This Zhao Qingqing's boudoir is small and exquisite, and all kinds of things are neatly placed and stored, except for the bed, there is no place to hide.

There was a dead woman lying on the bed.

No one wants to blaspheme such a poor woman who died young.

Shen Zetang gave Shen Huan and Shen Rong a look, the two of them understood, and planned to let go of Yibo, and each took out the hidden weapons and waited for them.

People from outside were talking, and Wu Nong from Jiangnan spoke softly, even if he was very angry and painful, he didn't feel angry when he heard it.

Shen Zetang's expression became closer and closer with his footsteps, and became more and more solemn, and the person who came showed that he was not weak and well-trained.

Footsteps to the door, there is a man's rough hand, grasping the sprinkling curtain half-lifted, the cool breeze first snatched people, blowing Shen Huan's sleeves.

"The stables are on fire!" Suddenly, there was a panicked cry from afar, and the people in front of the door were stunned, and then they heard a rough shout: "You are still angry, the horses are running around, and you are not quick to restrain them." ”

The curtain fluttered down, the footsteps were lifeless in an instant, Shen Zetang breathed a sigh of relief, the three of them quickly returned along the same road, waiting to get out of "Leshanzhuang", the accompanying guards flashed out from behind the plane tree, Zhang Hong was quite embarrassed with dry grass but couldn't take care of it, only said: "Is there something wrong with Second Master Shen?" ”

Shen Zetang took the straight jacket and put it on, raised his eyes and asked him, "The stable was the fire you set on fire?" There was a fire for no reason, and the owner of Zhao Zhuang couldn't pretend to have nothing to do. ”

Zhang Hong hurriedly replied: "The five news came over, saying that six or seven big men had entered the 'Qingyun Pavilion', thinking that the second master was waiting inside, and he couldn't do it in a hurry, and I hope that the adults will forgive their sins." ”

Shen Zetang shook his head slowly, and the group didn't talk much, and went straight towards the Baihua Inn.

Shun Yu was very tired, somehow, lying on the bed tossing and turning and unable to sleep, tossing for a long time, suddenly turned over and put his shoes on the ground, went to open the window sash, and brought a chair closer, sitting while rubbing his sore legs and abdomen, while staring at the street outside.

There is a West Chicken Lane opposite the Baihua Inn, on both sides is the prostitute liao of the short and short man, a red cage is hung in front of the liao, a prostitute is set up under the red cage in turn, and she is not afraid of the cold, she wears the spring shirt of the single book early, and throws the water waves at the visitors.

There are a few prostitutes through the middle street, to the side of the road at the end of the Baihua Inn, there is a food stall, put an iron pot on the stove, half a pot of cooked oil "farming" sound, the fragrance blows to Shun Yu's nose before the sound, it turned out to be selling fried lotus root cakes, the prostitute used kraft paper to pick up a lotus root cake, afraid of the oil dripping on the clothes, afraid of burning the skin of the mouth, stretched out the neck and bit the small mouth, exhaled and chewed slowly, it looked very delicious.

Shun Yu swallowed his saliva, and suddenly saw a group of people coming over there, squinted his eyes and looked carefully, it was Shen Erye and they were back, looking at the hands and feet, he was inexplicably relieved in his heart, leaned out half of his body and beckoned to them vigorously, and shouted in a high voice: "Second Master Shen, Second Master Shen!" ”

"Second master, he called you." Shen Huan saw that Second Master Shen didn't know what he was thinking, so he didn't seem to hear it, so he couldn't help but help.

Shen Zetang came back to his senses at this time, raised his face to look, and saw Shun Yu smiling like a flower, leaning out half of his body and pointing at the food stall, with a greedy face to eat lotus root cakes.

At this time, even if it was heavy in his heart, it was a matter, but seeing Feng Jiu's vigorous spirit, he seemed to be brisk and energetic.

