Zhang Zhumou

A child died in Yongchang Bofu three years ago. No one remembers the baby with the flame birthmark on his left shoulder, except his mother— The Su Yunjin who had boiling water splashed on her back, kicked out of the house, and knelt in the rain all night with no one to come to her door. Three years later, there was a shopkeeper Dai Mili named Su in Jinxiufang in the capital. The painting "One Hundred Sons and Thousands of Grandsons" she embroidered had a cinnabar mole in the middle of the boy's forehead, which frightened the old lady into changing her face on the spot; In the "Picture of Mandarin Ducks Playing in the Water" she embroidered, the female mandarin duck has resentment hidden in her eyes, which makes Su go crazy in her sedan chair and tear up her wedding dress; The Buddhist scripture box she embroidered had a picture of a crying baby hidden inside, forcing Aunt Li to hang herself in the Buddhist temple... Three people were killed in the backyard of the uncle's house, and all the piles were related to the accident three years ago. Until Gu Changce, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, left a jade pendant engraved with "Qingluan" on her threshold. Shopkeeper Su, what you are embroidering is not flowers, but lives. He pursued an old case for ten years, and she carried out a blood feud for three years. He is the surviving son of Qingluan, and she is a descendant of Baifeng. They have the same origins in the embroidered language of the north and the south. The person who can understand what my mother said before her death is the person you are looking for—— It turned out that she was the one I was looking for. When the actual record of the deposed prince case on the back of "One Hundred Sons and Thousands of Grandsons" was revealed, When the longitude and latitude coordinates of the main hall of the uncle's house point to the shocking injustice case twenty years ago, When the "shadow appearance" above the court caused eighteen criminals to collapse and confess at the same time—— Only then did she realize that her son's death was never a matter of backyard intrigue, but a game of chess that had been laid out from the previous generation. Mr. Gu, our mothers are from the same sect. But if you stand in my way—— Like me, I will send you to hell.