The two stepped out of Gu's mansion and happened to bump into a maid.

Su Jiu is very familiar, this maid is Xiao Chen Qingqiu's person.

The maid obviously didn't expect to bump into them, so she saluted embarrassedly, "Young Master Xiao, Miss Su." ”

Xiao Tingchen glanced at the brocade box in her hand and sneered, "Come and give a gift?" How did I not know that Xiao Chen Qingqiu and the Gu family still had such a friendship? ”

The maid's cheeks were slightly red, and she didn't dare to answer.

Su Jiu tilted his head.

The pure fawn eyes were a little cool, and she said lightly: "Little brother, there is a smell of blood in this brocade box." ”

The maid's face changed greatly, and she was about to bypass them into the Gu Mansion, but Xiao Tingchen quickly snatched the brocade box.

The brocade box fell to the ground and rolled out a head.

The blood has already coagulated, who is it if it is not Gu Mingyu.

Su Jiu took a half step back and picked up the letter that landed together.

After a few glances, she sneered, "This letter was written by Sister Chen to the old lady of the Gu family. She said that Gu Mingyu was killed by her little brother...... With Sister Chen's ability, she should know that her little brother would come to Gu Mansion today. Since she knew, she still sent the head and this letter. What, she wants to borrow the hands of the Gu family to get rid of her little brother? ”

The maid bit her lip and was silent.

Su Jiumian wrapped Gu Mingyu's head with an embroidered handkerchief without changing his color, and put it back in the brocade box along with the letter.

She returned the brocade box to the maid, "The people of the Gu family are dead, and Sister Chen miscalculated." It's better for you to give this thing back to her. ”

The maid took it with trembling hands.

She watched Su Jiu and Xiao Tingchen walk away together, only to notice that her legs were very weak.

She knew that the son of the Xiao family was not a layman, but what was the origin of this little girl, who could be so calm when she saw her head?!

The people of the Xiao family,

Are they all monsters?!

Xiao Tingchen took Su Jiu and walked slowly on the long street.

A young man in fresh clothes galloped from the end of the long street.

It was Xie Rongjing.

He yelled with anger on his face, "Su Xiaojiu! You said you wanted to eat green sugar gourds, but the young master ran all over Gusu City and didn't see green sugar gourds! When you go back to the inn, you're gone! You asked me to buy a green sugar gourd, did you deliberately branch me so that I could come to Xiao Huaijin?! ”

Before Su Jiu could speak, Xiao Tingchen smiled and said: "It's just in time, you go to the Yamen of Pingjiang Mansion for me, and say that Xiao Chen Qingqiu has an accident, and ask Gu Qiongzhou to personally mobilize the government soldiers over." ”

"Why?!"

Xie Rongjing bared his teeth.

Xiao Tingchen sighed lightly and touched Su Jiu's little brain, "My sister is really well-behaved and cute, and I don't know who will be blessed to marry her in the future......"

Xie Rongjing looked at the cute and ignorant little girl, swallowed his saliva, and went to help Xiao Tingchen with his errands.

Xiao Tingchen took Su Jiu and continued to walk towards Bantang.

The little girl whispered, "Little brother, it's not right for you to use me to coax the Xie family's brother." ”

"The master said that a gentleman can deceive him."

"But—"

Xiao Tingchen conjured a string of sugar gourds like a trick and plugged Su Jiu's mouth, "Girls, don't learn to nag, otherwise your husband will not like it." ”

The little girl gave him an angry look.

When he came to Bantang, Xiao Tingchen asked Su Jiu to stay outside obediently, and stepped into Xiao Chen Qingqiu by himself.

On a spring night in the south of the Yangtze River, the moon is full.

Xiao Chen Qingqiu was listed for rest today.

The moonlight was clear, and the small building was quiet.

The young man kicked open the door of the Tianzi Mansion, and the woman with heavy makeup was sitting lazily by the window, combing her lacquered hair with a human bone comb.

She was forty years old, and her cloud-like hair was interspersed with several silver threads, which was particularly eye-catching.

Xiao Tingchen walked to her side, hooked a strand of her long hair to play with, and said in a gentle voice: "When my sister cleans her hair, what kind of fragrance is used, it really smells good." ”