Ye Jing poked his head out of the basket, still smiling on his face, "Sister, don't worry, I won't take the words of a child seriously." ”

The big girl sighed, touched the little girl's head, frowned, and sighed.

"Our sisters used to serve by Madame's side, and we have seen a lot of pickled things in this backyard. Now that Mrs. is gone, we are also because Mrs. is not worthy, and we have not lived a few days of comfortable life when we were angry. ”

"Sister don't be sad, the deceased is gone, Mrs. is kind-hearted, I think I will be able to find a good family in the next life and be happy for a lifetime." Ye Jingdao.

The big girl nodded, took the basket from Ye Jing's hand, and said with a smile:

"Thank you little brother, when I clean up, I will take my little brother to the mourning hall."

Ye Jing moved his sore shoulders a few times and looked at the big girl's residence. I saw that there were three beds on the couch in the room, and the bedding was all of the same appearance, and the innermost part of it was empty, as if it had never been inhabited.

Ye Jing rubbed his arm and said casually: "Sister, do you have three people living in this house?" I'm in a single room at the master's house. ”

The little maid put the basket on the ground and raised her head with envy, "Brother master is so good!" Originally, we still lived with four people, and Sister Mo Yuan was very sad because of her wife, and the lord allowed her to return home. ”

"Mo Yuan is also a faithful person, and if we hadn't stopped her that day, she would have taken a knife to find the widow in the north of the city." The big girl put the clothes in different categories according to the fabric, and she was very emotional.

Ye Jing tilted his head and sighed lightly, "Is it really that widow?" How can it be so blatant? ”

The eldest maid packed up her clothes and stood up, instructed the little maid to wait for her in the house, and then took Ye Jing towards the mourning hall.

"That day, Mrs. drank tea and became poisonous, and later the county government checked the tea cakes, and the poison in them was the same as that found from the Shen family, who else could she be?"

"It may also be that the person who made the tea was poisoned, and anyone who has touched the tea cake is suspicious." Ye Jing frowned.

The big girl suddenly raised her eyebrows and poked a finger at Ye Jing's head, "What do you mean?" It's just a few of us sisters who have been in contact with tea cakes, can we still poison us? ”

Ye Jing covered his head and said to forgiveness: "Hey, hey, I definitely didn't mean it, my sister poked me so painful." ”

"Phew, let you talk nonsense." The big girl took a sip and then ignored Ye Jing.

Before she reached the mourning hall, the eldest maid pointed in the direction of the mourning hall and said:

"I can only send you here, walk forward and turn left to see the mourning hall, I still have something to say goodbye first."

"Thank you, sister, I know." Ye Jing arched his hand towards the big maid and watched the maid turn around and leave.

Quietly touching the mourning hall, Ye Jing saw the bamboo standing under a loquat tree outside the mourning hall, and the tree was wrapped with mourning flags. At the end of September, the white and translucent flowers of the tree pressed on the branches, and a few petals floated down from time to time.

Ye Jing walked a few steps quickly to Zhu Huo's side, and picked up a petal from his shoulder.

Zhu Huo had already seen her, but he was standing there motionless, he raised his face to look at Ye Jing, and then lowered his head again.

"Hey, did you find anything?" Ye Jing touched Zhu Huo with his shoulder and asked softly.

Zhu Huo nodded, turned his face slightly, and kissed his lips, "There are many people." ”

Ye Jing blinked, and had to stand up in a regular manner, and a white petal fell from his shoulder.

This stop was two quarters of an hour, Ye Jing quietly moved his stiff legs, and looked at Xie Jin, who was saying goodbye to Master Yuan, with a resentful expression.

Next time, I want to let Xie Jin taste the taste of punishment station, Ye Jing thought hatefully.

Master Yuan sent Xie Jin out of the gate all the way, Ye Jing limped behind, and rushed forward with a stumble, Zhu Huo quietly came over and secretly helped her, Ye Jing escaped the fate of falling and eating.

Over there, Xie Jin finally finished his politeness, and the group turned around from Yuan's mansion.

There are children singing songs in the streets, and the storytellers in the teahouse are spitting like boiling water, which is like boiling water, surging and steaming into a tense atmosphere.

Chen Changkong had been waiting in Xie Mansion for a long time, drinking tea cup by cup, staring at Wei Zhifei.

"But what's the news, Li Kaichen seems to be in a hurry to close the case, and he will interrogate his aunt tomorrow, and Acacia is accompanying him in prison." Chen Changkong frowned.

"Today, I went to mourn, but Master Yuan was bent on scolding my father, it really didn't look like he had just lost his wife." Xie Jin stroked his eyebrows and sat down.

Ye Jing nodded and glanced at Zhu Huo, "I went to investigate with Zhu Huo, and the two of us separated later." ”

She continued: "I met two girls, and I heard from them that Mrs. Yuan was indeed poisoned. Moreover, he was really at odds with the concubine before his death, and it was almost the same as what Acacia had discovered. ”

"I heard the gossip of two little guys, saying that it was a girl who hadn't seen Mrs. Yuan recently." Zhu Huo frowned.

"It should be Mo Yuan, and he was going to carry a knife to cut his aunt that day, and he seemed to have been sent home." Ye Jing touched his chin, and the more he thought about it, the more wrong it became.

