Zen Master Dashan stood up, shouted a Buddha call to everyone, and said: "Amitabha, thank you for Mrs. Zhang's trust in the poor monk, who is a friend of Master Zhang Taishi before his death, and is very willing to take care of his life. Moreover, the poor monk regards this matter as the responsibility and obligation of the poor monk, and if there is any offense, I hope you will forgive me. ”

Where to offend......

Lin Qinghe couldn't help but smile, I'm afraid these words are meant for her, because the Great Zen Master will not offend others, and the only person who offends is her Lin Qinghe, of course, by the way, the emperor Zhiyuan was also indirectly offended.

Mrs. Zhang was wearing mourning clothes today, her face was also plain, and a white ribbon was tied on her black bun, and the whole person looked a little pitiful.

Although she is not young, but because of her good foundation, she was born relatively young, even if she is not young, she can still maintain the charm of her youth, especially those eyes, which are sharp, like two knives, can directly pierce people's hearts.

Lin Qinghe thought about it, how did this eldest lady and Dashan Zen Master get together?

There is definitely something to do between the two of them, otherwise, how could a monk like Dashan Zen Master put down his identity and prestige to cooperate with her in this scene?

You know, this is obviously cheating people, he should know that everything he did was a lie, all in order to frame Lin Qinghe, the white lotus, which is a great taboo for a Zen master, and he can be directly beaten into the eighteenth layer of hell.

However, he agreed to Mrs. Zhang to harm her, which is already very unusual, and it can be seen that there is an extraordinary secret hidden.

One more point, what is the relationship between the second lady and Mrs. Zhang?

Lin Qinghe felt that as long as he figured out these two points, this matter would not be difficult to explain, because even if Mrs. Zhang killed her husband because of something, she would not have to be involved at all, for example, yesterday, Lord Zhang Tai suddenly died violently, which can be attributed to excessive drinking, too excited, and the guide died violently.

As long as you touch the doctor in the house a little more, everything is perfect, and no one will raise any objections.

On the contrary, it would take a lot of effort to push this matter to Lin Qinghe, and Mrs. Zhang was not necessary at all.

The only explanation is that there must be some deal between her and the second lady, and this transaction is an unspeakable secret.

Lin Qinghe still can't figure it out, because this matter has already asked Huang Zhiyuan to investigate, and Huang Zhiyuan is naturally clear, but she doesn't want to know in advance, and only when the facts develop slowly will there be something to see.

Now, it is not the time to reveal this, Lin Qinghe is willing to wait slowly, and when things develop to the point where it is necessary, a natural situation will come to light.

Although Huang Zhiyuan told her the context of the whole thing, the details were still unclear, but she was not in a hurry.

Lin Qinghe sat there, slowly picked up the cup, the slender soft wattle held the white teacup, and the long nails were coated with the juice of impatiens, red and white, just these hands were already so beautiful that people's hearts were drunk.

Huang Zhiyuan's gaze just fell on her hand, and he couldn't help but move slightly in his heart, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he hurriedly looked away.

He felt that Lin Qinghe was really too tempting, even a pair of hands could make his mouth thirsty, and his throat was like smoking, his body was so uncomfortable, so he hurriedly took a sip of tea. The flower juice of the flowers, red and white, just these hands, is already so beautiful that people's hearts are intoxicated.

Huang Zhiyuan's gaze just fell on her hand, and he couldn't help but move slightly in his heart, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, and he hurriedly looked away.

He felt that Lin Qinghe was really too tempting, even a pair of hands could make his mouth thirsty, and his throat was like smoking, his body was so uncomfortable, so he hurriedly took a sip of tea.