My Wife Is A Transmigrated Master Cultivator
64. Tang Jia Bao Pavilion
After leaving Song's room, Lu Zijia walked to the door of the second room.
There was no need to say anything from him this time, Song Zhuohai spontaneously opened the door for him and asked him to come in.
"This is my room and my wife's."
Lu Zijia walked in and nodded, "I can see it."
"Mr Lu?"
Seeing Lu Zijia walk to the balcony, and then stand outside the balcony and stop moving, she could not help but make a sound.
"God! We have a room too?"
Fang Yueqiu, who was also following behind, paled again, his legs were soft, and he nearly fell down.
Fortunately, Song Zhuohai held him back because of his quick eyes and quick hands.
Song Zhuohai did not know if Lu Zijia saw anything, and did not answer his wife's question.
Instead, they looked at Lu Zijia together, waiting for her answer anxiously.
Lu Zijia stood on the balcony, staring at the violet flower pot for a while, beckoning the foursome Song family, gesturing for them to come.
"Master Lu, did you find anything?" Song Zhuohai asked his wife as he walked over.
In fact, Song Zhuohai wished that Lu Zijia would not find him, which meant that there were no such dirty items.
Unfortunately, Lu Zijia did not do what she wanted.
I saw him stretch out his white fingers and point to the violet on the balcony. “This flower was raised with human blood and has been spelled.
One month after this violet flower appears, husband and wife must often have nightmares right?
Next, the scene in your dream is what you most want to happen in your heart. "
Following what Lu Zijia said, Song Zhuohai and Fang Yueqiu's expressions changed.
Looking at what it looked like, it was clearly a hit.
"I remember this potted flower, Zhuolan gave it to you, right?"
Old man Song stared at the violet flower pot with old eyes, his face expressionless, his tone like the calm before the storm.
Fang Yueqiu opened his mouth for a while before he said something, "Yes, yes, it was given to me by Zhuolan over two months ago."
At the right time, she and her husband had nightmares together for over a month.
If it was a landscape painting before, it could be said that Song Zhuolan might have been used by someone else.
So, what about this violet flower pot now? Is it still used?
This kind of statement is truly unbelievable!
"Why!"
Fang Yueqiu's body could not help but tremble, and his eyes on Song Zixuan were filled with endless regret.
Why did Song Zhuolan do this? Over the years, she had fully treated Song Zhuolan as her own sister and had never treated her in the slightest.
Why is Song Zhuolan still doing this!
Zixuan was his biological son, a lineage of the Song family, and his nephew from Song Zhuolan!
Poor son, who had suffered so much for so many years, let her be a mother, what face would she face for this son in the future?
"Little Autumn..."
Song Zhuohai also understood that Song Zhuolan was most suspicious now, but Song Zhuolan was his sister.
After all, it was impossible for him to attack his sister until he actually examined her.
Fang Yueqiu also understood Song Zhuohai's worries, but was able to understand, but some were unable to accept them.
After all, the proof was so complete presented before him, how could he believe that Song Zhuolan was innocent?
Song Zhuohai saw his hand being pushed by his wife, and he violently twitched in his heart, and opened his mouth to say something.
But Fang Yueqiu did not seem to want to listen to her anymore, he turned around silently and turned his back on her.
Lu Zijia looked at the Song family that had fallen into a heavy and silent state, and a touch of sympathy flashed in her eyes.
Judging from the current situation, not only was Song Zixuan an unlucky person in the Song family, but even the entire Song family seemed to be unlucky.
Tsk, the Song family's luck is really bad.
"Well, your homework will be completed later when the issue is resolved. My job is not done."
Lu Zijia spoke, waking up the Song family who had fallen silent.
Hearing Lu Zijia say that this was not over, the expressions of the four Song family members could not help but grimly anymore.
Of course, this gloom was not for Lu Zijia, but for the person behind the people who were doing a great disservice to their families.
"How much is this?" Song Zixuan left with Lu Zijia again, and inevitably asked.
"Don't worry, only the last one is left."
Lu Zijia raised her hand and patted Song Zixuan on the shoulder, feeling comfortable.
Zixuan's song, "..."
There was so much filthy stuff in the house, how could he feel relieved?
And, can you look at it with sympathy again!
This made him easily think of the look in Lu Zijia's eyes when she called him unlucky!
Hearing Lu Zijia say that it was the latter, the other three in the Song family did not know whether they should breathe a sigh of relief or should be angry.
"This is my study."
Seeing Lu Zijia stopping at the door of the last room on the second floor, Song Zhuohai said quickly, and then opened the door for Lu Zijia.
Hearing that it was a study room, Lu Zijia did not directly enter, but said to Song Zhuohai, "Do you need to go in and clean yourself up?"
Of course, he intended to keep the documents that Song Zhuohai considered important.
After all, a study room is an important place for one person.
Such as pill room, purification room, etc. In the cultivation world, if you enter without the permission of a master in the cultivation world, the master can kill intruders.
This is the rule of the realm of understanding.
Song Zhuohai did not expect Lu Zijia to say that, and said quickly, "No need, Master Lu, please come in."
Every time he finished processing the documents in the workspace, he would carefully store those documents.
So, I'm not worried about someone breaking into his study room and seeing any classified documents.
However, what Lu Zijia could say made Song Zhuohai's affection for Lu Zijia even higher.
Many other skilled masters would not consider this.
The master who was invited by his sister many years ago did not think about this, but went straight into his study.
getting an agreed answer, Lu Zijia did not cause it anymore, and went straight in.
Soon, Lu Zijia found her destination.
Seeing Lu Zijia's gaze fall on the jade dragon ornament on the table, Song Zhuohai's heart stiffened slightly.
"This is a good guy."
Before Song Zhuohai could ask, Lu Zijia spoke first, and immediately took out a dragon-shaped ornament carved from jade, the size of a palm.
Song Zhuohai always felt that there was something in his words, and did not sigh in relief.
"Master Lu, I have studied whether this jade is real or rare ice jade.
Is there something wrong with this jade dragon ornament? "
Song Zhuohai was a dragon, so when she received this birthday present, she was very happy and liked it.
I placed the jade dragon ornament on the table so that I could see it often.
Lu Zijia shook her head, in a pitying tone, "Jade is a fine jade, but it's a pity that there's something in it."