The first person to find the fourth aunt hanging herself was a Qing painting.

The newly replaced troupe has entered the Prime Minister's Mansion and is busy setting up the stage. She watched the excitement in the front yard for a long time, and she didn't know what was going on behind it.

When she saw the word card written on the excerpt of the play, she remembered that her aunt had told her this story, so she trotted and ran into the backyard to find her aunt to come out and see the excitement.

Xing hurriedly pushed open the door of the house, and his aunt was stuck in his throat. She saw the fourth aunt's pair of embroidered shoes hanging over, the wind blowing, and the skirt rippling, like swinging.

She froze, stared blankly, and let out a mournful exclamation.

"Auntie!"

Many people in the house gathered around and rescued the fourth aunt from the beam, and she had already died of anger.

The people in the courtyard were talking about the quarrel this afternoon, and the arrow pointed directly at Aunt Xue.

Qinghua twisted his face, picked up a pair of scissors from the needlework dustpan, and was about to go to Aunt Xue desperately.

A bunch of people stopped him, Qinghua couldn't break free, crying hysterically, provoking a few soft-hearted mothers-in-law to cry with "crackling".

Aunt Xue panicked. She didn't expect that the fourth aunt would be so big-hearted, just a few quarrels, why couldn't she think about it?

She knelt in front of Leng Xiang, knocked her forehead, and tried to justify, but Leng Xiang only gave her a back.

This made her very frightened, like falling into an ice cave, if this charge fell on her head, saying that she had forced her aunt to death, then she would never have hope of correcting herself.

Leng Qinglang rushed over when he heard the news, but he smiled the most happily, and the veil couldn't hide the joy in the corners of his eyes and eyebrows. As soon as the fourth aunt died, Zhiqiu's matter was over, there was no proof of death, and no one could doubt her, God helped me.

The stage was dismantled, the troupe withdrew from the Prime Minister's Mansion, and no one was in the mood to listen to the play.

Leng Qinghe ordered someone to send a letter to Leng Qinghuan and told her that listening to the drama had changed her life.

As soon as Leng Qinghuan received the news, he immediately rushed over. She didn't worry about painting. If the deceased has been sick for a long time, everyone is psychologically prepared, but this kind of sudden death, the relatives are the most painful.

There is no atmosphere of doing white things in the house, everything is as usual. The death of the fourth aunt is to add a little gossip to everyone after dinner.

Only Qing painting, dressed in linen and filial piety, fell asleep when he was tired of crying, woke up and cried, curled up in front of the coffin of the fourth aunt, and insisted on refusing to leave half a step.

Leng Qingjiao was released by Xiang Ye's permission, sat next to Leng Qinghua, lowered his head, and persuaded in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Don't be sad, I have you as a companion, and I don't have a mother."

Leng Qinghua cried even more: "But your aunt is still alive, my aunt will never come back, she doesn't want me anymore." ”

Leng Qinghuan's nose was a little sour.

Leng Qinghe walked behind her and said in a low voice: "When the next person changed the fourth aunt's longevity clothes, I saw that there were four deep scratches on her arms, which had just healed. It can't be cat scratched. ”

It was already expected.

"Did she commit suicide in fear of sin?" Leng Qinghuan asked softly: "Did you realize that we were already suspicious of her, so we were afraid and chose to hang ourselves?" Or did someone attack her and kill her? ”

"It's certain that she committed suicide herself, but why she can't think of it is still up for debate. The people in the house said that Aunt Xue had a quarrel with her and scolded her very badly. At that time, the fourth aunt was very emotional, and her mouth was about to die or live. But no one paid attention to it. ”

"It must have been Aunt Xue who mentioned the things she had to look back on in the past, and she was afraid that she would be involved in Qinghua, so she chose to do it all."

