Yun Zheng and Yuan Fang saw that his face was grim and terrifying, and they quickly retreated according to the order.

"What's wrong?" Jian Ying felt that his expression was wrong, and hurriedly asked.

Zhou Shu didn't answer, ran to the side of the bed in a few steps, and hugged her tightly with his long arms.

Getting close, Jian Ying realized that he was trembling. Her angular, angular, jaw was buried deep in her shoulder sockets, the sound of alcohol-scented breathing was whispering in her ears, and her arms were clasped to her back, straining her spine.

Through several layers of clothing, she could still clearly feel every muscle in his body tense, and some strong emotion rolled back and forth in his body with the pounding heartbeat, as if looking for a weak spot, and then pierced through the flesh and spewed out.

She didn't know what was wrong with him, she just felt sorry for him like this. She understood that any words were pale and weak at this time, so she let him hold him, gently patted him on the back with one hand, and used her body and movements to send wordless comfort.

After a long time, his body slowly relaxed, and the sound of breathing gradually stabilized. After a slight movement, I heard the sound of her gasping for air, and I let go of my hand as if I had just woken up from a big dream, "I'm sorry, I'm hurting, right?" ”

"Nonsense." Jian Ying glared at him, "Your two arms are like vices, can they not hurt?" ”

Zhou Shu looked apologetic, and hurriedly helped her rub her arms and back.

"Don't be busy." Jian Ying grabbed his hand and stared straight into his eyes, "Tell me, what's going on?" ”

Zhou Shu pursed his lips, "I set a fire in my grandmother's Buddha hall just now. ”

The tone is flat. As if talking about a trivial matter.

"You set the fire?" Jian Ying was surprised, "Why? ”

Zhou Shu pulled out his hand, took off his boots and went to bed, leaning side by side with her at the head of the bed, before slowly speaking, "Lady still remember that I told you that there is a big girl named Qingmo next to the concubine?"

Sister-in-law Qu is Qingmo. ”

Jian Ying guessed that Sister-in-law Qu was related to the Qin family, but she didn't guess that she was Qingmo, so she was surprised and puzzled. "Why is she in the Taiyuan Marquis Mansion?"

Zhou Shu was chased and killed by his sister-in-law first. After rolling off the cliff, he was rescued by Mrs. Taiyuan Hou and said everything that changed his voice after he was injured, "The first person I started looking for was her, Fangfang." Farm. Even fireworks venues. There was no trace of her.

Later, I found Wu's sister-in-law's son, and he said that he had seen Qingmo's sister killed, and I believed it.

Now think about it. He was not as old as me at that time, and he didn't come to the backyard often, and he was a late Hui Chi Cong person, how could he tell which girl died?

But even if I didn't listen to him, I might not have thought that Sister Qingmo would be in the Taiyuan Marquis Mansion. ”

Jian Ying patted the back of his hand, "When we divide the mansion, let's take her over, let our children recognize her as a godmother, and give her a pension for the elderly." ”

Self-combing is a ritual similar to a poisonous oath, and it is unlikely that Qingmo will change her original intention to marry, but at least it can ensure that she has no worries about food and clothing for the rest of her life, and there will be incense to worship after death.

"I said the same thing, but she didn't want to, she wanted to stay in the Taiyuan Marquis Mansion." Zhou Shu smiled bitterly, "She is bent on repaying her kindness, and I can't forcibly tie her up." ”

"There's always a way." Jian Ying persuaded him a few words, and then turned the topic back on track, "What did Qingmo tell you?" ”

Zhou Shu's face became solemn, "I only heard a few words about the quarrel between my father and my mother, but Sister Qingmo heard it clearly from beginning to end. ”

According to Sister-in-law Qu's recollection, there were a lot of people who came to worship that day, and the Qin family arranged the affairs of the mourning hall in the evening, so they rested early.

When it was almost the third watch, King Ji'an suddenly broke into the door with a hideous face, dragged Qin Shi rudely off the bed, grabbed her shoulders and asked her loudly why. Qin didn't know why, and repeatedly asked him what was wrong.

King Ji'an was incoherent in a rage, and he spoke for a long time before he got to the point. It turned out that Yun's mother, who was serving the old concubine closely, said that the Qin family took advantage of his absence in the palace to abuse the sick old concubine, causing the old concubine to die unexpectedly.

King Ji'an didn't believe it at first, so he asked someone to open the coffin and inspect the old lady's body, and found that the old lady had finger marks left by the choke on her neck, so he decided that the old lady was murdered by the Qin family.

The Qin family repeatedly denied it, saying that she had always served wholeheartedly and had never abused the old concubine, and it was impossible to talk about murder.

The two quarreled for a long time, and King Ji'an seemed to be persuaded by the Qin family, and his attitude wavered, although he was still angry when he left, his face was much better than when he entered the door.

The next afternoon, the king of Ji'an called the Qin family to the mourning hall again, and asked her to kneel in front of the old lady's spirit tablet and coffin and swore that she had not killed the old lady.

The Qin clan swore a poisonous oath as he said, and after that, the two of them spoke in the mourning hall for most of the hour.

Because it was too far away, Qingmo didn't hear what they said specifically, and only vaguely heard the Qin family mention the emperor, and also mentioned the jade staff or something.

Not long after that, it was revealed that Zhou Han and Fang's loss of honor in the mourning hall followed, and they died immediately after the bamboo paper.

"So, the quarrel between my father and my mother was before the bamboo paper accident?" Although what happened was similar to what she expected, the more Jian Ying listened, the more frightened she became, and she couldn't help but interject and ask.

Zhou Shu nodded, "Yes, Sister Qingmo remembers very clearly, it was indeed before the bamboo paper accident."

Sister Qingmo also said that although the bamboo paper was subjected to a lot of boards, the mother concubine had informed the mother-in-law of the execution in advance, and asked them to be careful when they started. It only hurt the flesh and skin, but did not damage the muscles and bones, and it would never cause her to be seriously injured and die.

When the bamboo paper died, its face was red, and until the time of the burial, its face was still flushed. Everyone thought she was dying of fever, but no one thought much about it.

It is mentioned in medical books that a person's face is a sign of blood, and after death, the corpse gradually stiffens, and the blood color will slowly decrease. If the face of the corpse shows abnormal colors such as bruises, black gray, and redness, eight ~ nine times out of ten it is poisoning death. ”

After a pause, he said, "After that, just like the eldest brother said, the mother concubine felt that she owed the bamboo paper's family, and transferred the bamboo paper's sister Xiaohuan to her yard and promoted her to the eldest girl." In order to commemorate her sister, Xiaohuan changed her name to bamboo paper.

On the night of the death of the mother, Xiaohuan waited for the mother to drink the soup, and when she returned to the room, she committed suicide by hanging herself. The father was angry with everyone, and without trial, he sold all the people in the concubine's courtyard. After leaving the palace, the girls above the second class died one after another......"

Speaking of this, his eyes were cold, and the hand resting on Jian Ying's shoulder suddenly clenched, "I originally thought that even if he really killed his mother, it would be an impulse.

Unexpectedly, he was well thought out and carefully planned. ”

Jian Ying heard the rattling of the bones in his hands, and could feel the resentment and grief in his heart, but she couldn't say a word of comfort, so she could only change the topic and distract him, "What do you say have to do with your burning of the Buddha Hall?" ”

――(To be continued......)

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