji has been guarding not far from the door of the wing, for fear that Feng Qianqian will play some tricks, which will be unfavorable to Zhang Qiurong.

When the proprietress had taken care of it, she walked out of the chamber with a basin of dirty water, and gave him a salute as she passed by Zhong Wuji. Zhong Wuji said: "Hard boss lady! By the way, is that girl awake?"

The proprietress replied: "Sir, don't worry, that girl took the hangover soup, wiped her body with hot water, and she has already gotten much better, and she has slept peacefully." It won't take long for you to wake up. ”

Zhong Wuji asked again, "What about my wife?"

The proprietress replied, "Sir, don't worry, your lady is also in good condition, sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the girl's hand tightly, whispering." ”

Zhong Wuji waved his hand and said, "It's nothing to do with you, go down!"

"Yes, sir!" the proprietress retreated, and Zhong Wuji remained outside the door.

In the wing room, Feng Qianqian was still asleep, not awake, after some freshening, people looked a lot more energetic, and their frowning brows were also stretched. Zhang Qiurong on the side pulled Feng Qianqian's left arm and reluctantly let go, but the proprietress was in a hurry just now, and she didn't notice that the cuff of Feng Qianqian's left arm had been rolled up for a while. No, Zhang Qiurong came to pull her back.

Suddenly, at the bend of Feng Qianqian's left arm, an obvious birthmark attracted Zhang Qiurong's attention, this birthmark was bright red, oval-shaped, and it didn't look big, but it was still a little conspicuous in contrast to the fair skin tone of the arm.

Seeing this oval birthmark, Zhang Qiurong's hands trembled, and she exclaimed, she was excited and excited, and she actually remembered that when her Ling'er was just born more than ten years ago, she vaguely saw that her daughter's left arm also had such a birthmark.

"Why can't I remember, is there a birthmark on Ling'er's arm?" Zhang Qiurong stood up suddenly, holding his head, twisting his eyebrows and thinking, muttering to himself: "Ling'er does have a birthmark, where does it grow? Is it an arm...... My head, nothing is reflected...... Infinite, infinitely ......"

Zhang Qiurong shouted and ran outside the wing, her mood was extremely unstable, obviously a short journey, because of her panic, excitement and eagerness, she actually stumbled all the way, ran all the way, and only after about a cup of tea did she turn the corner and came to Zhong Wuji's side.

Zhong Wuji hurriedly greeted him and asked respectfully, "What happened to Madam, is it that Feng Qianqian is disrespectful to you?"

"Wuji, birthmarks, birthmarks on arms. Zhang Qiurong grabbed Zhong Wuji's sleeve and said, "Wuji, the birthmark on Miss Feng's arm is the same as Ling'er's......."

And at this moment, Feng Qianqian in the wing room woke up, she jumped up from the ground, and looked at the unfamiliar environment in great surprise. Outside the room, the voices of Zhang Qiurong and Zhong Wuji came faintly, and Feng Qianqian hurriedly walked to the door of the wing room and looked out secretly.

When he saw Zhong Wuji, Feng Qianqian exclaimed: "Zhong Wuji, it's really him." She immediately recognized that this Zhong Wuji was the silver-faced Qin Ye's subordinate. Feng Qianqian thought that he had been controlled by Qin Ye's poison for many years, and if Zhong Wuji found out that he had detoxified, then Qin Ye would definitely not let him go. Perhaps, he will force himself to take other poisons.

So, Feng Qianqian immediately thought of leaving. She looked around the room, and when she saw the window not far away, she was immediately relieved. Feng Qianqian glanced at Zhang Qiurong gratefully, and the scene of being molested by two men and Zhang Qiurong saving herself vaguely came to mind, Feng Qianqian muttered: "Mrs. Qiu, thank you for saving Qianqian." ”

With that, Feng Qianqian flew up with a few feet, quietly jumped towards the window, and disappeared without a trace. When Zhong Wuji and Zhang Qiurong came to the wing, Feng Qianqian was already gone.

