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After a while, someone hurriedly came out and replied: "General, there is no one inside." But ......" said and looked at Hua Taijun.

Say. Hua Taijun looked at the man.

But the woman's bloody garment was found. ”

A group of people 'popped' in their hearts. Gao took two steps forward, leaned closer to Hua Taijun's side, and looked at the room inside.

"I'll take a look. Hua Taijun stabilized his mind and walked inside. Will take a step and be pulled by Gao.

Hua Taijun turned his head, Gao looked at her, and said, "Mother, I'll go." I know the garments of the house better than you. ”

Hua Taijun had a calm face and looked at Gao Shi without speaking.

Mrs. Zhuo on the side stepped forward and walked to Hua Taijun's side, pulled her back, and said gently: "I'll go in with my eldest daughter-in-law to see, you are waiting outside." ”

Hearing Mrs. Zhuo's words, Hua Taijun was calm, and then nodded in response.

Only then did Mrs. Zhuo and the Gao family enter the yellow mud house.

There are three rooms in total, and the middle hall is dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva, and the tables and chairs in the room are overturned, and the door of the left room is closed, and the guards are standing in the right room.

Mrs. Zhuo and Gao went to the room on the right first, there was a cabinet in the room, the cabinet was opened at this time, and the woman's clothes fell out of it, with blood stains on them.

Mrs. Zhuo's face was calm, but he also held on, but the Gao family who followed Mrs. Zhuo was unstable. She stepped forward in two steps and crouched in front of the pile of clothes. The clothes already smelled of rot. The blood stains on it have coagulated, and because it has been too long, the blood stains are lighter, and they have turned yellow.

Gao slowly stood up, with tears in his eyes, and turned his head to look at Mrs. Zhuo: "It's the clothes of the Zhuo family." ”

Mrs. Zhuo listened, and his face darkened. Waving at the people on the side, the guards put their clothes in the cabinet and carried them out.

Mrs. Zhuo led people to the room on the left again, and at this time the door on the left was closed, and a small iron lock was on it.

"Smash it open. Mrs. Zhuo put his hands behind his back and looked at the door. Said in a gloomy voice.

When the guards heard him, a strong and tall guard stepped out and slammed his foot on the door, and the door fell over, and then the dust that fell to the ground rose up, and everyone raised their hands to block it.

Turning on the dust, the front guard raised his feet and entered, and as soon as he entered, he paused, looked at the room incredulously, and stared at him with straight eyes. The second three, four...... When you go in, it's still the same.

"What's the matter?" asked Mrs. Zhuo outside the door, stepped forward and stepped in, and as soon as he entered, his eyes widened, looking at the scene in the room.

There was a small bed in the room, and there was a female corpse lying on it, and there were many stabs on her body, all of which were covered in blood, and her face was also bloody, but her appearance could be clearly seen.

It is the fourth lady of Zhuo Jiashu, Zhuo Yijia.

Mrs. Zhuo suppressed the emotions in his heart, stepped forward and walked to the side of Zhuo Si's corpse, his face had turned purple after being dead for a long time. The stiff body lay flat in a strange position.

Fortunately, it was winter, and the corpses did not produce eggs, so they were not so unsightly.

"Leave the two of them here and don't move. Go to Dali Temple immediately. Mrs. Zhuo said in a deep voice, then waved his sleeves and walked out the door.

Gao was still standing outside the door, rubbing his hands and anxiously waiting for Mrs. Zhuo inside. As soon as Mrs. Zhuo came out, he saw her. Shaking his head at her, "Come out with me." ”

Gao followed out behind Mrs. Zhuo.

Hua Taijun and his party were waiting outside, and when they saw Mrs. Zhuo and the Gao family coming out, they all looked at them.

Mrs. Zhuo walked to Hua Taijun's side, glanced at her, looked at everyone again, and said, "Let's go back first." ”

Hua Taijun looked at him and didn't speak, he lowered his head, looked at Hua Taijun, and then shook his head, his face full of solemnity.

"Is it Si'er?" Hua Taijun asked in a low voice. Zhuo Zihua in front also turned his head to look.

Mrs. Zhuo exhaled before nodding: "Well, I've already gone." ”

Hua Taijun's body was stunned, his heart sank, and then he followed the crowd.

In the afternoon of the same day, Uncle Zheng Tian, the secretary of Dali Temple, personally led people to Fan Lin Mountain.

At night, the murderous death of the fourth lady of the Zhuo family spread in the capital.

The news in the night seemed to have grown feet, and it ran all over the capital. After Uncle Zheng Tian returned home from Fanlin Temple, he received a letter. After reading it, he immediately burned.

Dali Temple has not found out the reason, and the matter has been handed over to the Criminal Department. The Criminal Department did not find out why. The case can't be found, people can't stay in the mortuary all the time, and they should be buried or choose a day to be buried.

So after shelving for more than a month, no clues were found, and the Zhuo family finally decided to bury the coffin. This has become an unsolved case.

Because she was a daughter who didn't have a concubine, she couldn't even hold a funeral or enter the ancestral grave, so she had to choose another place outside the city to be buried.

The Zhuo family was shrouded in a layer of clouds, and it didn't take long for the Zhuo family to recover from their grief, and the days began to pass again as usual.

The Sun family is different.

The days go back another month, and the north is in the city of Yi.

Zhuo Yijia and Zhishu have never been out since that day. All things are sent out to do. Zhao Fengyao stayed in his own room. Zhihua fed the poison day by day, and in the end, Zhao Fengyao finally couldn't do it, so he could only lie in bed every day.

Zhuo Yijia would go to see it once a day, Zhao Fengyao's face was pale, his lips were black, and he was lying on the bed and forced his eyes to fall asleep. Day after day he fell asleep.

Another day, Zhuo Yijia went to see Zhao Fengyao. Zhao Fengyao was still sleeping heavily on the bed. Zhuo Yijia stepped forward to probe his snort. With a shallow, faint snort, he walked to Zhao Fengyao's bed and sat down.

After a long time, Zhao Fengyao woke up slowly, with snow in his tired eyes, and turned his head to look at Zhuo Yijia who was sitting on the edge of the bed: "Why are you here?"

"I come every day. Zhuo Yijia sat on the edge of Zhao Fengyao's bed.

Zhao Fengyao's dark lips opened slightly, his face was weak and gray, and he had to get closer to hear what he said.

For some reason, Zhuo Yijia suddenly remembered that he was in danger in his previous life. It seems to be the same way.

Looking at him, Zhuo Yijia suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid that I'm a liar and then poison you?"

"Why do you want to poison me?" Zhao Fengyao didn't have the strength to speak, but he just wanted to say something to her.

Zhuo Yijia tilted her head and thought for a while, "Yes, this question seems a little silly. ”

Looking at Zhao Fengyao, the two looked at each other and suddenly smiled.

"Why are you laughing?" Zhuo Yijia looked at Zhao Fengyao lying on the bed, and the gloom that had been on his face for the past few days slowly dissipated.

Zhao Fengyao's gray face still had a shallow smile, and he looked at Zhuo Yijia: "Why are you smiling?"

Zhuo Yijia slowly relaxed her body and leaned on the back of the chair, staring at Zhao Fengyao and shaking her head: "I don't know what I'm laughing at." ”