On a lonely night, Shen Jinglun sat silently in the pavilion, with a lyre on the stone table.

On the side, Shen Qiang stood with his head bowed, cold sweat dripping on his forehead. Before he came over to talk back, Wen Zhu reminded him that after the eldest grandmother passed away, the master never took out the piano again. Earlier, the eldest grandmother often listened to the uncle play the piano in the gazebo.

With this hint, Shen Qiang trembled when he replied, for fear that he would say half a sentence wrong and make his master feel worse. At this time, his words have been finished, but the master is like an old monk in a trance, just looking at the strings in a daze, what does this mean?

Shen Qiang didn't dare to ask, and tried his best to recall what he had said. Previously, he only reported that Xie San had been to He's house, but he soon returned to the inn. Just now, the light in his room was on and off for a while, which was a bit strange.

I don't know how long it took, just when Shen Qiang felt that his feet were numb and almost unconscious, Shen Jinglun whispered, "You go back and rest." ”

Shen forcibly bowed and retreated, and only then did he walk down the stone steps when he heard the sound of the piano behind him. He didn't dare to stop, walked two more steps, and suddenly heard a muffled "bang", and the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. He subconsciously turned his head, and under the fluttering candle flame, he saw in a trance that blood seemed to be dripping down the broken strings to the ground.

"Uncle!" Shen Qiang hurriedly turned around, only to see that Shen Jinglun's thumb was dripping blood. His fingers were cut by the strings. Shen Qiang didn't dare to touch his master, and when he saw him sitting still, he didn't feel pain at all, and he didn't treat his wounds, so he could only call Wenzhu loudly.

Wen Zhu hurriedly walked over and exclaimed. Before he had time to speak, he listened to Shen Jinglun's instructions: "Don't make a fuss, you just go and get the wound medicine and come over to bandage it." Stand down. It's just a cut finger. Nothing. "Obviously. The first half of the sentence Shen Jinglun said to Wenzhu, and the second half of the sentence naturally reminded Shen Qiang.

Shen Qiang saluted again, bowed and exited the courtyard. He had just walked out of the moon gate, and he saw Shen Zhihua being supported by the little servant, trembling and walking towards this side. He hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Steward Shen, if you have any business, just tell your subordinates to do it." Doctor, explain your injuries. You have to take care of ......."

"Is the uncle playing the piano?" Shen Zhihua looked in the direction of the gazebo.

Shen Qiang was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, but the strings are broken, and Wen Zhu is bandaging the uncle......"

"Uncle's hand, cut again?" Shen Zhihua looked worried, and asked with a little displeasure: "What did you say to the uncle?" ”

Shen Qiang was inexplicable in his heart, so he could only repeat what he had said to Shen Jinglun before. Before his words fell, he heard Shen Zhihua sigh heavily, and he hurriedly asked, "Steward Shen, did you say something wrong?" ”

"Nope. You're not saying the wrong thing. Shen Zhihua sighed again and said to the little guy on the side, "You go back to the house first." It is enough for Steward Shen to send me back. ”

As soon as he heard this, Shen Qiang hurriedly stepped forward to hold Shen Zhihua's arm and asked in a low voice: "Steward Shen, if you have any matter, even if you tell me, you will definitely do it properly." ”

Shen Zhihua turned his head to look at him, patted the back of his hand gently, and whispered, "My injury, I don't know when Lu Dao will be healed." He sighed again and said earnestly: "Now that the uncle reuses you, he must know that you are capable, and I don't have any orders, I just want to tell you......"

The two drifted apart, their low voices dissipating into the darkness of the night.

The next day, Xie San had just finished his morning exercise and had not had time to have breakfast, when Chang'an told him that the He family had sent someone to send a letter. He snatched the envelope from Chang'an's hand, and couldn't help but speculate what He Huan wanted to say to him, and saw a line of handsome Xiaokai come into his eyes. Her handwriting was pleasing to the eye, but the contents of the letter made him angry.

Chang'an saw that his master's expression was wrong, and asked cautiously: "Third master, what happened?" ”

"It's fine." Xie San squeezed out two words from between his teeth, crumpled the letter into a ball, and squeezed it in his palm.

"Third Master......" Chang An swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "Isn't Miss He ......?"

"It's all said, it's fine." Xie San drove Chang'an out of the house, unfolded the letter again, smoothed it carefully, carefully read every word on the letter, and read it again. If there was warmth in the eyes, the letter would have burned to ashes by this time.

Objectively speaking, He Huan's letter didn't say anything, and he didn't even look up and pay for it, but Xie Sanzhi said that the letter was written by her.

He could see that He Huan carefully considered every word and sentence. Her statement did not have any personal feelings, but just analyzed on a case-by-case basis, if Shen Jinglun and Xie Minjun had been husband and wife, even if Miss Xie committed suicide, including herself, no one knew that she was pregnant, and Shen Jinglun would definitely marry her. This has nothing to do with his character, but is determined by Miss Xie's identity.

The letter was very short, and she simply analyzed the whole thing from the three perspectives of Shen Jinglun, Yong'an Hou and Xie Minjun, and said at the end of the letter that she couldn't figure out what was going on, and only hoped that he and Shen Jinglun could make it clear face to face.

In the last line of the letter, she only ended with "Have a good trip" without any redundancy.

Xie San's face darkened, and his eyes were fixed on the last four words. After a long time, he sat back in his chair.

