An Yu also felt dizzy for a moment, she propped her hands on the table, her stomach churned, and she felt like she wanted to vomit.

The box contained a head and two hands.

That head is a beauty's head, and the hand is also a beauty's hand.

The beauty has two pairs of apricot eyes, plump lips and bright red rouge, slender hands as if boneless, and ten slender and white fingers.

In the box is Xinyi's head and her hands.

The sweat on Bishuang's forehead fell bit by bit like rain, and at this moment she finally regained some senses, and a screaming voice came out of her mouth: "It's Xinyi-"

An Yu lay on the table, retching, and there was a lot of sweat on her head, it was a cold sweat.

The people in the plaice courtyard heard Bishuang's scream, and they all woke up from the nap, and the rain in the center was the fastest, and she hurriedly went to the small kitchen, and before she could ask questions, she screamed when she saw the heart in the box.

The little girls also came to the small kitchen to take a look, but before they could enter the house, they were stopped by a cold drink.

"Get out of here!"

Everyone was shocked, and when they turned their heads and saw that it was Song You coming, they stopped and lowered their heads and didn't dare to speak.

And Song You strode into the small kitchen, and when he arrived at the door, he also saw the head of Xinyi in the box at a glance.

Her hair had been combed, her eyes were open, she had a look of dying shock, her eyebrows had been trimmed and carefully painted, and even her lips were stained with bright red rouge.

Someone had even put makeup on the dead man's head.

An Yu propped her hands on the table and retched, the cold sweat on her forehead fell like rain, and he saw that her fingers were curled up, and her body was trembling all the time.

Song You took a deep breath, stepped forward and hugged An Yu in his arms, put his hand on her back and stroked it again and again: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not for you, it's for me, don't be afraid!" ”

Listening to Song You's low and soft voice, An Yu calmed down a little, her hand grabbed Song You's clothes tightly, gritted her teeth and said, "This is ......"

Song You hugged her tighter: "It's okay, don't be afraid, don't care who it is, I'll deal with it, this person will be finished sooner or later, and he won't be arrogant for a few days." ”

An Yu slowly closed her eyes, she took a deep breath, and slowly raised her head: "Song You, although I don't like this person, Mu Jinlin is really too deceitful. ”

Song You slowly closed his eyes, turned his head, and buckled the box: "It's really too deceitful!" ”

Xinyu stood up, looked at the buckled box, and gritted her teeth: "Master, even if Xinyi is wrong, he can't end up dead without a corpse." ”

Song You glanced at Xinyu, frowned and didn't speak, he took a breath and looked at Jianqin who came with him but stood outside the door: "Take the box, destroy it, and then find someone to go outside the garden to see the situation in the city." ”

An Yu frowned: "What do you want to see?" ”

Song You turned his head to look at An Yu and sighed: "I still have to bother the lady to take out the identity deeds of the girls who were driven out to sell two days ago." ”

Hearing Song You say this, An Yu watched Jianqin pick up the wooden box and opened her mouth: "So, do you suspect that the girls and mothers-in-law who were kicked out by you that day have been killed?" ”

Song You nodded slowly and frowned: "At the earliest, at the earliest, tomorrow at the latest, I'm afraid I have to go to the prison of Dali Temple to drink tea." ”

An Yu clasped her hands: "If those girls and daughters-in-law are all death deeds, they won't do anything to you when they die, then ......"

Song You sighed: "Naturally, there are one or two death deeds that are not signed. ”

According to the law, the slave who signed the living deed died for no reason, and the master's family was to be carefully investigated, although the slave who signed the death deed did not need to be questioned, but many of them died at once, and few people were not noticed, and there were many discussions, especially Song You's father, who was said to be a straw for human life, and the entire Song family had to suffer.

An Yu's heart couldn't help but hang: "It seems that Mu Jinlin has to kill you." ”

Song You raised his eyebrows: "It's okay, I knew that this would be the case two days ago, so those minions of the living deed are the people who were not sold by Jianqin who were personally brought out by Jianqin to sell, and it doesn't matter if they are dead or alive, but there are so many dead deeds among the girls up and down, and these people have not had time to sell them, and they are all dead at once, so there will be some turmoil again." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and shook An Yu's hand: "Don't worry, at most, for two days, take the death deed to Dali Temple to take a look, at most it will be said that in addition to being amorous in the women's pile, I am also a master who kills slaves indiscriminately." ”

An Yu's eyes were red and she didn't speak.

Song You staggered An Yu's worried eyes, chuckled, and turned his head to walk out.

He walked all the way back to the front hall, looked at the rice paper scattered in the front hall, chuckled helplessly, walked slowly to the table, still looking at the poetry collection, looking for the poetry collection to write to An Yu.

An Yu in the flounder courtyard sat in a daze for a long time before the little girls outside the door dispersed, leaving only a few useful ones into the small kitchen and continuing to help make face polishing cream.

Bishuang saw that An Yu's face was expressionless, but her hands were trembling, and she choked up: "Girl, uncle, he is here...... I'm afraid there will be more than one luck. ”

An Yu reached out and grabbed Bishuang's hand: "Don't say anything." ”

Bishuang pursed her lips, tears fell from her eyes: "I thought before, my uncle is a close minister of the emperor, and he has been favored, and he is still the concubine of the main house, and the future is limitless, and the most important thing is that my uncle was a girl in his heart at that time, and he had a girl's ......."

