"The county lord is back!" Uncle Tong stood at the gate of Ninghou Mansion, seeing Duanyue's carriage coming slowly, he took an old and slow pace, ran with all his strength, and waited on the side. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Duanyue heard someone shouting to herself, and she opened the curtain to meet Uncle Tong's eyes. Seeing Uncle Tong's rare panic, Duanyue immediately asked the coachman to stop the carriage, and under the careful support of Cuiguo, he stepped out of the carriage.

Before he could stand firmly, Uncle Tong couldn't wait to stagger. He nodded at Duanyue, his wrinkled face opening and closing as he spoke.

"Here's the thing......" Uncle Tong told Duanyue everything in a quick and unambiguous tone. Duan Yue only frowned slightly, her eyes swaying from side to side. Uncle Tong hesitated for a moment, but still asked softly. "County Lord, how should this matter be resolved?"

Duanyue sighed lightly, and raised her hand to rub her swollen and sore temples with a headache. The robe was made of precious plain satin, how could such a precious material fade and turn white just by washing it with water? Thinking about it, someone can only be doing it in secret. Duanyue's eyes quietly swept over Cuiguo who was standing beside her silently, she lowered her head and let go of her thoughts, and she couldn't see any expression.

"Where is Rong'er now?"

Uncle Tong immediately replied. "It's locked up in the firewood room, waiting for the county lord's orders."

Duanyue turned her head sideways, and she looked at Cuiguo with a cold look on her face, but with a warm smile on her face. "You go back first, now that the sun is out, it's just right to dry the futon."

Cuiguo, who was still in a daze, was awakened by this sudden command, she glanced at the two of them in confusion, and immediately nodded and walked towards the house. Duanyue looked at her departing back, pursed her lips tightly, until she couldn't see Cuiguo's figure, and then muttered to Uncle Tong.

"Uncle Tong thinks there is something strange about this matter?" Uncle Tong is an old man in Ninghou's Mansion, and he has always done things neatly and neatly, never dragging mud and water. In the past, when there was an accident in the house, Uncle Tong always took charge alone, and he didn't have to ask about Duanyue at all. Today, however, he looked abnormal, and he must have had other thoughts.

Sure enough, Uncle Tong hesitated for a moment but couldn't help but nodded. "It was the old slave I personally picked Rong'er, so I naturally trust her very much, and how can any clothes become like this if they are simply washed!"

Duanyue nodded, it seems that Uncle Tong thought of going with him. She pinched her chin and pondered for a moment. Even if there is such a skeptical candidate in my heart, there is still no evidence in the end.

"Uncle Tong, find a trustworthy person to find out what the hell is."

"Yes!" After Uncle Tong received the order, he immediately turned around and wanted to leave, but after only a few steps, he stopped hesitantly. "But the county lord, what should Rong'er do?" As soon as he thought that the innocent Rong'er was still locked up in the dark firewood room at the moment, his heart instantly softened, and after thinking about it, he couldn't help but plead with Duanyue.

"It's not big, but it's not small. Wait for me to go to the firewood room and ask Rong'er for myself, and then break it. Uncle Tong nodded, and he led the way for Duanyue in front of him and led her to the firewood house.

Duanyue never thought that there would be such a place in Ninghou Mansion. This firewood house is located in the southeasternmost corner of Ninghou Mansion, and it happens to be surrounded by the wall of Ninghou Mansion that intersects on two sides. The dilapidated roof, drooping vines, and overgrown moss make it look like a haunted house at first glance. Duanyue looked at the indescribable house and secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. She glanced at Uncle Tong with slanted eyes, and her tone was very subtle.

"It turns out that all those subordinates who have committed crimes are locked up here?"

Uncle Tong coughed twice in embarrassment, and a dry laugh came out of his throat, which was very ugly. He lowered his head and rubbed his rough palms. "This firewood house is relatively secluded, and no one will come here, so I ......" he pursed his lips and didn't continue.

"Forget it." Duanyue didn't plan to delve into Uncle Tong's "method" of punishing people, she walked forward quickly, removed the wooden bolt outside the wooden door, and gently opened the door. In the pitch-black hut of less than three feet, piles of black and moldy firewood were scattered and scattered, and it seemed that they had been sitting for a while.

Rong'er sat on a relatively dry pile of dry grass with her knees crossed. She buried her face deep between her knees, her shaking shoulders not knowing whether she was crying or sobbing after crying.

She felt a ray of light shine into the darkness, and Rong'er couldn't help but raise her head and look at Duanyue blankly. Seeing her look so aggrieved, Duanyue felt very uncomfortable.

She looked at the down-and-out Rong'er and sighed, and secretly blamed Uncle Tong in her heart. Knowing that it was not the child's fault, he punished him like this. "Rong'er, tell me carefully what the hell is going on."

"Slave maid...... The slave maid listened to the instructions of the Hou Ye, took the clothes to the laundry room, and met Sister Cuiguo on the way. She asked me to send back the sachet of the Hou Ye, and kindly sent the clothes to the laundry room for me. By the time I got back, my clothes were already soaked in water. ”

Sure enough, there is no difference from what I think in my heart. Uncle Tong waited respectfully to the side, and he bent down and asked Duanyue cautiously. "Then the county lord, what should I do about Rong'er?"

"Let her go. It's just a set of clothes, and there's no need to be so excited. She glanced sideways at Uncle Tong, and her voice plummeted. I'll go back and say it over there. You have to investigate that matter carefully. Uncle Tong nodded hurriedly, said goodbye to Duanyue and left quickly.

Only Duanyue and Rong'er were left alone. Rong'er looked at Duanyue with tears in her eyes, in addition to grievances, she was secretly grateful. "Thank you Lord for sparing your life."

Duanyue listened to her words and suddenly burst out laughing. "I didn't think about what I was going to do to you, could it be that I am the kind of murderous demon in your heart?"

Rong'er subconsciously shook her head immediately. When she first came to Ninghou Mansion, she had heard the girls who lived in the courtyard of the subordinates say that Duanyue's temper was very impulsive, and if the subordinates did something wrong, they would definitely be severely punished. There was once a sister who just said one more word next to Duanyue, and she was punished for slapping her mouth.

In fact, Rong'er is still very afraid of Duanyue. Not only her, but everyone in Ninghou's Mansion was afraid of this arrogant and stubborn Shi'an County Lord.

"I know this has nothing to do with you, so let's go." There was a slight smile on the corner of Duanyue's mouth, and she lowered her eyebrows and turned away. "Ninghou Mansion is not as easy and simple as you think, and you have to be more careful in the future."

Rong'er rolled her throat. Duanyue's seemingly unintentional words made her ponder carefully.