At this moment, I heard a voice from the side room, Yang Qiuchi walked to the door with one foot high and one foot low, opened the door curtain, and saw Chunhong lying on the ground panting, and there was a red lacquered toilet next to it.

Just now, this Chunhong drank the bottle of old cellar wine in one go, and her stomach couldn't stand it, so she ran back and vomited first. After vomiting, I felt the world spinning, fell to the ground, and felt my stomach churning, but I just retched, and I couldn't vomit anything.

Yang Qiuchi picked up the door curtain and smiled: "If you can't drink, you have to be a hero, how about it, now the hero has become a bear, it's fun, right?" ”

He walked over and put one of her hands on his shoulder, struggling to help her up.

After Chunhong vomited, her head felt sober, and after her drunken eyes were hazy and she saw clearly that it was Yang Qiuchi, she couldn't help but show a look of disdain on her face, pushed Yang Qiuchi away, and forced herself to walk back to the room, just took a step, her body shook, and she almost fell.

Yang Qiuchi didn't notice her expression, and when he saw that she was about to fall, he hurriedly held her up, and struggled to help her back to the room and put her on the bed.

Chunhong didn't dare to lie down, she only felt that the whole house was shaking at the moment, for fear that if she lay down, she would be even more dizzy.

Yang Qiuchi is often drunk, and he knows that he can't let her lie down at the moment, if he lies down and falls asleep, then how can he ask questions, wouldn't it be in vain.

Yang Qiuchi squinted drunkenly and saw two bowls of sobering soup on the table, which should have been prepared when those people sent the two of them in just now, picked up one bowl and handed it to Chunhong: "Chunhong girl, you drink a little sobering soup to sober up, we haven't done what you promised me." ”

The spring red glow shone brightly, the corners of his mouth showed a hint of sneer, and he didn't look at Yang Qiuchi, he reached out and took the bowl of decanting soup, dried it in one breath, and said, "Sir, what do you want to do?" ”

Yang Qiuchi listened to what she said, and asked suspiciously: "What to do?" ”

Chunhong unbuttoned his clothes, swayed to Yang Qiuchi's side, put one hand around his neck, his petite body sat on his legs, grabbed one of his hands, reached into his shirt, and pressed his hand on his ** smooth nipples.

Yang Qiuchi hurriedly withdrew his hand, pushed her away, and said with a little stammering: "Miss Chunhong, you misunderstood, I didn't say this. ”

Chunhong smiled faintly: "It turns out that the lord has other ways to play, then okay, sir, you say, Chunhong just do it." ”

This misunderstanding deepened, Yang Qiuchi felt dizzy, the wine poured up, and hurriedly picked up another bowl of sobering soup on the table, drank it dry in one go, wiped his mouth, and made a bitter face: "Chunhong girl, you misunderstood, I made a bet with you, I want you to answer a few questions if you lose, not to ...... with you." And you this ......."

Chunhong was very surprised, glanced at the sandalwood carved bed, and hesitated: "Sir, don't you want to ...... with Chunhong"

Yang Qiuchi shook his hands wildly: "Peng Qiye has promised you, I will redeem myself for you during the Spring Festival to marry you, you are all from his Peng family, and you are not a ...... of Qinglou, how can I ...... with you What about that, the so-called friend's wife can't be bullied, although Peng Qiye is not my friend, but I can't do this kind of thing. ”

Chunhong looked at Yang Qiuchi in a daze, and at some point, her eyes were already red, and she said quietly: "It turns out that the lord is a righteous gentleman, and it is Chunhong who blames the lord." He gave Yang Qiuchi a blessing: "If Chunhong has offended the lord in any place, please forgive the lord." ”

Yang Qiuchi smiled: "It's okay, it's okay, let's sit down and talk." With that, he sat down at the edge of the table.

Chunhong also slowly sat down at the table, buttoned her shirt, wiped her tears, and smiled reluctantly: "Sir, if you have anything to say, just ask, Chunhong will answer truthfully." ”

Yang Qiuchi thought for a while and asked, "Did Peng Si come to Lichun Garden last night?" ”

"I've been here, and I fell out with Peng Qiye, and I was kicked by Qiye."

"Can you tell us about the situation? Be as detailed as possible. ”

"Yes, sir." Chunhong said, "Peng Si has always liked me, and he also said that he would save money to redeem me and then marry me." But he eats, drinks, gambles, and spends a lot of money on this, and he is not a person who can be relied on for life, so I don't like him, and I never agreed. But no matter what I said, he wouldn't listen, and he always came to pester me. ”

Yang Qiuchi asked, "Does he know that Peng Laoqi wants to redeem himself and marry you for you?" ”

"I know, he begged me many times for this matter, asking me not to promise the seventh master, and wait for him to scrape together enough money. Last night, about the second watch, Peng Si came to us drunk, and told me about this matter, at this time Peng Laoqi also came, and the two of them quarreled at the staircase outside my house, Peng Laoqi was angry, kicked Peng Si in the stomach, Peng Si rolled down the stairs, and his head hit the bluestone floor. At that time, it curled there and couldn't get up. ”

Yang Qiuchi hurriedly asked, "Where did he hit his head?" ”

"I didn't pay attention, I just saw his head bang on the bluestone slab, and then he just held his head and curled there. I didn't pay attention to where I hit it. When we ran downstairs to check, we didn't see him bleeding from the head. Chunhong pondered for a moment before adding, "By the way, a bag was knocked out of the back of his head. ”

"Which part exactly? You touch my head and point it out. Yang Qiuchi took off the hat on his head, tilted his head, and pointed his finger at his head.