Shen Huan took out the silver money in his sleeve to buy it for Shen Erye, but was blocked, so he saw the second master standing in front of the oil pot and waiting patiently, watching the stall owner use long bamboo chopsticks to turn the lotus root cake in oil up and down, until it was golden on both sides, and put it in the oil paper bag, and then fry it on the top, after repeating this three times, an old woman wrapped it up and tied it with twine, Shen Erye took it and walked towards the inn, as if he didn't realize that a few prostitutes around him were eating and laughing, and they were quietly looking at him.

Shen Huan stared back with big eyes, Shen Erye doesn't like vulgar fans, what he likes is the peaches upstairs, how much he likes it, he followed Shen Erye, this is the first time I have seen him do it himself.

Shun Yu was waiting by the door, and when she saw Shen Erye coming over with lotus root cakes, she hurriedly stepped forward to thank her, but she didn't go back to her room, pretending to follow the second master at random and entered his room.

Shen Erye hooked the corners of his lips, and pretended to let her follow up casually.

Shen Rong brought half a basin of hot water, and when he receded, he pulled Shen Huan, who was not long-eyed, out of the room and brought it to the door.

Shun Yu found a chair in front of the table to sit, loosened the twine and opened the paper package, the aroma of the oily lotus root cake was fragrant, took a bite, and then took a bite, crispy, tender and sweet, and really liked it.

While eating, she glanced at Shen Erye, and saw that he had taken off his outer straight jacket, and then his night clothes, only wearing white clothes and pants to wash his hands, Shun Yu pursed her lips, she didn't want to lie here, she really had something to ask him, so she had to do it.

Second Master Shen Shi Shiran walked over, sat down opposite her, poured tea from his own pot, poured another cup for Shun Yu, and said with a smile: "This is Huo Xiaoyu mentioned floating frost white tea, you can also taste it." ”

Shun Yu knew that he had taken a walk around Zhenjiang City today, and he bought a lot of famous tea and came back, and he couldn't help frowning: "Maybe it's because of the lotus root cake, but I can't taste the intensity of this tea." She asked again: "Lord Shen must have inspected Zhao Qingqing's boudoir when he went to 'Leshanzhuang', but it is similar to what Huo Xiaoyu said?" ”

Second Master Shen took a sip of tea before saying, "It's not just similar, it's just according to Huo Xiaoyu's words." The plum trees in the garden are full of fun with the "Snowy Night Song" she played, the benzoin in the house, the floating frost white tea she asked for on the small table, a guqin in front of the table, and even the six broken plum blossoms on the surface of the piano are not bad at all, I originally guessed that Huo Xiaoyu may be Zhao Qingqing, but. ”

Seeing him pause, Shun Yu couldn't help but ask, "But what?" ”

Second Master Shen's tone was very calm: "Zhao Qingqing is indeed lying on the bed, but she is indeed dead." ”

He knew what Shun Yu was going to say, so he only continued: "Zhao Qingqing's mother is suffering from the loss of her beloved daughter, and it is really difficult to play with the deep love of licking calves, the woman on the bed is withered, although she has applied powder, her face is blue and gray, and she has been dead for several days, and there is indeed a light scar on her eyelids. ”

If this is all deliberate, then the opponent's unfathomable profundity is unmatched.

Shun Yu's face turned white, and he asked, "Could it be that Zhao Qingqing really borrowed the corpse to return his soul?" ”

"I didn't believe it originally, but all the evidence is irresistibly pointing to the resurrection of the corpse, and if you don't believe it, you have to believe it." Second Master Shen put down the teacup and looked at her with a smile: "Then let's believe it, tomorrow we will go to the prefect's yamen to find Yang Qing, and we will go to 'Leshanzhuang' again in a bright and bright way, and see what the owner of Zhao Zhuang will say." ”

Shun Yu was waiting for this sentence, and then he wanted to go back to the room, but he heard him ask: "What is in this lotus cake, look at what you like to eat." ”

Only then did Shun Yu realize that the last piece of lotus root cake in the paper bag was bitten twice by her, and she forgot to leave a piece for Shen Erye.

cheekily lied: "The taste is also average, very sweet, Lord Shen can't eat it." ”