You mean Mr. Qian? The old bustard's hanging mental arithmetic finally had a little comfort. Yan Heyi asked, "I don't know where Master Qian is at the moment?" Cui Hong was a little embarrassed and said, "Do you suspect that this matter has something to do with him?" No, no, our master is a simple man, he will never do such a thing! ”

If there is one more insider out of thin air, then the matter is a little more complicated. Yan Heyi said, "Naturally, we don't suspect Master Qian, it's just that if you can tell this matter when you are drunk, he also has this possibility." Cui Hong nodded as she listened, "What you said makes sense, so let's let someone ask!" ”

She called a girl and instructed, "Go to the study in front and ask the master, I told him about a good sister of mine giving birth to a son, and he mentioned it to others!" ”

The girl said yes and turned around and went out, Cuihong asked people to change tea, and let people serve snacks, and comforted the old bustard and said, "Don't worry, the matter will definitely help you find out." But if that child is really your son, what are you going to do? ”

The old bustard was sad, and she thought to herself, "If only he were really my son, but now he has a human life on his back, and his whereabouts are unknown, and I don't know where to look for him." Cui Hong saw that she was very sad, and she didn't ask much, and said something after parting, and the girl came back, "Back to Mrs. Hui's words, the master said that he did talk about this matter once as a drink." ”

This is simply the worst news, Cui Hong said to the bustard with a little apology, "Look, my master and I have caused you trouble. She asked the girl, "Did the lord tell me with whom he had mentioned it?" The girl said, "The old man said that it was a master surnamed Wang." ”

"The surname Wang?" Yan Heyi couldn't help frowning. Cui Hong said, "I also know this Lord Wang, who lives in a town not far away. There is only one young master in his family, and his wife was like a tigress a few years ago, and I heard that she has been sick all these years and has been bedridden all the year round. By the way, he also has a brother, who is a concubine, and he is very angry! ”

The more Yan Heyi listened, the more chills she felt, wasn't what she said to be Master Wang? He and the bustard glanced at each other, and it was obvious that the two of them wanted to go together. Lao Bustard Suri has no contact with this old man Wang, and he only went to the house once not long ago, because he went to invite Yan Heyi and Liang Feichen. She really couldn't think of why this old man Wang wanted to harm her mother and son.

"Thank you!" Yan Heyi stood up and thanked Cuihong. Cui Hong said embarrassedly, "Look at it, because our husband and wife lost their words after drinking, and they caused you so much trouble." Yanlan, don't blame me! "The old bustard's heart is in turmoil, she doesn't blame Cui Hong.

The two said goodbye, Cui Hong kept it again and again, and when she saw that she couldn't keep it, she said to the old bustard with tears in her eyes, let her come again when she was free, and she would not let her go back if she didn't go back for ten days and a half months.

On the way back, the old bustard asked Yan Heyi, "Childe, how does Master Wang have anything to do with this matter?" Yan Heyi shook his head lightly and said, "I don't know, since I'm in his mansion now, it sounds more convenient." Give me some time, and I'll be sure to find out. The old bustard lowered her head, tears fell down on her skirt, and she choked up and said, "Now I don't ask for anything else, I just hope that the child will live well in this world, safe and smooth." ”

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world, even if the bustard is born in the dust, he also has the heart of love for his son and the meaning of pity for his son. Yan Heyi thought while driving the car, "Master Wang's confidante Miss Wenyin is dead, and her crested hairpin is related to the jade cicada." Xiaohong's death is also related to the jade cicada, and in the current situation, it also has an unclear relationship with Master Wang. "For this Master Wang, Yan Heyi is getting more and more unable to see clearly.

Back at Yihong Courtyard, Liang Feichen had already bought a coffin, collected Xiaohong's body, and temporarily placed it in the backyard. A pair of candles, some ingots and paper money, from time to time people come to worship. The girls and Xiaohong have the same disease, and the tears they shed are all sincere. Liang Feichen said melancholy, "It is said that the red face is very thin, and the little red girl is like a delicate flower bone, which withered before it could fully bloom, which is really regrettable." ”

Yan Heyi put a stick of incense on Xiaohong's spirit and said softly, "This matter may be related to Master Wang, but we don't have full evidence yet." Where do you think you should start? Liang Feichen couldn't help frowning and said, "Why is it him again?" This Lord Wang is really troublesome. But I thought about it, for such a secret matter, Master Wang will definitely send his cronies to do it, except for the big housekeeper, there will be no second candidate! ”

"You mean, start with the big butler?" Yan Heyi nodded and said, "Yes, it's exactly what I want!" ”

That night, after serving Master Wang to sleep, the chief housekeeper asked the kitchen to send a pot of wine and two dishes to his room. At this time, he had been accustomed for many years, and every time he felt tired, he would have a drink alone. The kitchen is also willing to stammer, and today it is eggplant and air-dried goose breast that are delivered.

The chief butler ate and drank, and his head gradually became dizzy. This was when he felt most comfortable, he shook his legs, hummed a little tune, drank the last bit of wine in his glass, and he was ready to go to sleep.

The weather has become warmer these days, the window has opened a crack, and he doesn't feel cold, "On the seventh day of July, the Hall of Eternal Life, when no one whispers in the middle of the night!" He hummed softly, and suddenly felt that these two sentences were too unlucky, so he hurriedly stopped his mouth and went to close the window.

"Sleep, it's time to sleep!" The butler muttered to himself, sleepy-eyed. When his hand touched the window frame, the cold feeling from his fingertips made him shiver, "It's still a little cold at night, alas, if there is a confidant who shush the cold and ask for warmth...... Look what I'm thinking, forget it, forget it! ”

He was about to close the window, when suddenly a cold wind blew, and the big official was stunned for a moment, and suddenly saw a white shadow floating through the window, and he was immediately frightened, "Who, who!" Whoever is over there, come out for me! ”

On weekdays, I am used to yelling five and six times, but at this moment, I naturally shouted out according to my nature. But except for the whirring wind, no one responded to him. The chief butler rubbed his eyes and said, "Probably the dazzle is wrong, the wind is so strong, maybe something is blowing from somewhere else, sleep!" ”

He tried his best, but the window couldn't be closed as if he had caught something. The big butler pushed hard, but it still didn't work. He complained, "These lazy people, let them do something on weekdays, they will push back and block, and they don't talk about repairing the broken windows." Forget it, I'll cover the bed and quilt more, and let them come and see it tomorrow! ”