An Yu's eyes were stunned, and her voice was soft: "You say...... He had me in his heart at the time? ”

Unexpectedly, An Yu would ask such a question, Bishuang was stunned for a moment, and then pursed her lips and nodded.

After seeing Bishuang nodding, An Yu smiled: "Let's go, find out the identity deeds of those minions with me." ”

As she spoke, An Yu had already stood up and walked out.

Bishuang hurriedly followed.

The two of them found out the deeds of the dozen or so minions who were originally going to be sold, and after checking them one by one, An Yu frowned and gritted her teeth: "One of them signed a living deed." ”

Bishuang swallowed her saliva when she heard An Yu say this: "If you live the contract, you will have to pay for your life." ”

An Yu let out a long sigh: "It seems that Jianqin is not good for things." ”

Hearing such a comment, Bishuang pursed her lips lightly and grabbed her skirt with both hands.

An Yu tilted her head, suddenly thought of something, and shook her head: "No, Jianqin can do something, it must be 1510 to tell Song You, but Song You is so sure that he will be fine, and will only stay in Dali Temple for a day or two, which means that this slave must not be dead yet, or is he preparing to sell?" ”

Bishuang's eyes widened, she nodded, and was about to say something, but she heard someone outside the house say, "Mrs.—"

It was the sound of the lyre.

Bishuang hurriedly walked out from behind the screen to the middle hall, looked at Jianqin standing in the courtyard of the front saucer, sighed lightly, raised his hand, and let Jianqin enter the room.

After Jianqin came in, he first saluted An Fei, and then said, "Madam, there must be a living deed, right?" ”

An Yu raised her eyes and glanced at Jianqin: "Yes." ”

Jian Qin bent down and stretched out his hands: "Madam, this slave is going to be sold today, and the master said that I should come here to get the deed, and the master also said that the wife must keep those death deeds." ”

An Yu pursed her lips, and a chill arose in her heart: "Who is this slave who signed the living deed going to sell it to?" ”

Jian Qin blinked: "Your second brother." ”

An Yu bowed her head and gave the living deed to Jianqin: "You go." ”

Jian Qin took the deed, turned and left the house.

Bishuang watched from the sidelines, becoming more and more confused: "Girl, this ......"

An Yu sighed: "Song You knows that once these minions are sold and sent out of the gate of the garden, they are likely to be killed by Mu Jinlin, but he still gambles with the lives of these minions, if he dies, he tries his best to leave a living mouth, let this panting slave go to Dali Temple to say something, so that Mu Jinlin can get into some trouble." ”

Bishuang stood aside, a little skeptical: "But, Prince Luo and Uncle Luo have grown up together since childhood, and the two of them know each other very well, the girl said that Uncle is gambling, but think about it......"

Before she finished speaking, she stared at An Yu's side face: "However, this is also a means for my uncle to deal with Prince Luo." ”

An Yu stood up and smiled weakly: "Who said it wasn't, but he didn't disdain it at first, but after fighting with Mu Jinlin again and again, he had to make such a choice." ”

Bishuang nodded slowly: "Girl, don't think too much, those slaves are unruly, there is no serious master like you in the center of their eyes, they actually obey the assignment of an aunt to spread the news in the garden to other places, not to mention, there are still people who are greedy for silver, buy things privately, and put them in other people's homes, even if they don't sell it, they have to be scolded eighty and thrown out of the house, let them fend for themselves, it sounds good to say, in fact, after the cane is eighty, this person has long been half dead, and there are very few who can survive if they are thrown out, and it is no different from direct killing." ”

Hearing what Bishuang said so much, An Yu turned her head to look at her and smiled: "I didn't accuse him, but it's a pity in my heart, he was not a person who could do such a ruthless thing, and now he is gambling with his life." ”

After speaking, An Yu turned her head and looked at the death deeds on the table again.

After the woman's slender fingers sorted out these deeds, she turned around and handed them to Bishuang beside her: "Go, help me hand them over to the fifth brother." ”

Bishuang frowned: "Fifth brother? ”

An Yu bowed: "Yes, hand it over to the fifth brother, when the people from Dali Temple come, the fifth brother will take these death deeds to testify for Song You, and I, I will go to the palace to meet Concubine Zhenniang." ”

Stretching out his hand to take the deed, An Yu lowered his head and continued: "Presumably, after Song You comes out of Dali Temple, there will be more rumors on Prince Luo, the court officials are taboo to be said to kill slaves indiscriminately, and the prince who wants to seek the position of the East Palace is even more taboo, after all, no one wants to support a prince with the potential to be a tyrant to the throne." ”

Bishuang took those deeds and retreated from the house at the behest of An Yu.

An Yu turned around, pushed open the window, looked at the lake, and breathed a long sigh of relief - even though the forces behind Prince Luo would not collapse because of a few rumors, it would allow Concubine Zhen Niangniang to reduce her reliance on Prince Luo's forces, and it would be easy to plan for the future.