"What are you doing pretending to be a ghost?" said the prefect, puzzled.

"Oops!" Ling Yun patted his thigh and said, "Not good, my lord, you are right, you do have a concubine, and you are pregnant, but today you are in labor, and you died in childbirth, so I knew that you didn't have a concubine just now, and then I knew that it was because she died, but adults don't need to be sad, because the child in her womb is not yours." ”

"What did you say?" The prefect's eyes were split, neither believing that the concubine was dead, nor believing that the child was not his own.

Ling Yun smiled: "Don't be angry, listen to my explanation." Besides, the lovers outside your house, I'm afraid there is no shortage of first-class kung fu in bed, they used to be prostitutes, and when they were introduced to you, they deliberately pretended to be good women, and the adults were deceived. As for the pregnant concubine, she has been a mistress with adults outside the house for many years, and she has never been pregnant. ”

When the prefect was doubting his heart, a person outside the county government came to report, and before he could ask for instructions, he rushed into the county hall and said loudly: "The prefect is here?"

The prefect and Ling Yun were in the back hall at the moment, and when they heard the voice of a house slave, they hurriedly got up and returned to the lobby, and said, "You guy, why don't you understand etiquette at all, and rushed in in a panic, what's the matter?"

The man fell to the ground in fear, covered in sweat, and said, "Tell the master, Aunt Zhao at home is about to give birth today, and unfortunately she died in childbirth." ”

Ling Yun was surprised in his heart, could it be that his mouth was open, he just wanted to take the opportunity to deceive this old guy of a lot of silver, and when he returned to the house and found that it was wrong, he couldn't do anything to himself, so he could only suffer a dumb loss, but this little concubine actually died in childbirth, and he sighed in his heart, and secretly blamed himself for not talking nonsense.

The prefect suddenly became sad, and the old tears flowed, and said: "I am old, God, do you have to let me die?"

The slave glanced at Ling Yun with slanted eyes, and said, "Master don't be sad, there is one thing to tell." ”

The prefect wiped his tears, saw that he had been staring at Ling Yun, and said, "This is Wang Zhixian, there is no need to hide something from him, just say it." ”

The slave said yes and said: "That's the case, after Aunt Zhao died of dystocia, the midwife was highly skilled, and she actually delivered the fetus out of the birth canal. ”

The prefect's tears suddenly stopped, and he almost cried with joy, and said, "That's good, say it earlier, it's good that the child is saved." ”

"There's just one more thing, it's very strange. The slave said, "My lord, I don't know if I should say it in front of Lord Wang." ”

"Tell me quickly, there's nothing you can't say. When the prefect saw his mother-in-law and mother-in-law, he said angrily.

"It's my lord, after Aunt Zhao died, she was temporarily suspended in the delivery room, but Li Guo, the inferior slave who picked up dung at home, had to rush in, and couldn't stop it, what did she say, she wanted to see Aunt Zhao for the last time, this is his child, etc., filthy, insulting the head of the family, and was dragged to the backyard by a group of our family members to beat him half to death, and his tongue was cut off, and he was about to ask the adult to give him an order. The slave said.

The prefect's face was gloomy, and he said, "How many people in the family know that Li Guo is making trouble?"

"Aunt Zhao is in the delivery room, which is where the female dependents are, I don't know who the female relatives know, only me and a few family members know among the men, and the others should not know. The slave said.

The prefect sneered: "Then do you think the baby born is like Li Guo, or is it like me?"

Where did the slave dare to raise his head, when he was ordered to enter the back house to stop Li Guo, he saw the baby in the midwife's arms, with a dark complexion, but Aunt Zhao and the prefect were both white and tender-skinned, where were they like these two people, but they were very similar to Li Guo, who was also black and not slippery, but he didn't dare to tell the truth, so he had to say: "Of course it's like an adult, then Li Guo is talking nonsense, and when we go back, we will cut his flesh with a knife and feed it to the dog." ”

The prefect nodded and said, "Very good, you are very good at doing things, but there are still old mothers, wives and children at home?"

"I have only one father in my family who is deaf and can't see the road, my mother has been dead for many years, my wife has died of illness, and I have a son, who is still young, just over seven years old. The slave told the truth.

The prefect took out a machete from the rack of the county government's weapon, his face was full of murderous anger, and he slashed at the slave with a swing of the knife.

Seeing that something was wrong, Ling Yun didn't have time to draw his sword, so he directly raised the scabbard, stopped his knife in mid-air, and said angrily: "He is kind enough to report this matter to you, how can he kill people casually?"

The prefect's eyes showed a fierce light, and he said: "I won't kill him, if he leaks this news, how can I save face?"

"Is your face important, or is his life important?" Ling Yun asked angrily.

"Of course, it's the face of this house. The prefect no longer paid attention to him, threw the knife on the ground, and landed beside the house slave, and said to him, "Forget it, this mansion will not do anything, you can decide it yourself, your old father and young son I will regard it as my own, and raise them well, so that they can live for a long time, and they will have a future in the future." ”

The house slave was trembling and frightened, but when he heard this, he burst into tears, kowtowed again and again, and said, "My lord, the life of a small one is hard, and if you die, you will die, I only hope that the adult will treat my family well." With that, he lifted his knife and slit his throat, and a pool of red blood dripped to the ground, and the dead body fell to the ground.

Ling Yun was shocked and angry, and said, "If you are trying to kill people, do you want to kill me?"

"Oh, if you say it, no one may believe it, but the house slave will think it is true when he goes out, so he must die, and if you tell it, I will dismiss you. The prefect threatened.

"What about the kid, you're going to kill it too?" Ling Yun said.

The prefect sneered: "That's my son, why kill it?"

Ling Yun was speechless, he couldn't imagine that this kind of person would be so good at self-deception, but after thinking about it, since he can't give birth, and he wants to pass on the ancestry, it seems that in addition to the method of the moth and the child, there is only this way to borrow seeds to have children, anyway, the green hat has been worn, and it is enough to kill a pair of cheating wild mandarin ducks, as long as the descendants do not know about it, they can hide it for thousands of generations, the incense will be inherited, and the ancestral tomb will not be wasted.

"So, not only do you have to kill this house slave, in order to kill people and kill people, and cut down the grass and roots, but you also have to kill everyone who knows, including maids, housekeepers, and midwives, right? That's a dozen lives. "Although Ling Yun doesn't know these people, he is so careless about people's lives, he just feels unbearable.

"Hmph, it's just a few cheap lives, this government will be promoted to the frontier official in the future, overseeing the offensive and defensive fortresses of the nine provinces and three passes on the border, and being in charge of the military and political affairs of the three southern provinces, when the time comes, I will be a high-ranking official and powerful person who will leave a name in the annals of history, how can I let the cheap mouths of a few inferior slaves leave me a truth, and damage my reputation?"

Ling Yun knew that this kind of person had already lost his conscience, and he had been an official for many years, so there must be more than this one thing to care about people's lives, so who would care about these lives.