The summer sun is as hot as fire. Jun Qinglan Station and the shade of the trees still feel that the heat is steaming, and the people are unbearable. The meat bun ran to the bluestone paved eaves and lay down, hoping to spit out all the black tongues before he was willing. Jiang Ying held a handkerchief in her hand and fanned desperately, but the thin handkerchief could not dispel the heat wave between heaven and earth at all, but made people's hearts even more anxious. Jiang Yufan was very close to Jiang Ying, trying to borrow a hint of coolness.

Deng Chunwang knelt in the middle of the small courtyard, with no tile on his head to cover his head, and the sweat had already soaked his clothes. But he kept that posture and did not move, but his crying became weaker and weaker, and he was about to faint from exhaustion. Until the body is shrouded in darkness.

"Where is Deng Rou now?" Jun Qinglan stood in front of Deng Chunwang and looked at Deng Chunwang condescendingly.

Deng Chunwang is indeed pitiful when he loses his daughter. However, there are many people in this world who are more pitiful than him. Jun Qinglan has long been accustomed to the joys and sorrows of the world in the Zhenfu Division over the years, but human affection has always been greater than etiquette.

"Take me to her."

Deng Chunwang cried for a long time, and was scorched by the scorching sun for a long time, and his body almost collapsed, and he couldn't move for a long time. Jun Qinglan passed her arm under his side, and lifted him from the ground with a slight force.

Deng Chunwang took a breath and lowered his eyes: "Let's go." ”

Deng Rou's coffin was parked in the flower hall in the courtyard where she once lived. The Deng family is full of white sails everywhere, especially Deng Rou's yard. Even the trunk of the tree was wrapped with white veil. Jun Qing's blue eyes swept quickly through the courtyard, and finally landed on the dark coffin in the middle of the flower hall.

"Sixth brother." Jiang Ying suddenly stopped, raised her hand and pulled Jiang Yufan's sleeve: "Let's just wait in the courtyard." ”

Jiang Yufan glanced at her: "Are you afraid?" ”

"I'm just ......." Jiang Ying pursed her lips and said, "I just feel uncomfortable." ”

Jiang Ying half-hung her head and bit her lip lightly, with a bit of mist in her eyes.

Deng Chunwang's pain shocked her and made her unforgettable. She was born with a golden spoon in her mouth since she was a child, and she was spoiled by everyone as a baby, and she never knew the sorrow in the world. She never knew that pain could make people not even care about death. If it hadn't been for Fang Caijun Qinglan's stopping, Deng Chunwang would have been prostrated by the blazing sun. She couldn't imagine what it would be like when Deng Chunwang saw Deng Rou's coffin.

Jiang Yufan tugged the corner of his lips, held her finger and walked to the shadow under the shade of the tree next to the flower hall: "You are resting here, there is the sixth brother here, you don't have to be afraid of anything." ”

In the house, Deng Chunwang looked at the coffin and sighed slowly: "My lord, Deng Rou is here." ”

All the brightly colored objects in the flower hall were removed, and only plain white remained. Deng Rou's coffin was as black as ink. Black and white, the two simplest colors in the world, once they collide together, they become bleak.

"Your Excellency still doesn't believe that Rourou is dead?" Deng Chunwang looked at Jun Qinglan, and there was a bit of resentment in his voice.

People say that the loss of a child in middle age is a great tragedy in life. Jun Qinglan's arrival made Deng Chunwang face the cause of his daughter's death again, and the scar that had not yet scabbed was once again bloodily revealed. How could he not complain?

"Why did Ling Yan die? Can there be a report to the official? ”

"Cantilever beam." Deng Chunwang secretly gritted his teeth: "This is the villain's family background." Rourou can't think of committing suicide, she has nothing to do with anyone, and she doesn't need to report to the official. ”

Jun Qinglan glanced at the coffin, the coffin lid was tightly closed, and the nails were set. Looking at the color of the nail in the coffin, it should be some time before the nail is driven in.

