The truth surfaced, and everyone's eyes looked at Yuan Pingxi suspiciously.

The flower hall was too quiet, and this quietness made Yuan Pingxi, who was in pain, subconsciously stunned.

He saw that Lord Yuezhang was staring at him angrily, and as soon as his hand loosened subconsciously, the Lan clan in his arms rolled twice and rolled to the side.

Bright red blood stains rolled all over Lan's body, and the tragic poignancy was terrifyingly hideous.

"No, it's not! No, Lord Yue! ”

Yuan Pingxi had already seen the desperation in his anger, and waved his hands in a panic: "Lan'er is not wrong, there is no mistake. There's really nothing wrong with her! ”

"She's right, is my daughter wrong? Where is she sorry for you, in order to give birth to Shu'er, she almost fought for her life. How exactly did she die, and how did she die? ”

Wen Tongzhang saw the truth, wiped two handfuls of tears in pain, stepped forward and grabbed Yuan Pingxi's collar.

Yuan Pingxi was a thief with a weak heart, and fell to his knees, his face was extremely painful, and said: "Huizhi's death is really an accident, a real accident." I've checked, it won't be fake, it's really unexpected! ”

"Accidents? Is it really easy for you to have this accident? ”

Wen Tongzhang was originally sure that his son-in-law didn't know about it, but Yuan Pingxi said this, which made his heart hurt like blood: "What accident, what accident?" Could it be that the addition of something to the medicine was an accident? ”

"This wasn't Lan'er's doing, it really wasn't Lan'er's doing. It's Xiao Cui, Xiao Cui did it. ”

Yuan Ping Xikou did not choose to speak, and the more he said, the more he could not hide it.

He Daoqing glanced at him coldly, "Xiao Cui? Can't you see clearly as an official? Wasn't Xiaocui bought by the Lan family? ”

"You can't blame Xiaocui, Huizhi has become very violent since she gave birth to Shu'er. Xiaocui is a poor child, she is often beaten and scolded by Huizhi, Lan'er treats her well, and she can be slinged by her. Lan'er didn't do anything wrong, she wanted to repay the favor. It's Xiaocui, it's her own decision, not Lan'er's fault.

What's wrong with Lan'er? The first child was not beaten by Huizhi, and she didn't complain about anything. She has a temperament that swallows her anger, how can she instruct Xiaocui to do anything in secret, how is it possible? ”

Yuan Pingxi completely collapsed, his mind was in chaos, and when he explained in a panic, he realized that his defense had betrayed everything.

"I have a good daughter to marry you, if you don't have to accept the Lan family, how can Huizhi be like this?"

Wen Tongzhang's head was about to explode in pain, and he no longer had the strength to point at his son-in-law.

The word son-in-law made him feel like he was in pain. He covered his face, turned around and sat on the side and cried: "Huizhi, Daddy hurt you, Daddy hurt you!" ”

There was a pool of blood on the ground, and Yuan Pingxi sat paralyzed on the ground like mud, crying heartbrokenly on the side.

The entire flower hall was filled with a miserable and bloody atmosphere.

The facts have been revealed, and Yuan Pingxi can't hold back his spirits.

Hua Lan asked the spring silkworm to carry Wen Tongzhang to Bigfoot Liu to recognize Dongge, and He Daoqing, the magistrate of Fangqing County, took Yuan Pingxi back to the county government to be imprisoned.

Yuan Pingxi's servant who came with him carried Lan's body back.

Hua Lan looked at the tragic bloodstains on the ground and couldn't help but sigh in her heart.

How many affectionate empty disappointments, bright moon nights, Xiaoxuan windows, a handful of loess hills, all have a dream of sorghum, who asks about sadness?

The feelings in the world are right and wrong, I really can't understand it, and I can't tell it.

However, her emotion only lasted for more than ten minutes, and the pavilion chief and the lieutenant chief came in a hurry.

The flower hall is full of blood, which makes people feel depressed.