Looking at the empty bed, Zhang Qiurong exclaimed: "Wuji, Qianqian was still here just now, why did she suddenly disappear?"

Looking at the open window, Zhong Wuji immediately understood. He secretly thought, "Feng Qianqian may be unfavorable to Madame, since she is gone now, it is also a good thing." ”

So, Zhong Wuji said, "Madam, this Feng girl must have something important, so she left first without saying hello." ”

Zhang Qiurong was anxious, his eyes were moist, and he said, "How can she ...... Why did she leave, her birthmark is too similar to my Ling'er...... Wuji, what do you say about this?"

Zhong Wuji bowed and said, "Madam, don't worry, Miss Feng's mother and the general are old acquaintances. As long as Mrs. wants to find it, when we return to the General's Mansion, we will announce Miss Feng for Mrs. ”

"Really? That's great...... Zhang Qiurong paced in place excitedly, muttering: "Where is Ling'er's birthmark? If you find Liu's maternity back then, she may remember where my Ling'er's birthmark is......"

Zhang Qiurong couldn't say a few words, but it aroused Zhong Wuji's deep thought, what kind of birthmark did Feng Qianqian's arm have? What kind of birthmark did the dead Miss Ling'er have?

Some time ago, Qin Ye asked Zhong Wuji to go to Liujia Village to investigate Grandma Liu's affairs, that is, eighteen years ago, the midwife who delivered birth for Zhang Qiurong. It's just that on the second day of Ling'er's death, Grandma Liu also died inexplicably, and a fierce woman appeared in Liujia Village. Zhong Wuji spent a lot of effort, but he didn't find out who the fierce woman was, but he learned that Grandma Liu also had a daughter named Liu Lan, but this girl from the Liu family had been married for many years, and it would take a lot of effort to find it.

At that time, Zhong Wuji wanted to escort Zhang Qiurong to the meditation nunnery to post a list to seek a doctor, so the search for the girl of the Liu family was temporarily delayed. At this time, Zhang Qiurong talked about Liu's wife, and Zhong Wuji responded: "Madam, Grandma Liu is dead, so if Miss Ling'er has any birthmark on her arm, she shouldn't be able to help you remember." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Qiurong hurriedly said: "What should I do then? Wuji, but I can't think of anything, so I blame my brain for not using my ......" She patted her head in frustration, looking haggard and helpless, and deeply blamed herself.

Zhong Wuji hurriedly said with relief: "Don't worry, madam, maybe there is someone who can know if Miss Ling'er has a long birthmark." ”

Zhang Qiurong immediately ignited a glimmer of hope and responded: "Who is she? Wuji, let's go see her immediately." ”

Zhong Wuji replied respectfully: "Madam, her Grandma Liu's daughter Liu Lan, as long as we return to the General's Mansion, the General will send someone to inquire about her whereabouts." Then Madam, whether Miss Ling'er has a birthmark on her arm will soon be known. ”

"Great, Wuji...... This is wonderful......" Zhang Qiurong muttered to himself, pacing back and forth, looking excited and restless, frowning and eagerly anticiful. What's even more worrying is that her eyes are confused and her mind is a little unclear. Zhang Qiurong picked up the cloth bag doll at the head of the bed, and began to chant again: "Ling'er, mother's good Ling'er...... Don't leave your mother ......"

"Alas!" Seeing this, Zhong Wuji let out a long sigh, bowed down and exited the room, guarding the door, stunned. Zhong Wuji knew that the birthmark on Feng Qianqian's arm had already aroused Zhang Qiurong's eager attention, and it had disturbed her mind, and her slightly better mood had been aggravated by this stimulation.

Zhong Wuji thought secretly: "Now I can only return to the General's Mansion earlier, and leave everything to Qin Ye to decide." (To be continued.) )