Although he had thought it through last night and decided to treat He Huan as an eternal secret in his heart, when Chang'an sent the letter, he was expecting and expecting her to change her mind and be willing to return to Beijing with him. Even if she is unwilling to give up her family for him, he hopes that she can write a sentence or two of reluctance, which will be regarded as a parting memorial.

"She exonerated Shen Jinglun all the time, even if she was suspicious of Shen Jinglun yesterday, but in one night, she still chose to trust him unconditionally." Xie San folded the letter in amazement, and said with a wry smile: "How did I become such a mother-in-law and capricious." ”

Xie San lit the candlestick and wanted to burn the letter, but when he saw that the corner of the letterhead had become charred and blackened, and he saw that it was about to burn, he hurriedly blew out the flames and muttered to himself: "Since there is no payment and no head-up, there is no trouble in keeping it." He put the letter close to him, then called Chang'an into the house, instructed him to bring breakfast into the house, and said to him: "You send a post to Shen's house, just say I want to invite him to tea." ”

Chang'an was stunned for a moment and asked, "Third Master, didn't you say before, wait for the news to come from the capital......

"The so-called 'Yu Gongzi', I have sent a letter back to Beijing, and the emperor will naturally send someone to investigate. As for the rest, everyone needs an ending. Since she insisted that she was right, I hope she didn't misunderstand Shen Jinglun. Xie San paused for a moment and waved at Chang'an.

Chang'an asked in a low voice: "Third Master, if Uncle Shen asks, who are you, and how should the little one answer?" ”

"He already knew it, so you should just reply to him."

Chang'an nodded yes and bowed back.

In fact, confronting Shen Jinglun was not a decision made by Xie San after reading He Huan's letter. Last night, he had already thought very clearly, Feng Jiyang and the others were dead, and he had been monitoring Shen Jinglun for a month without results, so he had to ask Shen Jinglun in person. Yong'an Hou is still there, and he is not afraid of Shen Jinglun lying.

He was looking for Shen Jinglun for a showdown at this time, if it was really him who gave up on Xie Minjun from beginning to end, he still had time to stop He Huan from jumping into the fire pit.

As for Xie Chen, maybe as He Huan said, he was too persistent. For the person concerned, it is better to have hope than to fall into despair completely. It's just that he still hopes to find his son for Yong'an Hou Shizi. Besides, he had confirmed that there were indeed no boys around Shen Jinglun who were about ten years old, and he was monitoring the Shen family, and he was not afraid that he would kill Xie Chen or use him as a threat, so he didn't have to continue to cast a rat trap.

In addition, if "Yu Gongzi" is really Zhao Yi, then he is the emperor's own nephew. He had to go back to Beijing to find out the emperor's intentions. He couldn't be influenced by the letter left by "Yu Gongzi" at the inn, forgetting that he and the emperor were no longer brothers, but monarchs and ministers.

Thinking of that letter, Xie San couldn't help frowning. Regardless of whether "Yu Gongzi" is Zhao Yi or not, why did he accuse Shen Jinglun of killing Xie Minjun? In the eyes of outsiders, Shen Jinglun repented of his marriage because he was involved in a rebellion case; Xie Minjun committed suicide, it was a martyr who did not serve her second husband, and neither of them was wrong.

Xie San thought about it for a while, and suddenly heard a rush of footsteps outside, and then Chang'an said anxiously: "Third master, Lin Zhutou is here, there is something urgent." ”

"Come in and talk about it." Xie San hid his emotions and sat back in his chair.

Lin Zhutou didn't wait for Chang'an to open the door for him, so he had already pushed open the door and said hurriedly: "Third Master Xie, Master Lu asked the little one to tell you that someone went to the yamen to surrender." ”

"Turn yourself in?" Xie San's eyes.

"It's Shui Ting!" Chang'an interjected on the side, and motioned to Lin Zhutou to explain quickly.

Lin Zhutou cleared his throat before saying: "Third Master, half an hour ago, Shui Ting beat the drum outside the yamen, claiming that she was indeed a fugitive slave, and she was willing to confess and give a light sentence in exchange for Lord Lu." ”

Xie San glanced at the gate of the Shen family, and instructed Chang'an to do his own errands, and then asked Lin Zhutou: "What can she explain?" ”

Lin Zhutou replied: "She told Master Lu that she had evidence that the third master of the He family had fornicated with the thief......"

"What!" Xie San stood up abruptly, "What evidence does she have?" ”

"She took out Tang An's calligraphy and paintings, saying that they were stolen from Master He San's room, and planned to elope with someone to sell them in the Japanese Kingdom, but because the yamen chased her tightly, she had nowhere to hide, and the adulterer left her away, so she had to go to the yamen to surrender." Lin Zhutou said as he observed Xie San's expression, as if he wanted to see something on his face.

Where can Xie San take care of Lin Zhutou's gaze. He only knew that if He Baihai's crime was convicted, He Huan would definitely be implicated. He believed in He Huan's judgment, He Baihai could not rebel, Shui Ting could obviously get out, why did he turn back, he must hold the three rooms of the He family and die together? What benefits does she get from it?

Xie San reminded Lin Zhutou: "Master He San often urges the Yamen to arrest fugitive slaves for him, did the Yamen send someone to arrest Shui Ting?" ”

His original intention was just to tell Lin Zhutou that Shui Ting was not desperate at all, but Lin Zhutou said: "Back to the third master, Xiao Zhutou is responsible for this matter, and I don't know below." I am just asking you for instructions on the orders of Lord Lu, the crime of rebellion must not be taken lightly, and now that the evidence is conclusive, should the He family and others be imprisoned first, and the court will be interrogated on a later day? (To be continued......)