Hua Lan invited the two to the study, and the pavilion chief hurriedly said: "Little prince, the matter of the title deed has been done, you can take a look at it first." ”

Zhang Fugui handed over the written title deed to Hua Lan.

Hua Lan handed over the title deed to Hua San on the side, Hua San understood, and said to the pavilion chief: "My son-in-law wants to write the name of Hua Lan's son on the title deed, you understand everything here, right?" ”

"These are all right, easy to say, easy to say, all depend on the little prince."

The pavilion chief blinked, and nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "The craftsman is already waiting outside, will the little prince see him first?" ”

"Hmm."

Hua Lan nodded, and the pavilion chief immediately ran out and brought in a short fat man: "I've discussed it with the chief." This project is huge, I am afraid that there is an omission, and the two of them are much more relaxed to do things, and they can supervise each other, do you say that it is not a little prince? “

One person's bag is also a bag, and two people's bags are also bags, in short, this pile of pieces, doing a good job is the last word.

Hua Lan pulled her face and asked the craftsman, "Did you bring a pattern?" ”

"Childe has to plan first, whether he wants to overhaul or minor. What does it look like? In this way, the villain also drew a pattern for Childe's reference. ”

The craftsman is a rough and fine man, and he speaks simply and neatly.

Hua Lan only had so many hours to delay.

She asked people to take paper and ink, put it on the table, and made a gesture to the craftsman: "You sit down first, I said you draw." If there's something wrong, we'll discuss how to change it. ”

Seeing that he could not refuse, the craftsman sat down behind the table and picked up the pen.

"Now that there is a radius of two hundred acres, I want to expand the Gun God Temple into three parts: the front hall, the main hall and the apse. Some rooms were built on the left and right, and the rest of the land was used for the reclamation of the Gun Temple. The reclaimed land can be leased to tenants, so that the daily use of the temple does not have to worry. ”

Hua Lan said while planning the location on the drawing.

The craftsman's eyes flashed a few strange glints, but he quickly drew the rough outline of the drawing.

Hua Lan's plan remained unchanged, with ten rooms on the left and right and ten rooms on the left, and the rest of the land craftsmen in the backyard. Ten rooms were also built in the backyard to facilitate the living of tenants from outside.

Hua Lan looked at the drawings and was very satisfied, so she asked the craftsman: "How many taels of silver do you need for such a project?" ”

"The little prince is doing good deeds and accumulating merits, if the budget is down, the villain will definitely make careful calculations for the little prince. The project is so huge, to name a number, it is really difficult for the villain to grasp. It's better to buy some materials for the small ones, write a list and send them to the house, what do you think? ”

The craftsman said respectfully for the sake of difficulty.

"My master is about to leave tomorrow, you don't have to worry, just say the number first, right?"

The spring silkworm is afraid that the master will be difficult. Immediately rushed to say.

It is even more difficult for craftsmen, such a huge project, in front of him is the little prince of Prince Xiao, if something goes wrong, this is a big deal to lose his head. Where did he dare to speak?

"That's good, anyway, the project won't be done overnight. I will leave a million taels of silver tickets first, and you will make preliminary preparations and arrangements first. If this million taels of silver is not enough, I will give it to you when I return to Huafu. ”

"A million taels of silver tickets?"

The craftsman's heart is about to beat out.

How much is a million taels of silver? He looked at the pavilion chief and the lieutenant chief in amazement.

Zhang Fugui had a lively brain, hurriedly came over, and said with a huff: "It's all dependent on the little prince, all on the little prince!" ”

He kept secretly winking at the craftsman, who was a simple and naïve man, and did not dare to echo or speak.

Hua Lan's million taels of silver tickets are not uncalculated, there is a budget of 500,000 taels of silver to build a bridge, and the project of repairing the temple must be huge than building a bridge.

So he said, "Since the temple is being rebuilt, the materials must be the best." The general protects the family and defends the country, and must not let the heroes be buried, but must cultivate the momentum and the grandeur that is admired by thousands of people. ”