Hua Jingyao's heart moved, and asked, "Can Shen Sigongzi solve the poison of ghosts?" ”

"There is no solution to this poison." Shen Xiao said coldly, the villain in her heart was spinning in circles, she shouldn't suspect that he was the murderer behind the case.

Thinking of the faint fragrance of gardenias in the plum garden not long ago, Shen Xiao wanted to let spinach dress his head again.

To Shen Xiao's surprise, Miss Hua didn't continue to ask, she just glanced at Shen Xiao meaningfully, then pursed her lips and stopped talking.

Worried about startling the grass and snakes, Yin Zhutou told Xiang Zhuniang: "Nonsense, where was your son killed, although he has bruises on his body, but it is not fatal, your son died of a sudden illness, take it away and bury it." ”

Xiang Zhuniang was stunned, sat on the ground with a puff, and cried loudly: "My hard-working son, you just leave like this, how can you live while leaving me and your sister!" ”

"Get up, this is the yamen, if you want to cry, go to the women's prison and cry!" Yin catches the head and reprimands.

The woman really stopped crying, stood up quickly, and said to Yin Zhutou, "You brought the person here, and you have to carry it back for me." ”

Yin Zhutou said: "You said that your son was beaten to death, and the yamen brought people here, but your son obviously died of a violent illness, and the yamen has not yet investigated your rumors to confuse the public, do you still want to rely on it?" Come, and take the woman to a women's cell for a few days. ”

As soon as the words fell, two stout female jailers came over, like carrying chickens, picking up the Xiangzhu Niang and leaving.

Xiang Zhuniang struggled a few times, and the hands of the two female jailers were like iron tongs, scratching her flesh and skin.

"Official, official, the women don't need you to carry people, no need!"

"Really?" Yin Zhutou asked with a gloomy face.

As soon as the two female jailers let go of their hands, Xiang Zhuniang shook her head desperately: "No need, really don't need it, but the folk woman can't carry it back alone, can the official give me a grace and wait until the folk woman finds help and then carry the person?" ”

Yin Zhutou thought about it and seemed to be a little embarrassed: "There has never been such a rule in the yamen." ”

At this moment, a catcher poked his head out and said, "Head catcher, the people from Yizhuang are here." ”

"The people of Yizhuang have come to do anything, and there are no unclaimed corpses today." Yin Zhutou said angrily.

"No, no, a few days ago, a benevolent man donated two taels of silver, and Lord Fucheng asked people to send a letter to ask the people of Yizhuang to get the donation." The Catcher said.

Yin Zhutou nodded: "I remember, there is such a thing, you take them to go through the formalities, it is a matter of silver and two, everyone who comes from them must sign and draw a pledge." ”

"Everybody has to sign it? There were four of them, and the old ghost had brought all his nephews and apprentices, and those boys couldn't even write their names. The captor said.

"Forget it, let them do it themselves." Yin Zhutou said impatiently.

Xiang Zhuniang on the side suddenly came to her senses, blinked her red and swollen eyes from crying and asked, "Official, since the people from Yizhuang are here, then simply let them send my hard-working son to Yizhuang first." ”

Yin Zhutou frowned and asked, "Send it to Yizhuang?" Is your family going to be buried in Yizhuang? ”

The corpses stored in Yizhuang are either nameless corpses sent by the yamen, or outsiders who died in a foreign land, and there are almost no cases like Huang Xiao'an.

Xiang Zhuniang wiped her tears with her sleeves and said: "Official, the women's house lives in the master's house, the house is close to the master's house, my son is young and gone, it is unlucky, if the woman doesn't know how to go to the funeral at home, the master's family will be angry, it is better to let my son go in Yizhuang." ”

Yin Zhutou thought about it, and called the catcher and asked him to take Xiang Zhuniang to find the people in Yizhuang.

After a short time, the people of Yizhuang carried Huang Xiaoan's body into the mule cart they brought and walked out of the city.

Xiang Zhuniang howled twice, and when she saw the trapper next to her glaring at her, she was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her mouth and hurriedly went out of the yamen.

There is an old locust tree outside the yamen of Shuntian Mansion, and when Xiang Zhuniang passed under the old locust tree, a voice suddenly came.

"This female benefactor is so blessed!"

Xiang Zhuniang was startled, and looked at it, and there was a bald monk standing in front of him, the monk was full of red light, but the monk's robe on his body was very shabby, and he was holding a bowl in his hand.

"What a blessing, my mother's men and sons are all dead, and your mother's blessing is there." Xiang Zhuniang scolded.

"The blessing of the female benefactor is in the woman, not in the man", the monk said solemnly, "The female benefactor should also have a daughter." ”

Xiang Zhuniang was taken aback, and looked at this monk carefully, she was not familiar at all, and besides, she didn't know the monk originally.

"Can you really see that?" Xiang Zhuniang's eyes widened, pointed to her nose and asked, "Then you tell me carefully, but first say okay, I won't give money." ”

The monk smiled slightly, unfathomable: "The poor monk is just for marriage, and everything is happy." The female benefactor should be the life of both children and daughters, but the female benefactor is the life of a widower and a child. ”

As soon as the monk's words fell, Xiang Zhuniang wiped her tears again: "You're right, I'm a hard-working person." ”

"No, the poor monk's words are not finished yet, although the female benefactor is destined to lose her husband and child, but this is not a bad thing." The monk said.

"Not a bad thing? Isn't losing a husband and a child a bad thing? Xiang Zhuniang forgot to cry again, and her face was stunned.

"Yes, the loss of a husband and a child is a bad thing for others, but for the female benefactor, it is the beginning of blessing, the blessing of the female benefactor is in the daughter, if the poor monk is not mistaken, the daughter of the female benefactor is the reincarnation of the lotus fairy." When the monk said this, his tone was also respectful, holding a bowl in one hand and a bow in the other.

Xiang Zhuniang was startled, looked around, and dragged the monk to hide behind the big locust tree.

"Master, tell me well, my daughter is really the reincarnation of the lotus fairy?" Xiang Zhuniang asked eagerly.

The monk's expression became more and more solemn: "If the monks don't speak, can the daughter of the female benefactor be born cheap?" ”

"Yes, yes, ouch, I signed a death contract with my dead ghost man, and my daughter is not a cheap life." Xiang Zhuniang said.

Although their family often shows people that they are from the Ping'an Marquis's mansion, they are still slaves, and the deed of sale is still in the Nie family.

The monk bowed his head and said: "Although the daughter of the female benefactor was born cheap, she gave birth to the body of a deputy lady, and she had to meet a nobleman, just like the lotus, born in the sludge, but with a noble temperament, raised in the family of a high-ranking family, and favored by the literati. ”

Xiang Zhuniang opened her mouth wide and didn't close it for a long time.