Tomb Raider: What kind of heroine is she?

Zhang Haike sat on a chair in the Hong Mansion, silently looking around the house, looking at the table, the vases, and the calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

He picked up the teacup on the table and used the front of it to cover the lower half of his face. He tilted his head slightly, coughed lightly a few times, and spoke silently to the young man with his mouth.

"Tomb robber."

The young man who was sitting silently with his back straight heard Zhang Haike cough, raised his eyelids and looked at him. After understanding what Zhang Haike said, he nodded slightly, then slowly moved his head back and stared at the cracks in the bluestone floor.

Zhang Haike was relieved to see that the young man nodded and confirmed that it was his colleagues. He took a sip of the tea in his hand, looked at the young man who was tense and relaxed, and said in a low voice with some helplessness.

"Chief, don't be nervous, relax. The other side is not a zombie..."

Before he could finish, he saw a handsome man with a romantic temperament walking towards him quickly. The bright look in his eyes when he saw that there were only two of them disappeared. He paused slightly, walked in, and saluted the two of them with a fist.

Zhang Haike and the younger brother also stood up to greet the newcomers. While they were looking at Er Yuehong, Er Yuehong was also looking at the two Zhang family members, guessing their purpose.

"I'm sorry, everyone. I just had something to do. The housekeeper in the mansion is also with me, so I asked the servant to entertain you for a long time. I am also very negligent. Please forgive me. I wonder what the two Zhang family members are here for when they come to the Hong Mansion again?"

"Come again?"

Zhang Haike, who had felt that the servants in the Hong Mansion always had a strange familiarity with him and Xiaoge, immediately grasped the key point when he heard and saw Er Yuehong's words and asked. At this moment, even Xiaoge, who had originally lowered his head, slightly raised it.

Er Yuehong nodded, looking at the two Zhang family members with extraordinary temperament. He had never seen the one who just spoke, but he could tell from the occasional gleam in his eyes that this person was not easy to mess with. As for the other one, even from the temperament around him, he could feel that he was even harder to mess with than the one who spoke.

When he saw the face of this even more difficult guy, he couldn't help but mutter in surprise.

"Zhang Qiling."

Zhang Qiling's eyes flickered when he heard the name, and his eyebrows slightly frowned. Even Zhang Haike beside him had an expression of disbelief. You have to know that they haven't had time to introduce themselves yet, so how did the owner of the Red Mansion know them?

No, it wasn't that Zhang Qiling. Although this person's facial features were very similar to that person, he was much older than the Zhang Qiling I saw that day. This was a face of someone in his twenties.

Er Yuehong kept denying it in his heart, and looked at the expressions of the two people, but the ominous premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger. A voice interrupted Er Yuehong's thoughts.

This time, the young man who had been silent before stared at Er Yuehong and asked.

"The Zhang family has been here before? Do you know me?"

When Er Yuehong heard this question and looked at Zhang Qiling's dark eyes, he subconsciously wanted to nod. But he was afraid that he couldn't explain it clearly, so he thought about it and organized his words to reply to the young man in front of him who was so aggressive.

"A few days ago, the Zhang family came and said they were going to take the Saint home. They took away my younger sister, Zhang Xingxing. It was the clan leader Zhang Qiling who brought people to pick her up personally, but that person was a teenager who looked very much like you. That's why I was so surprised."

When Zhang Haike heard these ridiculous words, he stared at Er Yuehong in disbelief. He immediately turned to look at the young man, wanting to ask him what was going on.

He had too many questions to ask. For example, why did the Saint follow the Zhang family but never return to the Zhang family? When did the Zhang family know the Saint's location? Who was the teenage man named Zhang Qiling who looked like the patriarch?

But all he saw was the young man with a fierce aura slowly raising his hand and asking Er Yuehong in a cold voice.

"Do all the Zhang family members have hands like this?"

Er Yuehong looked at the hands of the man in front of him. They were a pair of slender and powerful hands, with distinct knuckles. The blue veins on the back of the hands were like winding rivers, flowing quietly under the skin. But the most attractive thing was the unusually long index and middle fingers. This made him speak with some surprise.

"Fa Qiu Finger. Are you the Fa Qiu Tianguan of the Northern School?"

Zhang Qiling was not surprised when he heard Er Yuehong's words. He shook his head and just stared at Er Yuehong, waiting for his reply. Er Yuehong thought he had misunderstood, so he apologized and tried to recall the day when he took the hand of the Zhang family who came to find Zhang Xingxing.