"Miss Deng has been dead for less than seven days, why did she have to cover the coffin?"

During the funeral in Northern Xia, the coffin is generally not sealed before the first seven days, but only the body of the deceased is put into a bush, and someone is asked to tidy up the appearance of the deceased so that relatives can mourn. The coffin will not be covered until the day of the funeral.

"Rourou loved beauty in her life, but she died ...... It's miserable. I couldn't see her, so I asked someone to seal the coffin early. Leave her a little decency. ”

"When you found Miss Deng, what was out of the ordinary?"

Deng Chunwang shook his head: "No." Yau Yau's death had nothing to do with others. You don't have to have any doubts, adults. ”

"Trouble Master Deng to find all the subordinates who served Miss before his death, and it is best to find the son-in-law you originally chose. I have some questions to confirm with them. ”

"Where else are there people." Deng Chunwang sighed fiercely: "Rourou will die, it is obvious that those people are not serving well." Where can I keep those murderers? They all told me to send them out early. ”

Jun Qinglan frowned: "None left?" ”

"Nope. Yau Yau won't want to see them! Deng Chunwang's tone was cold but firm.

Jun Qinglan pursed her lips, and said with a deep sigh: "Then find the people next to you." Also, I need to take a look at the room where Miss Tang lived before her death. ”

"I'll tell the steward to take you to see it. If the villain is unwell, he will not be accompanied. The villain just wants to spend more time with Rourou here. ”

Deng Chunwang called the steward Deng An, and when Deng An heard that he was going to see Deng Rou's room, he called his wife with him. Deng Niangzi took Jun Qinglan into Deng Rou's boudoir.

Jun Qinglan stood in the room and looked carefully.

Behind Deng Rou's boudoir is a lotus pool, if the back window is all opened, the wind on the pool can be brought in, which can be regarded as cool. Her room was neatly tied. Jun Qinglan's eyes were attracted by a picture of red plum and proud snow hanging on the wall. The picture is quite accomplished, especially the handwriting on the painting, which is neat and handsome, and arrogant.

"Is this a recent painting?" Jun Qinglan pointed at Hongmei Aoxue and looked at Mrs. Deng. The ink color of the painting is still bright and clean. It is not like a calligraphy and painting that has been stored for a long time, and the edges of the handwriting will be slightly blurred depending on the length of storage time. Even if it is framed, the color is bright, and at a glance, it has just been framed.

"This villain really doesn't know." Deng Niangzi looked at the painting and said: "I didn't serve the young lady in the past, but only occasionally came to deliver things. However, it is true that I have never seen this calligraphy and painting in the lady's house before. ”

"Is this your young lady's inkblot?"

Deng Niangzi carefully looked at Hongmei Aoxuetu for a while before shaking her head: "It doesn't look like it." Although our young lady has always liked to dance and ink, her words are much more delicate than this. ”

Jun Qinglan nodded and didn't ask again. His eyes swept to the side of the Bogu frame. The Bogu shelf in Deng Rou's room was not filled with priceless decorative objects, but was filled with books. Jun Qinglan took out a copy casually, it is a very popular picture book in the market nowadays, called "The Story of the Golden Hairpin". She flipped through a few pages casually, and when she saw that there were comments on it, she took a closer look. The handwriting is really different from the picture of Hongmei Aoxue.

"Is this your young lady's handwriting?" She raised her hand and summoned Deng Niangzi to come over and take a look.

"Exactly." Deng Niangzi said categorically.

Jun Qinglan glanced at it twice, and then put the script back. Further inside, is Deng Rou's bedroom. At a glance, I saw an embroidered bandage on the dresser, and on it was embroidered bamboo with a halfpipe. The slender green thread was pulled out of the snow-white satin before it could be cut. A small embroidery needle landed on the table.

