Hou Xian'e's home is an ancient courtyard. The yard is not big, and there are about seven or eight rooms including the left and right wing rooms, but it is enough for a family to live in!
As soon as you enter the door, you will see a screen wall carved from blue bricks. Under the screen wall, a small flower bed has been ingeniously dug, which is now full of flowers.
After passing the screen wall, you will enter the main courtyard. The road in the courtyard is paved with bluestone, and the small courtyard is full of flowers.
It's obvious that the people who live here love flowers.
Song Ning walked into the main house with a strange smile on his face. After seeing the hostess who had been waiting for a long time, he suddenly smiled with sudden enlightenment.
Interesting, really interesting...
Cao Hongyuan glanced at Song Ning lazily, but Song Ning turned her head away and ignored him.
He also has a magical ability. Even though they are the same age, people always subconsciously ignore his age.
For example, right now, Hou Xianye held a cup of tea in his hands and handed it to Cao Hongyuan...
"Miss Song..."
Cao Hongyuan's wife called Song Ning softly, bringing Song Ning back to her senses.
"Yesterday, when I heard what Old Hou said, an old sage with an immortal appearance appeared in my mind. I didn't expect that when I see her now, Miss Song actually looks so young!"
She is an elegant and beautiful woman with graceful demeanor, and at first glance she looks like Hou Xian'e's daughter.
At this moment, she looked at Song Ning with a smile, with a unique temperament accumulated over the years.
It’s so beautiful!
Song Ning smacked her lips in admiration.
"Miss Song, please!"
The Marquis's wife maintained a proper smile and personally handed Song Ning a cup of tea.
Song Ning smiled, took the tea she handed over, and gently placed it on the coffee table.
The smile on Madam Hou's face faded, and when she looked up again, there was an inexplicable sense of distance on her face...
"you do not say!"
Hou Xianbei smiled and continued, "You have no idea how surprised we were last night!"
"I was carrying this amulet with me, and before I even left the club, someone offered me 500,000 yuan..."
"That kid, Li De, was completely surrounded by people. When I left, he was still making a lot of noise!"
"Miss Song, last night I heard you talk about the power of the Plague God... Why did this thing appear in my body?"
Hou Xian'e poured a cup of tea for his wife very naturally and looked at Song Ning curiously.
To be honest, he only felt the power of the Plague God last night, as if he had a bad cold, but he didn't feel anything at other times.
After taking the amulet carved by Song Ning, he no longer felt strange. At this time, he did not feel the horror of the power of the God of Plague at all.
However, Cao Xianye still vividly remembers Cao Hongyuan’s miserable condition last night.
Only then would he solemnly invite Song Ning to his home to help solve this problem completely.
"Speaking of which..."
Hou Xian'e's wife pondered for a few seconds and looked at Hou Xian'e seriously.
"Old Hou, do you still remember if there was a fire at home some time ago?"
"You mean..."
Hou Xianbei thought for a few seconds, then looked at Song Ning in astonishment.
"Will the power of the Plague God endanger the people or animals around him?"
"It depends..."
Song Ning gave Madam Hou a meaningful look and said, "In most cases, absolutely!"
"That…"
Hou Xian'e's pupils shrank. "Could my parents' death also be related to the power of the Plague God?"
"pretty close!"
Song Ning immediately confirmed Hou Xian's guess, "The Buddhist beads you wore on your wrist before were quite spiritual. You wore them all the time, so naturally, the Plague God's still weak power was powerless."
"However, the people around you, especially your family members, are not so lucky..."
"Their bodies will gradually weaken, and over time they will be bedridden and die from exhaustion!"
"If you pay attention to the health of your friends and family, you'll notice that the closer you are to them, the more likely they are to get sick."
"This power of the plague god will even affect the aura of your home. Over time, you won't be able to support any living things in your home, including plants."
As Song Ning spoke, she cast a meaningful glance at the Marquis' wife.
The Marquis's wife lowered her head and sipped her tea, her mind seemed to be wandering, and she did not notice the deep meaning of Song Ning's painting.
“It turned out to be like this…it turned out to be like this…”
Hou Xian'er's hands were shaking so much that he could barely hold the teacup. "I killed my father..."
"I…"
Hou Xian'e's lips were trembling and he couldn't speak. He grabbed his hair with a look of pain on his face and lowered his forehead against the coffee table.
"Old Hou..."
Madam Hou gently hugged Hou Xianbei's head with a sad tone, "It's not your fault..."
"No one wants this! Blame it on this damn fate!"
Song Ning blinked her eyes. The two people in front of her were so weak in grasping the key points!
Wasn't what she meant just now to remind Hou Xian'e that the flowers in her house were blooming so brightly, which was obviously abnormal?
Is it really that she has poor expressive ability?
Cao Hongyuan curled the corners of his mouth slightly. Although Song Ning's expression was very tactful, it was not difficult for some people to understand with their IQ. The key was that some people did not want to understand.
You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep!
"Can the power of the Plague God be dispelled?"
Cao Hongyuan tapped Song Ning's forehead with his finger and said, "Hurry up, we're busy!"
Song Ning gritted her teeth. The one who paid the money was the boss, so she had to endure it!
"I have already drawn the power of the God of Plague out of Mr. Hou's body. As long as he wears the amulet for a period of time, it will naturally be completely dispelled."
"As for the power of the Plague God in the home, we need to start with the home's decoration and feng shui..."
Song Ning motioned Cao Hongyuan to come out with her, "The renovations in the yard are definitely going to be major..."
Song Ning took Cao Hongyuan by the hand and told him several things that needed to be changed. Then she pulled him mysteriously to the center of the yard.
The Hou family's yard is very large, and the voices of two people standing in the middle of the yard can hardly be heard by people in the house.
"Does Mr. Hou know about Madam Hou's infidelity?"
Cao Hongyuan stared at Song Ning with a half-smile on his face, "Is this the Yuan Yuan who gave you that weird expression the moment you walked in?"
"Uh...what else!"
Song Ning looked at Cao Hongyuan in shock, "You don't know?"
"Why should I know about other people's things?"
Cao Hongyuan's face turned grumpy in an instant, "What on earth do you want to say?"
Song Ning immediately lost her desire to gossip, and pointed to the fresh flowers growing in the flowerbed in front of the right wing with a lack of interest and said:
"Look carefully. Aren't the flowers on the right blooming brighter than those on the left?"
"The spot on the right is the peach blossom spot in feng shui. It's full of flowers. After all, the mistress of the house is cheating..."
Song Ning smacked his lips a few times. "The power of the Plague God can't just appear out of thin air. Someone must have found a way to attract it..."
"Do you suspect the Marquis' wife?"
Cao Hongyuan narrowed his eyes.
"You still doubt me! If it wasn't her fault, I'd tear my head off and let you kick it like a ball!"
Song Ning glared at Cao Hongyuan unhappily. What a heartless and boring steel-headed man!
Being with him, her gossipy soul was temporarily sealed...
"Just based on a flower bed, you concluded that the Marquis' wife was having an affair?"
Cao Hongyuan glanced at Song Ning expressionlessly, "You'd better produce evidence, otherwise you are slandering..."
"hehe…"
Song Ningjian wanted to laugh at Cao Hongyuan's face full of saliva.
What evidence is there!