Zhu Huo paused for a while, and said in a deep voice: "I have to find this girl, she may know something inside." ”

"This girl is indeed suspicious, if she really did something unseemly and was sent home, things would be much simpler." Xie Jin said.

"Then we have to find this girl as soon as possible, if it is really as we think, I am afraid that she will have an accident." Ye Jing frowned, a little worried.

That night, Chen Changkong dressed up as a little servant in Yuan's Mansion and climbed over the wall from the backyard.

Because of Mrs. Yuan's funeral, the house was brightly lit, Chen Changkong lowered his head and walked towards the small house's residence.

Zhu Huo told him that the little guy who was talking about this matter today lived in the small courtyard south of Yuan's mansion, and he took turns to be on duty in the mourning hall these days.

Chen Changkong quietly touched that place, the cat listened to the movement in the house outside the window, and only heard the two little servants whispering and complaining about the busy affairs recently, and talking about Mrs. Yuan's funeral.

A small man's voice was high-pitched, and he said in a suppressed voice: "You say, Madame's death is too sudden." ”

"Who knows, I heard that in the past few days, Aunt Xin has been crying and calling her mother in front of her people, behind her back, tsk, happy flowers." The other little guy said in a hoarse voice.

"Isn't it? However, Aunt Na Xin's appearance is indeed thoughtful, and her small waist is simply ...... No wonder I was fascinated by the master, if I was absolutely ...... Hey. ”

"If you want to say that this girl is still faithful, I heard the little girl from the weeping branch say that the ink duck was going to find the widow with a knife that day. Tsk, what like Aunt Xin, ungrateful! ”

There was a sudden sound of rustling in the room, and the little guy with a thin voice kicked the little guy with a rough voice, and said unceremoniously:

"Give me the space, I'll put on my shoes to make it easier, I've been chatting with you for half a day, and I'm about to suffocate to death."

Chen Changkong looked around, took out a face towel from his arms, put it around his face, and quietly touched it towards the toilet.

Soon, the door opened, and the shrill little girl pushed the door out humming a little song, and walked slowly towards the latrine.

As soon as he opened the toilet door, before he could untie his pants, he heard the toilet door squeak open, and he said impatiently while unbuttoning his pants: "Fatty! When I'm done, you'll ......."

His voice suddenly stuck in his throat, and he didn't dare to move his hand on his belt.

Chen Changkong put the knife on his neck from behind him, and said in a rough voice:

"Do you want to live?"

"Think about it, hero, spare your life." The little girl's voice trembled, and then there was a smell of urine.

Chen Changkong retreated in disgust, and moved back with the knife, so frightened that the little guy's legs were sore, and he almost fell into the pit.

"Stand still! Otherwise, Lao Tzu will kill you! Chen Changkong said viciously, "If you want to live, answer Lao Tzu's question well, if you dare to hide it, Lao Tzu will cut off your head." ”

"I say, I say."

"Where's that slut in Mo Yuan?"

The little guy trembled, and said in a trembling voice: "She...... She's back to her hometown. ”

"Where is her hometown?"

"Small...... The small ones are not ...... No...... Oops......"

Chen Changkong pressed the dagger down on the little guy's neck, and the little guy immediately shook into a sieve in fright.

"The little one remembers, remembers," he cried in a trembling voice, "and the little one heard the butler's lady say a word, and said it...... said that he lived in a small village eighty miles away, but I really don't know what it is called. ”

The little guy said that tears and snot flowed down together, Chen Changkong saw his appearance, thought he really didn't know, and asked:

"Do you know what Mo Yuan's real surname is?"

"Ren...... She said her surname was Ren. "The little guy is almost fainting.

Seeing that he was almost done, Chen Changkong removed the dagger from his neck, and with a backhand slash, knocked him unconscious and dragged him to the grass on the edge of the latrine.

In the secret room of the study of the Dong Mansion.

Just after the child, Zhu Huo quietly came to Dong Jingshan's study. He skillfully turned the Bogu frame ninety degrees, revealing a hole about a man high behind the shelf.

Zhu Huo held the oil lamp in one hand and turned the Bogu frame back in the other, and walked through the long corridor, and saw Dong Jingshan lying on his back on a rocking chair, looking sideways at the canna swaying in the wind in front of the white wall outside the window.

At this time, it is the season of flowers, and the red of the flowers in the moonlight looks extremely cold, and the appearance of Jiaozhu is inexplicably a little pitiful.

"Sir."

Dong Jingshan turned his head and sat up, looking at Zhu Huo fixedly, he suddenly couldn't see this friend's son clearly.

"Has the young master been abnormal these days?" He spoke slowly.

"Back to the master, the young master has been busy with Shen Yingsan for the past two days, and he didn't go to the school today." Zhu Huo said respectfully.

Dong Jingshan touched his beard and said in a deep voice: "Well, as long as you don't do it too out of line, you can do whatever you want, don't pay attention to him." ”

"Yes, what else is the matter, sir?"

"Hmm...... It's okay, you can step back first. Dong Jingshan lay down again and waved at Zhu Huan.

But when Zhu Huo turned around and was about to leave, Dong Jingshan suddenly said:

"You should be aware of the overall situation, forget about this time, don't have a next time."

Zhu Huo's back stiffened, but it returned to normal in an instant, walking through the corridor as it had come, with canna swaying behind him, clear and cold, lonely.