Chunhong couldn't help grinning, stretched out her arm with a red face and touched the back of Yang Qiuchi's head: "This is the position." ”

Yang Qiuchi was overjoyed in her heart, for fear that she would remember wrongly, and asked again: "Chunhong girl, you can recall it again, this position is very important, can you be sure that Peng Si was indeed hit in the back of the head?" ”

"Yes, I'm sure." Chunhong nodded, "Because we were all a little scared when we saw Peng Si dying in pain, my mother went to get a bone-setting wine and asked me to wipe him, which is the part where I rubbed, there is a small bag, about the size of a little finger." ”

"The size of a little finger?" Yang Qiuchi was a little puzzled, "Is it possible to use the pain of dying with such a big little finger?" ”

"That's right, Peng Laoqi touched the back of his head first, and found that it was not swollen badly, and thought that Peng Si pretended to want to slander him, and wanted to beat Peng Si, but later, I saw that he was so painful that his sweat came out, and it didn't look like it was fake, so we panicked and took the medicine and wine to wipe him."

Yang Qiuchi nodded, judging from the position that Chunhong touched, it was inconsistent with the position of the hematoma on the head of Peng Si's corpse, which showed that the hematoma on the top of Peng Si's corpse should not have been injured by Peng Si's kick downstairs. And Shui Wanqi's inkstone is estimated to have smashed on the top of Peng Si's head, which coincides with the hematoma on the top of Peng Si's head, which means that Peng Si is likely to die from Shui Wanqi's inkstone, not Peng Laoqi's kick.

Recalling the second autopsy on Peng Si, it seemed that Peng Si only had an obvious hematoma on the top of his head, but not on the back of his head. However, subcutaneous bleeding from the scalp is not accurate when touched by hand. Chunhong said that Peng Si had a hematoma the size of a little finger in the back of his head at that time, and it was likely that it had been absorbed by his body before his sudden death without leaving an obvious hematoma.

However, it cannot be said that the top of the head with an epidermal hematoma will necessarily cause intracranial hemorrhage, and an impact on the back of the head without an epidermal hematoma will not cause intracranial hemorrhage. Because of this injury, the epidermis is relatively mild, and it can completely cause intracranial blood vessel tearing and bleeding, resulting in death. In particular, if the deceased suffers from severe central nervous system diseases, it is more likely to cause injury and death due to intracranial hemorrhage.

Chunhong saw Yang Qiuchi bowing his head and groaning, but he didn't dare to interrupt his thoughts. Seeing that the red candle on the table was flickering and the wick was growing, he took a small pair of scissors and gently subtracted a small wick from the top, and the candlelight lit up.

This light, Yang Qiuchi also reflected and said, "What happened later? How did this Peng Si go? ”

Chunhong put down the small scissors and said, "Peng Si has been lying on the ground for a long time, just talking about headaches. We let the turtle man carry him to the door, and he left on his own. ”

"What time was he gone?"

"It should be almost three shifts."

"Almost three watches?" According to the phenomenon of corpses, Peng Si died at about 12 o'clock in the middle of the night, and the third watch is now 11 o'clock to 1 o'clock.

Peng Si suffered two heavy blows to his head the day before yesterday and last night, one of which alone or twice caused an emergency intracranial hemorrhage and died. It seems that we will have to dissect it to know which time.

Yang Qiuchi said: "Okay, I'm done asking, let's go back and continue drinking." "Looking at Chunhong, I saw that she was delicate and infinitely soft, beautiful eyes blinked, all kinds of amorous, shallow smile, full of spring, the more you look at it, the more beautiful it is, the more you look at it, the more charming it is. A wave of heat in the dantian was about to come up, burning all over the body like a raging fire, burning the mind.

Chunhong also blushed, looked at Yang Qiuchi with silky eyes, stood up, twisted his waist and walked over, still sat in his arms, and said in that greasy and intoxicating voice: "Sir, you really ...... Do you really just want to ask? ”

Yang Qiuchi's hot face was pressed against Chunhong's bulging chest, and her heart was like a cheerful deer jumping happily when she heard it.

Yang Qiuchi only felt that his whole body was hot, and the spring red in his arms was charming, he was really a stunner in the world, and he was confused: "You...... You are Peng Laoqi's ...... A daughter-in-law who hasn't passed through the door! ”

"Chunhong is now your ......daughter-in-law, you forgot, you just bet to win me ......, so, Chunhong is your ...... tonight, take me to bed ......, okay?"

(To be continued)