After all, Aunt Zhang is a lot older, Mu Xiaofeng is a lot older, and the corner of her eye glanced at the person who carefully bowed her head in the white smoke to find someone, and she was unwilling, and she held her breath for a long time and squeezed out a little worry, and said, "Old lady, even if you interrogate Mother Zhao, you are not in a hurry, it is important for us to find Mrs. first." ”

"Hey, is Aunt Zhang going to go over to find my mother in person?" Mu Xiaofeng looked at her in surprise, and then showed a touched look, "It's really good, many people have more strength, why don't we go over together now?" ”

Let her go to the white land with countless charred corpses to find Zhao Ziyue? Dream on!

Aunt Zhang was so blocked by her words that she couldn't retreat, and her chest hurt with anger.

Secretly gritted his teeth, blushed, and hurriedly excused himself, "How can this be done, if the eldest lady gets something dirty because of me stepping into the filthy ground, wouldn't it be my sin." ”

Filth? The place where you Zhang Xuelan is really filthy!

"In that case, please ask Aunt Zhang to interrogate Mother Zhao quickly," Mu Xiaofeng sneered secretly, glanced at her, her eyes were cold, and her tone was even colder, "She has to be trained by you for many years, presumably if you interrogate, she must be endless." ”

Pointing to Sang and scolding Huai with one stone, who wouldn't?

The old lady watched them coldly and did not stop the verbal war, but frowned from time to time and looked at the white ground where the smoke was long.

Aunt Zhang choked, and was almost so angry that she spit out a mouthful of old blood. But this will make it difficult for her to ride a tiger, and she can't interrogate Zhao's mother on the spot.

"Mother Zhao, did you hear it, the eldest lady wants to know why you were okay when Yuexinju caught fire?"

That's a skillful question!

Aunt Zhang is worthy of being a master of house fighting, and the words were asked, but the focus was 108,000 miles away from what she wanted.

Mu Xiaofeng snorted coldly in his heart, his eyes turned, and he stared at Mother Zhao thoughtfully, not giving anyone a chance to speak at all, and immediately said in surprise, "Hey, how can I smell a pungent smell from Mother Zhao?" ”

After speaking, she also deliberately approached Zhao's mother, sniffed hard, and then stared at the right corner of Zhao's mother's clothes, her eyes seemed to be suspicious, shocked and angry.

"What's wrong?" The old lady saw her expression, frowned and interjected, "What do you smell?" ”

"Smelled it." Mu Xiaofeng's face was pale, he stared at Zhao's mother in disbelief with a shocked face, his fingers trembling and pointed to the right corner of the hem of her clothes, and he choked up in grief and indignation, "Oil, it's fire oil." ”

Aunt Zhang's heart jumped, the old lady's eyebrows tightened, her eyebrows stared at the corner of Zhao's mother's clothes, and when she spoke, her deep voice came out with boundless coldness, "What? Is that stain on the hem of her clothes really a trace of fire oil? ”

Mother Zhao's body trembled, and she quickly glanced at Aunt Zhang for help.

Aunt Zhang reluctantly settled down, and hurriedly jumped out to excuse her, "Even if there are oil stains, it doesn't mean anything, didn't the eldest lady just say that she punished Mother Zhao for kneeling in the small Buddha hall?" ”

The lights in the Buddhist hall are always bright, and there is fire oil, and Zhao's mother accidentally rubbed a few drops of fire oil, which is really nothing.

Mu Xiaofeng had a cold face, glanced at Aunt Zhang very calmly, and said slowly, "I did ask her to pray for her mother in the small Buddha hall, but even if you want to add oil, it will only be her sleeves and not the hem of her clothes that have the opportunity to rub the oil stains." ”

Who doesn't know that the fire oil placed in the Buddha hall is contained in an iron kettle, and the place where the iron kettle is placed is very handy, and there is no possibility of being accidentally kicked over.

It is necessary to stain a large piece like the corner of Zhao's mother's clothes, unless you take an iron kettle and pour the oil directly on the hem of your clothes.

Although the old lady didn't care about anything, yesterday Mu Xiaofeng made Zhao's mother move Molan and the incident that happened later, someone reported to her 1510.

In addition, Zhao's mother hid unscathed, and she wanted to escape from the house in a panic, plus this large piece of unexplained oil stains.

The old lady was really annoyed in her heart, and all kinds of traces made people not associate the fire in Yuexinju with Mother Zhao.

was not angry with the eldest lady's punishment, and deliberately set fire to the spare oil in the Buddhist hall, and secretly left the house in order to escape responsibility.

Bit by bit, the motivational conditions are all complete.

The old lady glanced at Aunt Zhang silently, and when she looked at Mother Zhao again, there was a trace of hesitation in her eyes.

Aunt Zhang is in charge of the house, and if Zhao's mother is found guilty of murdering her master, Aunt Zhang's guilt will not be light.

"Old lady, look," how could Mu Xiaofeng not understand the old lady's thoughts, if she fulfilled the old lady, she would have failed herself. With a turn of his eyes, his fingers immediately drew everyone's attention to Zhao's mother's hands, "She has fire oil stains on both fingernails, it's really strange, could it be that Zhao's mother still soaked her hands in oil when she added fire oil?" ”

Mu Xiaofeng said lightly, but Mother Zhao trembled all over, and her eyes were full of fear when she looked at Mu Xiaofeng.

Is this cheap girl going to be convicted of deliberately setting fire to her master?

Isn't she dead today?