In less than a moment, he shook his head to confirm that the group of people did not have such strange fingers.

After getting the reply, Zhang Haike and Zhang Qiling looked at each other. If the Zhang family really came to pick up Zhang Xingxing, they would not hide these characteristics at all, unless...

They are fake!

Zhang Haike's eyes darkened when he thought of this. No, why would the Saint follow the fake Zhang family? He heard a strange sound, and saw that the handle of the chair where the head of his family sat was almost broken.

Er Yuehong, who had already sensed something was wrong, asked the two people cautiously with a hint of hope in his despair.

"Xingxing was taken away by the Zhang family, right? Even though she lost her memory, she still remembered what her brother looked like, so she followed him. It was your Zhang family who took her away, right?"

At this moment, the central hall of the Hong Mansion was as silent as death. Er Yuehong leaned on the stool with a look of despair, lowering her head and muttering. "It was your Zhang family who took her away. No, if it weren't for the Zhang family, everything would be fine now. It's all your fault, it's all your fault for your face."

It turns out that she also lost her memory, so they missed each other step by step...

The bitter young man held the knife, feeling a little overwhelmed. He seemed to have lost his star again.

Zhang Haike felt for a moment that he was dreaming when he heard the information that was as much as a nuclear explosion. But when he touched his palm, which was pierced by his fingers, the pain that was hard to ignore told him that all this was real.

Just when everyone was in a state of despair, the butler led an old man to the central hall, bowed slightly and said to the second master.

"Second Master, this old man selling oranges said that someone introduced him to send some oranges and some other things to Master Chenpi."

The second master, who was in a bad mood, was just about to send the man away when he heard the old man's words. He immediately grabbed his hand that was about to send the man away.

"Yes, yes. A girl bought my oranges and said that Master Chenpi of the Hong Mansion would definitely like them. She wanted to give them to Master Hong Mansion, but she didn't have enough money and had something urgent to do. So she asked me to just deliver the oranges and other things to the Hong Mansion and ask for the money directly."

As Erye listened to the old man's words, he had a strange feeling in his heart. The only person who would buy oranges for Chenpi should be that person. Thinking of this, he immediately asked the housekeeper to give the man a silver ingot, buy the oranges, and ask him to take out the things.

The old man looked at the heavy silver in his hand, took the silver with his dark and rough hands, put it to his mouth and took a bite. He thought: That girl is really a living Bodhisattva, what she said is so accurate, the rich and powerful people really have so much money and are so generous, his wife's illness can finally be treated by a doctor.

He still remembered what the kind-hearted girl said to him, "Uncle, how long are you going to sell this? I can't afford to delay my aunt's illness. What if it gets worse?"

Then he sighed as if with heartache and said, "Well, I am doing good deeds. I wanted to buy some oranges to please the young master of the Hong Mansion. Young Master Chenpi likes oranges very much. But you are really too pitiful, so I will give you this opportunity first. The Hong Mansion is a big family with a lot of money. As long as you send the oranges, your wife's medical expenses will definitely be settled." She paused, as if she was a little embarrassed, and took out an envelope from her sleeve and put it in his box, and said in a low voice.

"I am busy now and I don't have enough money with me. Maybe it is God's will that I tell you this. Just please take this letter to him and let him know my feelings. I don't ask for anything else."

This girl definitely likes the young master Chenpi from the Red Mansion. The old man was just grumbling in his heart, but he agreed after thinking about it.

Thinking of this, he shook his head, and quickly stuffed the silver into the secret pocket of his lapel, then pulled out a package that looked like a letter from the orange box. He could even hear the sound of glass colliding. Er Yuehong quickly took it, and when she saw the "Second Brother's Personal Address" on the envelope, she knew it was really her!

Just as Erye was about to open it, he was stopped by the old man, who asked.

"Are you Master Chenpi?"

Er Yuehong was stunned when he heard this. He shook his head subconsciously and responded.

"I am Chenpi's master."

Hearing this, the old man looked serious, stared at Er Yuehong with a look of extreme disapproval, and spoke.

"You are not Master Chenpi. This thing is given to Master Chenpi. Even if you are his master, you cannot open it."

Er Yuehong held the envelope in one hand and pointed at the words on it with the other hand, and asked the old man in great confusion.

"But it says here that it was written by the Second Master himself, and it was written for me to write it personally."

The old man's mind went blank for a second after hearing this. It turned out that the girl actually liked the master? She was trying to please the young master in order to become his master's wife?

The old man shook his confused head. He couldn't understand it. Your circle is just so chaotic.