Jun Qing's blue eyes moved, he removed the embroidered bandage, and carefully folded the silk embroidered with a half-pipe of bamboo with needles and threads and put it away: "I want to take this thing back to the Zhenfu Division." ”

Where did Deng Niangzi dare to stop it? Hurriedly agreed. Jun Qinglan walked around again, didn't speak again, and retreated silently. When he returned to the flower hall, Deng Chunwang was lying on Deng Rou's coffin and weeping secretly.

"Do you have a good relationship with your lord?" Jun Qinglan tilted her head slightly and asked Deng Niangzi.

"Of course." Mrs. Deng said: "If it's not good, how can the master leave the business to the young lady to take care of?" Still thinking about finding her a rich son-in-law? Aren't you afraid that she will marry far away and be bullied in the future? ”

"Where is your unmarried aunt now?"

"I don't know." Deng Niangzi pouted: "The one who has no conscience." As soon as I heard that the young lady had an accident, I immediately asked the master to resign. After all these days, who knows where he is now? ”

Jun Qinglan nodded slightly, then said goodbye to Deng Chunwang and left the Deng family. Jiang Yufan immediately led Jiang Ying to follow.

"How? But have eyebrows? ”

Jun Qinglan thought about it and shook her head slowly: "I have to think about it again." The heat is coming, and Miss Eight is afraid that she won't be able to stand it. Go back to your house sooner. ”

"What about you? Don't go back to the Yamen? ”

"I'll go around again and see if I can find the old man who served Deng Rou before."

Jiang Yufan had the intention to inquire with Jun Qinglan, but saw that Jiang Ying's cheeks were flushed and he almost fainted. had to say goodbye to her and escort Jiang Ying back to her house first. Jun Qinglan slowly walked along the long street, and quickly sorted out what she saw today in her mind.

She didn't come to Shengpingfang often in the past, and before she knew it, she had fallen into a dead end, and there was no road ahead. She was stunned for a long time and wanted to turn around and walk back, but she didn't know that the way in front of her was blocked by someone.

"Lord Junqing Lanjun?" The man's voice was flat, and he didn't rise or fall for a minute.

Jun Qinglan quietly looked at the man in the stone blue eunuch clothes in front of him. The man was in his early twenties, with a white complexion and large, dark eyes, staring at her without blinking. The alley was silent and empty, only the two of them stared at each other, and there was no more than half a human figure.

"Rongxi?" Jun Qinglan spoke up, but her eyes suddenly condensed: "No, you are not Rong Xi." ”

This person has exactly the same skin as Rong Xi next to Li Congyao, but his temperament is completely different. Rong Xi is just like his name, with a smile on his cheeks all the time, which is very pleasing. This person didn't have too much expression on his face, his face was rigid, and he didn't seem to be angry.

"The minion's name is Rong Han, come and ask Lord Jun to go with the minion."

"Lord Duan wants to see me?"

Jun Qinglan raised her eyebrows. It's absolutely impossible for two people who look exactly the same to not have a little relationship, Rong Xi? Tolerance? Even the names are so similar, if he wasn't Li Congyao's person, she would write the word Jun upside down.

"Let's go." Rong Han didn't answer, turned his body slightly to the side, and asked Jun Qinglan to come over.

Behind him was a carriage, but it was different from the one that Li Congyao had ridden last time. The car was made of fine water agarwood, the window lattices were pasted with gold leaf, and the wheels of the carriage were inlaid with the home logo of Duanwangfu.

Jun Qinglan glanced at the carriage and swallowed. Sitting in this carriage, she didn't need to say a word, from this moment on, everyone in Yanjing City would decide on one thing. Jun Qinglan has a close relationship with Li Congyao.

Can I sit?

"Your Excellency." Rong Han didn't let her think too much about it, and suddenly made a move, handed the cold scabbard forward, and pointed it on the big hole under Jun Qinglan's ribs impartially.

Jun Qinglan only felt that his body was numb and immediately lost his strength, and he fell to the ground without warning.