How can you just send away a fat sister-in-law? Qingyun wants to beat people like crazy now, in their eyes, what are they? The people who used to work in her workshop, who had benefited the most from her, were now like the greedy and shameless villagers, and their eyes were evasive and did not dare to make eye contact with her.

Xu Xian Ling came back in a hurry, and when he saw the chickens and dogs jumping in the ancestral hall, he was so angry that he beckoned the official to tie up all the people who were fighting.

Soon, everyone returned to the turtle mode with a shrunken head, trying to stay away from Song Qingyun as much as possible, wishing that there was a hole in the ground to hide.

"Lord Xu, how is the inspection?" Mu Qingao asked in a low voice.

"Back to the prince, the house is empty and there is nothing."

Xu County Ling was uneasy, damn it, he came to Yuxian County half a year to take office, I thought that there would be no big cases with the simple customs here, and he was happy and idle until he left office.

He didn't think that a murder case suddenly appeared a month ago, which made him anxious, and he wanted to find a substitute for the dead ghost to fool him over, but a few days ago, he was brought to King Jing and asked him to investigate the matter thoroughly, and it was impossible for him to fool around again.

Wave after wave of unsettled, he just had a clue here, and there was another theft case, but it was still related to King Jing, how did he live?

"You should have been to Mrs. Song's house before, right?"

"Yes, Cheng Yuchun is Mrs. Song's steward, and after he was killed, Xia Guan took someone to his house to investigate."

"Tell me about what you saw at home at the time, and there was nothing like this?"

"No, no, no, I remember it clearly, the furniture is readily available, the yard is clean and tidy, and everything is neatly placed."

"So...... Her home was indeed burglarized, and it was all stolen, wasn't it? ”

"Yes!"

"How are you going to find out?"

The sweat on Xu Xianling's forehead flowed like a waterfall, and he hesitated for a long time and muttered, "Lord Wang, I remember that fat woman, who is now dressed in silk and satin, I am afraid that she is the mastermind who robbed Mrs. of the family." ”

"Well, you're very knowledgeable."

"The prince praised it." Xu Xian Ling finally sighed, raised his head and stared at the fat sister-in-law like a torch, and waved his hand to the official beside him, "Arrest her for me." ”

The fat sister-in-law turned into a tigress and pointed at Xu Xianling's nose and scolded, "Old thing, you dare to slander me, I asked my man to chop you." ”

Oh, dare to say this, it's really bold.

Xu Xian Ling was so angry that he trembled, and called more than a dozen officials to rush over and press the fat sister-in-law to the ground and tie them into zongzi, and push them to Mu Qingao and kneel.

At this time, the rouge on the fat sister-in-law's face became green, and her nose and face were swollen after being beaten, which was terrifying, and she stared at Song Qingyun with swollen eyes.

"Phew! Little prostitute, she has a lot of ability, and she hooked up with a new man, why don't you die and stuff it, what are you doing when you come back? "This fat sister-in-law must have been beaten out of her brain, or maybe she has a backer to be so rampant, right?

Song Qingyun stood up and walked over step by step.

"I'm not dead, aren't you surprised?"

When she got closer, the fat sister-in-law saw the coldness in Qingyun's eyes, which made people feel cold all over her body, and she couldn't help but shiver.

Song Qingyun squatted down and looked straight at her, her eyes were black and boundless, and they were unusually cold.

She picked up a wooden stick from the ground, put it in her hand and said, "If I die, won't I miss today's wonderful scene?" ”

The wooden stick hit the fat sister-in-law's face, one at a time, very rhythmic, she looked at the onlookers of the villagers, and everyone hung their heads, not daring to look directly.

"You guys are really good, and you have succeeded in provoking my anger."

She temporarily let go of the fat sister-in-law who was beaten into a blood gourd and walked towards the onlookers.

The sound of swallowing saliva around them came and went, they had probably never seen Song Qingyun like this, when she bullied her before, she would only resist by crying at most, I don't know when Song Qingyun became terrifying.

"You did a great job of robbing my house and not burning my house, I should thank you for leaving me a little something."

She looked around, and finally her gaze stayed on Liu Xigui.

Liu Xigui timidly took a few steps back.

"Uncle, are you scared now? Isn't it cool to pry open the door of my house? ”

"Y-What evidence do you have that I went to your house to get something?"

Song Qingyun looked back at Mu Qingao, who was watching from the wall, and saw him whisper a few words to Xu County's order, and soon the officials disappeared into the village, and the first thing to search was Liu Xigui's house.

Seeing this, Liu Xigui sat on the ground with his buttocks, his face like ashes.

The crowd began to stir, and these cheap bones who could only lay in the nest began to beg Song Qingyun to let them go, while the villagers who had already transferred the stolen goods in advance were lucky to watch the fire from the other side.

Song Qingyun raised his head, and the arrogance and toughness in his eyes were undoubtedly revealed.

"Lord Xu, before you came, I heard some people's conversations, and some things were hidden by them in the homes of relatives and friends in the neighboring village, what do you say should I do?"

"How can it be!"

A group of Diao people, Diao people!

"Lord Wang, the county government is not manpowered, can you go to Qingyuan to borrow some troops? In addition, Xia Guan investigated the case in Nanji today and found some clues, which are inseparable from Liujia Village......"

Before Xu Xianling's words fell, Song Qingyun grabbed her sleeve, and she asked with a white face, "What do you mean, is it that someone in Liujia Village has harmed Steward Cheng?" ”

Xu Xianling hesitated, and he didn't dare to comment before the case was clarified.

"Light clouds, don't be impatient." Mu Qingao came over and took her hand, and said to Xu County, "Jiang Jue has already gone to transfer troops, and it is estimated that it will not take long to come over." ”

The small mountain village that used to be quiet has become restless at this time, and when the officials searched each house, a thick black smoke rose from somewhere into the sky, continuously.

"Fire?" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

That was the location of Song Qingyun's workshop.

Suddenly, Song Qingyun's eyes were about to fall, and an extra hand on her side held her.

"Let's take a look."

The workshop is made of wood, and the temperature rises quickly and there is little rain in the spring, so the wood is very dry, and you can hear the sound of the wood being roasted by the fire and exploding from a distance.

If you want to say what Song Qingyun is most afraid of in her life, it is a fire that makes her heart tremble.

The Bishui River had only melted for a short time, and there was not much water in the river, and the fire at this time had reached the point of being uncontrollable, so even if the water was drawn, it would be useless, and Song Qingyun had to watch his workshop being engulfed in flames.

Fortunately, after the accident of Manager Cheng, the workshop was suspended.

What's more, her home has been ransacked, can the workshop be left alone? The meat and a few cauldrons in it are estimated that there are no pieces of armor that have been divided up a long time ago, so she has nothing to feel sorry for.

However, why is it on fire? Today's weather is surprisingly good, there is no such thing as spring thunder, since it is not struck by lightning, it is arson!

Xu County's order was like thunder, this is worth it, these people in Liujiacun really want to rebel, arson under his nose is completely a provocation to his rights.

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