Wen Min's hair had already turned white, and it had fallen out a lot, sparsely pulled into a loose bun, and he could barely hang a hairpin.

Seeing Qingfeng entering, he was busy trying to hide what he was writing in his hand, but was held down by Qingfeng.

Zhuang Siyan had already walked over before Mrs. Wen and reached out to pull out the words he had written from the table.

Wen Min is worthy of being a program worker, and he has been writing in Ling Tiancheng's upper study for decades, so the handwriting in his pen is not weak at all because of his old age and frailty, but reveals a rare arm strength, and the spirits of those who read it are shocked.

Zhuang Siyan looked at the words on it, and asked nonchalantly: "Who is Lord Wen going to send such a letter to when he writes such a letter with a sick body?" ”

Wen Min's face had turned white from the time he saw them, and even his eyes were empty at this moment.

The other person was still sitting in the chair, but his hands were shaking, and he couldn't even hold the back of the chair.

Mrs. Wen hurried over in two steps, not caring about Wen Min, but instead snatching the paper in Zhuang Siyan's hand.

Zhuang Siyan's body flashed past her with only a slight movement, and when she couldn't retract, he followed a gust of wind and pressed her into a chair next to her.

Wen Min and his wife glanced at each other.

The look was very complicated, and Zhuang Siyan didn't understand it for a while.

But she understood the contents of the letter.

It's about arranging your own aftermath.

It stands to reason that Wen Min is so old, and he claims that he is not lightly ill, and it is normal to arrange the aftermath, he can say it openly or write it.

But why is it scared like this?

If he wasn't afraid, Zhuang Siyan wouldn't be so suspicious, he felt that everything was reasonable, and now looking at the two of them sitting in the chair, she couldn't ignore it.

So he picked up the letter again and looked at it carefully.

This look reveals a new problem.

Wen Min has daughters but no children, and the daughters who are married out are mostly not in a good situation now, and those who are dead are dead, and those who are not dead can't take care of themselves.

Those who are not married are all in front of him, and if it is really the moment of death, call someone over, and it will be over as soon as he is told.

Why write such a letter at this time?

And judging from the content of the letter, it is obvious that he is handing over his home to another person.

And the content is a bit incomplete, it feels like there are a lot of things written before, and this is just one of them.

Zhuang Siyan walked up to him with the letter and asked, "Who is this for?" ”

Wen Min didn't speak, his loose eyelids drooped, covering his gaze tightly.

His indifference was directly exchanged for a scream from Mrs. Wen, but before the voice could be spoken, he was stopped by a rag handed over by Qingfeng.

Mrs. Wen's eyes were wide open, and the pupils that were already lacking would almost be surrounded by white eyeballs, leaving only a little black.

And that little bit is full of fear.

A sharp blade had cut a very thin hole in her neck, and beads of blood flowed from it.

Not much, just a little shallow, and she didn't even touch the collar of her clothes, and it flowed.

But this injury was obviously shocking enough for Mrs. Wen, especially the cold blade, which was still on her neck at this moment.

So her hands clung to the armrests of the chair, and her eyes quickly turned from fear to fear from the bottom of her heart.

She looked at Wen Min.

Zhuang Siyan also looked at Wen Min, seeing that there was no blood on his face at all, the red that should have belonged to normal skin seemed to be all stuffed into his eyes in an instant.

Because the space is small, which increases the density, his eyes are very red.

He finally raised his eyes to look at Zhuang Siyan, and slowly hummed out a sentence from his old lips: "Fourth Miss, you will regret it." ”

Zhuang Siyan was stunned for a moment.

But soon, she laughed again: "That's my business, you just say your business will be done, who is this letter for?" ”

Wen Min didn't say.

After he finished saying the fourth lady, it was as if the person had died in the past, and he didn't raise his eyes anymore, and he turned a deaf ear to the things in front of him.

Qingfeng tried a few more times, and made three or four cuts on Mrs. Wen's old neck, almost biting her tongue in pain, but in the end, they couldn't ask Wen Min anything more.

That night, Zhuang Siyan took the letter away, and Wen Min also took it away.

The trustee passed into the palace and gave it to Ling Tiancheng, and Wen Min was sent to the prison of Dali Temple.

Jia Mingyuan was woken up in the middle of the night, saying that he was receiving a prisoner.

He hurried from his home to the gate of Dali Temple, first saw Wen Min, and was not sure about the situation, then saw Zhuang Siyan open the curtain of the carriage and said to him: "Take it in first, I will find you again if there is anything in the future." ”

Jia Mingyuan was stunned for a longer time this time.

It wasn't until Zhuang Siyan's carriage left Dali Temple that he was busy putting Wen Min in prison.

My mind was all over again, how did she come back? When did you come back, didn't you hear that you had a good time in Luohe City?

Jia Mingyuan's peach blossom luck was extremely bad, and he liked the fourth lady of Zhuangfu at first, but he was forcibly demolished by his father-in-law and sent to the palace.

The vicissitudes of life, this woman who touched his whole heart at the beginning, but now she always shows people in men's clothes, and she has become the favorite concubine of today's saint.

