Back to the Baihua Inn, you have to pass through the most lively street in Xijindu, the shops on both sides are mostly selling duck eggs pink rouge shavings oil, the fresh and sweet flower fragrance goes straight to the nose of the person, and then go forward is a household, but see the moss in front of the door, the blue buds are against the wall, there is a kind of difference with the unique delicacy of the capital.

The wheels of the carriage were rounding, Shun Yu kept looking out with the curtain, and Shen Erye finally closed the book in his hand, and he couldn't see it.

There are few people in this world who know how to figure out people's hearts better than him, or maybe because of his age, he is not full of joy and anger, and his words and deeds are more cautious.

When he was a young man in white, he was in no mood to love, and after he matured, he was even more indifferent, thinking that he would be lonely for life, but Shun Yu, the girl, easily subverted everything.

But look at her stubborn back at this time, although she is still respectful and obedient on the surface, how can she be born with a farther and farther coldness.

Second Master Shen asked Shen Huan, and he already understood in his heart why she was like this.

Although he likes Shun Yu very much, he also has his own limits.

It's been long enough for her to confess, and even if he can't, he's willing to help her secretly.

It's just that these things near and far let him know how dangerous and long the road ahead is, and how much she distrusts him.

When he was on guard against the hidden arrows outside, he had to pay attention to the short knife she had stolen, and how the two of them should share weal and woe.

It's not that I don't want her anymore.

It's just that she is still young, she is very vigilant, and she has a deep hatred of blood and blood, if she lets her go, it may be better for each other.

Second Master Shen's heart gradually became anxious, he narrowed his eyes, contemplated, and a touch of indifference finally appeared on the corners of his lips.

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The spring in the south of the Yangtze River is like a sentimental woman in the beginning of cardamom, and she smiles skillfully during the day, and when she thinks of her lover at night, she has endless tears.

The sky has darkened, and Jinshan stands gently and silently, quietly watching more than a dozen people wearing hats on their heads, wearing robes, carrying lanterns, and holding torches, winding along the mountain ridge.

Shun Yu was wearing clogs, the mountain road was full of mud, she almost slipped when she fell, but Shen Huan quickly helped her with his eyes, thanked her, and peeked at Shen Erye and Yang Qing at the front, talking in a low voice as they walked, as if they had forgotten her.

She pursed her lips and asked Shen Huan, have you done the unethical thing of digging people's graves before?

"The rain in the south of the Yangtze River is really different from the capital, it is oblique and dense like a net, and it can't be avoided." Shen Huan wiped his wet face and gossiped at Shunyu: "When I was in Yunnan to suppress the rebellion, there were countless soldiers who died in battle, and the living dug a pit for the dead, then I said to Shen Rong, if I die, thinking of brotherhood, you dig a big pit for me, at least let me stretch my legs and lie down comfortably." Guess what Shen Rong said........ ”

Shun Yu shook his head, and Shen Rongcha passed by, his face full of impatience: "Just talk about Chen Sesame and rotten grain, like a girl." “

"....... I'd love to. Shen Huan kicked a kick of mud on his leg, and continued: "He will be sincere to me, and he promised to dig the pit bigger, and he also wanted the whole beautiful woman to bury me .........." “

Zhang Hong sneered and said: "You are daydreaming, where are there women, there are many blind bears." “

Shen Huan scolded in his mouth: "Shen Rong dares to give me the whole bear blind, and I won't let him go if I am a ghost." “

Everyone around laughed, Shun Yu was also laughing, seeing that Shen Erye had not turned around, he suddenly had some indescribable feelings, and when he thought about it, he might have something to do with Tianfu's full door copying, and his heart began to chill again.

Walked for about half an hour, that is, arrived near Zhongling Spring, searched all over and saw no trace of the grave, Shen Erye groaned, the cemetery is mostly buried in the back of the mountain, which is convenient for Tibetan wind and thick shade of descendants. He immediately ordered everyone to raise the torches, carefully observed the surrounding terrain, pointed to a higher mountain, and took the lead.

Sure enough, after climbing hundreds of steps, there was a new tomb standing on the flat part of the mountainside, and the name of Zhao Qingqing was engraved on the tablet.

In the dead of night, the drizzle was blowing, a cool breeze blew, and the canopy of the mountains was like a roaring wave.

Shun Yu was a little scared, and saw Shen Huan and a few other guards hurriedly digging graves with shovels, only Shen Erye and Yang Qing stood side by side, watching them work, and there were endless words, she quietly moved to Shen Erye's side, cheekily to clench his sleeves.

Second Master Shen paused, still didn't look back at her, but he didn't pull his arm away.

The coffin is made of hundred-year-old sandalwood, which is very heavy and thick, but it can't withstand the repeated pry of the shovel.

Shen Rong rushed to report that there was indeed a neatly dressed female corpse lying in the coffin, and asked if he wanted to carry it out.

Yang Qing's face turned pale, and he wanted to refuse, but he wanted to hear Shen Erye's deep instructions: "There is a pavilion within fifty steps on the right, after carrying the female corpse there, hand it over to the maid for autopsy." ”

Yang Qing watched Shen Rongxun leave quickly, while Second Master Shen took the lead in heading towards the pavilion, hurriedly calling Shun Yu who followed behind, and complained in a low voice: "I think that the female corpse must be Zhao Qingqing, Lord Shen must re-examine the autopsy, Feng Sheng doesn't think it's too much?" ”

Shun Yu bowed his hand at him, and his tone was very calm: "Whether the time of Zhao Qingqing's death was on the 28th of last month, or three or four days ago, the owner of Zhao Zhuang and the imperial doctor all said that she died of illness, and maybe there were other causes of death that are unknown, not to mention whether the female corpse fell to the bottom is Zhao Qingqing, it is up to debate, how can Lord Yang say that it is an extra move?" ”

She paused, and then said: "When Lord Yang was first transferred to the prefect of Zhenjiang, he encountered such a difficult case, although the time was not good, but fortunately, Lord Shen helped him, and the two adults should work together to make the case clear as soon as possible." In public and private, it is beneficial to Lord Yang and not harmful. ”

Yang Qing was speechless for a while, and then smiled: "What Feng Sheng said is extremely true. ”

Shun Yu also smiled, so she didn't say much, and when the two of them rushed to the pavilion, they saw that the place was brightly lit, as bright as day, and there was a roll of straw mats on the railing of the pavilion, and a female corpse was placed on the table, with a withered appearance, skinny bones, and her skin had gradually decayed.

I heard that this female corpse did die three or four days ago, and there was a scar on the right eyebrow bone, according to her appearance, it should be Zhao Qingqing, but her skin was dark and purple, not a death, but a poisonous death.

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After saying goodbye to Yang Qing, everyone was silent all the way.

Just stepped into the Baihua Inn, Shen Erye ordered Shen Rong to wait for a few times to rest, and made an appointment with Xu Jing to have a few glasses of wine with him, Xu Jing smiled and asked Shun Yu, do you want to go together?

Shun Yu was taking off his hat, and he wanted to refuse, but seeing that Shen Erye's face was cold, he felt uncomfortable, so he said yes to the ghost's jaw.

Xu Jing looked at Second Master Shen's expression, and touched his nose with some embarrassment, he was just empathetic, how could he expect Feng Sheng to agree?

How could you have imagined that Second Master Shen didn't want to drink with Feng Sheng?