"My father was very sad, he was locked in the study alone, and no one wanted to see him. Aunt Xue was scared and didn't want to take this responsibility. The defense said that someone in the house saw that the fourth aunt had always been in a bad mood yesterday, and when she returned to her own yard, she was depressed, and there must have been something that she couldn't think about, and she happened to bump into it. ”

"Whether it is because of her or not, she has an unshirkable responsibility anyway. You can't hurt others, but she will do whatever it takes to compete for favor, this is the lesson. ”

Leng Qinghe nodded: "It's just bitter Qinghua, such a well-behaved child." ”

Leng Qinghuan was silent: "When the fourth aunt's funeral is dealt with, let Qinghua go to my house to live for a while, so as not to stay in the Xiangfu and touch the scene." ”

"That's fine, my father didn't feel comfortable when he saw Qinghua. Alas, what an eventful time. ”

When Leng Qinghuan returned to the palace, he felt dizzy and a little uncomfortable. I don't know if it's because of the wind and cold, or if it's too much thought.

Recently, there have been frequent accidents in the Prime Minister's Mansion, which is quite sad. Especially the fourth aunt is gentle and understanding, and if her father has anything to say on weekdays, she is willing to talk to the fourth aunt. Now there is only Aunt Xue left in the house, and her father is angry with her because of this matter, and there is not even a person who knows cold and heat.

She rubbed her temples, her face tired, and she didn't want to eat.

Murong Qi walked in, sat next to her bed, naturally picked up the bowl that was resting on the side, stirred it gently with a spoon, and then fed it to her, the action was very clumsy, and it dripped onto the bed.

Leng Qinghuan didn't open his mouth: "I can't eat it." ”

Murong Qi was serious: "You are imprisoned and abused, and the child sues me." Come, I'll feed you. ”

Leng Qinghuan opened her mouth obediently, enjoying the feeling of being spoiled by Murong Qi.

"You don't have to worry about the fourth aunt's affairs, just leave it to me. You don't have to think about anything for these two days, just eat and sleep obediently, and take care of it. When the matter of the fourth aunt is dealt with, I will take you and the child to the Zhuangzi to relax. Otherwise, in a few days, your body will be even more bulky, and you won't be able to go anywhere. ”

Leng Qinghuan nodded, there was still a crystal clear grain of rice hanging on the corner of his lips, Murong Qi took out a hand to touch his sleeve, but he didn't find a handkerchief, so he simply bowed down, like a dragonfly with a little water, pecked lightly, and rolled the grain of rice into his mouth and ate it.

Leng Qinghuan only thought that he wanted to be unruly, and asked embarrassedly: "Isn't it dirty?" ”

Murong Qi didn't answer and asked, "Then do you think I'm dirty?" ”

Leng Qinghuan only glanced at him, if I think you are dirty, will I not kiss him in the future?

Murong Qi slightly hooked the corners of his lips: "If you don't say it, I'll just treat you as if you don't like it." ”

After eating a mouthful of porridge, he couldn't help but block Leng Qinghuan's lips.

Leng Qinghuan's eyes widened, what kind of operation is this? Feeding like a bird, mouth-to-mouth?

Is it good to talk about hygiene?

Murong Qi opened her lips domineeringly, forcing her to swallow the porridge before she reluctantly straightened up.

"This is what I fed my son."

Leng Qinghuan looked at Murong Qi dumbfounded, and asked coldly, "Why are you treating me so well?" ”

After asking, I felt that I was an idiot to ask, just like a little yellow-haired girl who was just starting to fall in love.

Murong Qi chuckled: "Because, there are too many people who like you in this world, this king must be good to you and spoil you, so that you will not be deceived by other men's rhetoric." ”

Leng Qinghuan grinned like a fool: "Then should I mess with more flowers and grass and let more people be good to me, in that way, your sense of crisis will be heavier." ”

"You dare!" Murong Qi glared at her threateningly: "It seems that this king still can't feed you?" ”

This is clearly a pun, Leng Qinghuan smacked him, and just wanted to tease, there was a hurried footstep outside. Deputy General Yu hadn't entered the courtyard yet, and the voice arrived first.

"Lord Wang, it's not good."