Jia Mingyuan finally dragged himself out of her quagmire with a lot of effort, and fell in love with Qiu Lingyin, the daughter of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

But the people had no intention of him, and only saw him in a hurry in the capital, and then returned to Zhenbei, and there has been no news since then.

He sometimes wonders sadly, is he not in love all his life?

Is that just marrying a few wives and concubines and taking over the task of passing on the lineage, or waiting?

However, no matter what he thought in his heart, as long as he heard the news of Zhuang Siyan and Zhenbei Hou, he would still pay attention to it.

After he locked Wen Min up, the sleepiness in the middle of the night was also gone, and he didn't go back at all, but sat up in Dali Temple.

Later, he was obsessed with a case, and his eyes wandered for a long time before he slowly looked into it.

Early the next morning, before dawn, Zhuang Siyan had already gotten into the carriage.

didn't follow others, just let Qingfeng rush, and the two of them went to the city gate.

The ancestral tomb of the Zhuang family is on a half-mountainside outside the city, and I have heard Lan Xin say that it is a good place for feng shui, and several generations of the Zhuang family have been buried there after their deaths.

In fact, Zhuang Changyuan's hometown is not in the capital, but since his grandfather's generation, he has been an official in the capital.

The official did a good job, so he moved the whole family over.

This move has become a serious person in the capital, the ancestral tomb of the hometown is nothing special, and it is also very troublesome to transport a dead person back, so the wealthy dealer bought another such place on the outskirts of the capital as a new cemetery.

Judging from Zhuang Changyuan's official career alone, this is really not a blessed land, and his ancestors failed to keep Zhuang's glory and wealth, but instead defeated their family and died.

It's a pity that here, Zhuang Changyuan is also unable to change a better cemetery for himself, and when he comes out of the prison, he goes into the ground, and he can't care about the good or bad feng shui, so it would be good to be buried smoothly and end up with a whole corpse.

The seasons come and go, and it's almost autumn.

However, the suburbs of the capital are still green at this time, especially on the mountain where countless ancestors of the Zhuang family are buried.

In the past, Zhuang Changyuan was far from powerful, one repaired the house, and the second repaired the ancestral tomb, and it was really good to build here.

After a few years, the dealer collapsed, and the house was dilapidated in a few days, but the cemetery here did not seem to have changed much.

It seems that the house where the living live is not able to withstand the years.

Zhuang Siyan walked in front, Qingfeng was holding the sacrificial supplies in one hand and the sword in the other, and his eyes couldn't stop looking around.

Such a cemetery would normally be taken care of.

But the dealer was defeated, and the family was scattered and died, and there were no gatekeepers, let alone tomb watchers, so he could almost imagine that not long after Zhuang Changyuan was buried, those who did the black market would come to dig his tomb.

Because as soon as Qingfeng entered here, he felt a strange aura.

Zhuang Changyuan is a new tomb, and compared to his ancestors, his tomb is too shabby, so he quickly found it.

Just when Zhuang Siyan put a sacrifice on the offering table in front of the grave and began to burn incense and paper, the corner of Qingfeng's eyes jerked violently, and he saw a figure not far away flashing quickly.

He didn't even think about it, and flew away and chased after him.

Zhuang Siyan remained silent, didn't even shake her hands, and then ordered her things.

The incense pillar was lit and inserted into the incense burner, and in the brazier in front of him, the ash of the paper money also flew up.

On the other side, in the ashes, a man slowly emerged from behind the grave.

Fortunately, it was daytime, Zhuang Siyan was a materialist in the past, so he was not frightened by him, and asked as if he had been waiting for a long time: "It's been a long time." ”

Zhuang Wenfeng's face was no different from a ghost, it was white, and his eyes were bloodshot.

This gentleman in the former Zhuang Mansion disappeared without a trace from the day Zhuang Changyuan was imprisoned.

Zhuang Siyan always thought that he went out of Pingyang Pass and went to the Kashgar tribe, and at that time, Ge'an also said that Zhuang Changyuan had some unclear things with them, and after these things were revealed, he had his own family and sons out of the customs.

But a lot of things happened in the capital later, especially Lan Xin in the palace was in contact with the outside.

This made Zhuang Siyan suspect that there were still people from the dealer here.

But she didn't expect it to be Zhuang Wenfeng.

In her eyes, this person is no different from a straw bag, except for eating, drinking, and having fun, she has not done a few reliable things, and she has failed in one set.

Not to mention that what Zhuang Changyuan himself did was to kill his head, even if he didn't kill his head, this family business would be passed on to his son in the future, and he would be completely defeated sooner or later.

However, this Zhuang Wenfeng is waiting for her here, and it shouldn't be for her to renew the old one.

Zhuang Wenfeng's body was completely exposed from the back of the grave, and his clothes were crumpled as if they were made of grass.

He took two steps forward crookedly, his eyes always looking at Zhuang Siyan.

Two paces away, he stood still, and then said in a hoarse, resentful voice, "Sure enough, it's you." ”

Zhuang Siyan didn't speak.

Zhuang Changyuan knew that it was her, and if Zhuang Wenfeng had been contacting Zhuang's home, it would not be surprising to know her.

If she is still the daughter of the dealer, or she will feel guilty.

But she is not, the purpose of her coming this time is not to do anything for Zhuang Changyuan, but to see what is mysterious here.