She was sick that day, and if the maid's words were true, then Miss Seven could not be the perpetrator of the crime.

Xiao Mu went back to the shop with the two of them, Aster said that someone had sent a letter in the morning, Feng Chuan opened the letter, glanced at Xiao Mu, and then handed the letter to him.

Miss Zhao's letter, she said that the slave found something in the yard, and she was afraid that the beater left it that night.

There was no time to catch their breath, so they went to Miss Ten.

Her injuries were much better, she reclined on the bench in the inner hall to take a nap, covered with a soft quilt of cotton silk, and when she saw Feng Chuanlai, she got up slowly and stroked her head with her hand.

"Miss Ten is feeling better?"

She got up slowly, supported by a servant on the side, and replied, "Much better." ”

A little maid took the handkerchief, carefully took the clues, and then sent it to Feng Chuan, "This is what the little slave found in the courtyard." ”

"Where?"

Feng Chuan stared at the handkerchief in his hand and spread out his gaze.

A crimson agate drop earring.

It's so beautiful in color.

"It's ......"

Before Miss Ten could speak, the servant spoke first: "This earring was picked up by the firewood pile in the west yard of the slave at the door, and it seems that the one escaped from there that night." ”

Miss Ten is talking now, saying that only the second brother and the seventh sister are good at kung fu in this family. It was a woman again that night, "Is it the seventh sister?" Why did she want to hurt me? ”

She took the lead and said her guess.

Feng Chuan thought for a while, didn't the slave that day say that the fragrance he smelled was water chestnut incense, but the smell of sandalwood on Miss Seven's body reads;.

Miss Ten began to tell their stories again, it turned out that several sisters were not on good terms with her, and the three of them were together on weekdays, and rarely chatted with her. After they got married, they had little contact with each other, but she knew in her heart that her sisters were dissatisfied with their husbands.

"My brothers also live in the house, but they rarely talk to themselves, and several sisters-in-law are not happy to live with them."

Feng Chuan sighed in his heart, a woman marries a man, dresses and eats, and the Zhao family has a son, so how can she need a son-in-law?

Her eyes were magical and strange, and Feng Chuan called the little minion of that day again.

He claimed to have seen the man that night.

"You do smell her?"

The little minion nodded affirmatively.

Feng Chuan changed his method this time and asked, "What kind of fragrance did you smell?" ”

The minion was in a trance and paused, "No, it doesn't smell like anything." ”

"Didn't you say last time that it was water chestnut incense?"

He looked at it with embarrassment, and then looked at Miss Ten again, and said that it might not be the fragrance, but the smell of paper baked by the candle flame in the lantern.

Ren Yongyu looked at the servant from the side, "The corners of your clothes are dirty." The servant hurriedly lowered his head and hurriedly threw himself down, but he didn't notice that there was no ash at the corner of his clothes.

He looked nervous, and at first glance he looked like a liar.

Everyone looked at him, and Feng Chuan seemed to understand something.

She suddenly turned her head to look at Miss Ten.

The woman is beautiful, but her eyes are cold.

The heavy gauze on her head is puzzling, after so many days, the wound has not healed?

The longer the time, the more afraid the wound is to be covered, and the thinner the gauze band, the faster the wound will heal.

Feng Chuan stepped forward and stretched out a hand, "How is Miss Ten's forehead?" ”

She subconsciously took a step back and bowed her head nervously, "Thank you girl for your concern, it's better, but the wound is deep, and it will take a while." ”

"Really?"

Feng Chuan looked her up and down, why would a person with a head injury wear a necklace, if he was not careful, the necklace would touch the wound. The last time Feng Chuan saw her neck bare, she brought a jade necklace today.

What's even stranger is that last time the ribbon was not tied like this.

Her forehead was wide, and the last time the ribbon was tied between her forehead and her eyebrows, but now it was slightly upward.

Hmph, it seems that this is a drama arranged by her alone.

Feng Chuan said, "The injury on Miss Ten's head is not serious, maybe it has been healed a long time ago!" ”

Miss Ten asked her softly, what did she say? bowed his head and wept, crying about his sisters, why treat each other like this.

Xiao Mu was on the side, and asked Miss Ten to open the wound reads;.

Feng Chuan stretched out his hand to stop it.

"I think she did have a wound, but she did hit it herself."

"-You"

"Why did Miss Fengchuan say that? I'm not crazy, how could I hurt myself, there is no benefit in doing this! ”

Feng Chuan pouted, benefits? The good thing is the house.

"I don't understand." "Don't understand?" Feng Chuan began to tell what he had seen one by one.

When she found out that Miss Ten was crying that day, although the husband behind her was nervous, his eyes were not anxious, he seemed to be prepared, and when Lang Zhong came, everyone closed their eyes because they were afraid, but Feng Chuan looked carefully.

Her wound was full of blood, but her wound was blurry, and if a stone was thrown at her in the distance, the wound would be deep, but her wound was shallow, and there was only one reason, that is, she could not bear to attack herself.

"This house belongs to the Zhao family, and the sisters are out of the cabinet and don't want to fight, why do you want to make such a show yourself?" Feng Chuan turned his eyes and looked at it.

She still refuses to admit that she acted in a play.

"Do you admit it, that night, Miss Seven was sick, and everyone can prove that she was in the house, and what you don't know is that although she doesn't like spices, she likes sandalwood very much, so that little minion has been lying just now."

Miss Ten was angry, and said that if it wasn't for the seventh sister, it might be several other sisters.

"How did the other two get out of this house?" Feng Chuan walked to the firewood pile and pointed: "The firewood is placed in the stove house and other places, first, I am afraid that it will be difficult to clean up if it is messed up, and second, I am afraid that the rain and snow will wet it and it will not burn." ”

The snow under the firewood pile proves that this was not a place to put firewood in the first place.

This is a deliberate illusion created by someone to mistakenly believe that the murderer has escaped from here.

"Miss Ten, am I right?"

She finally stopped pleading.

Slumped on the bench and wept.

"I love him, but it's not his fault that he is poor, my father has agreed, but who knows that after he went, several brothers did not forgive, but they were embarrassed, they said that this house does not allow outsiders. I thought my sisters would help talk, but not only did they not help, but they also said cool things. She wiped her tears.

She has a grudge, the world is so big, they are both brothers and sisters, why can't they fulfill their couple?

Xiao Mu walked up to her and said; "You slander others, I will take you back to the yamen."

At this moment her husband rushed out of the house.

He didn't say a word, and suddenly a tear slipped down his face.

"I ......"

"-I'll wait for you!"

She finally understood that wealth is not everything, and it would be good if she could be with the person she loves, or say goodbye to the Broad Courtyard.

"Wait for me!" After she finished speaking, she turned around and left with Xiao Mu and the others, and those days of intrigue were finally over