Chapter 17 Not Snow Lake
Today's weather is hotter than yesterday's, and the warm wind blows on people's faces, and in a moment they blow a large bead of salty sweat.
And in the Wei Mansion.
Wei Man sat on his bed, holding half a jade pendant tightly in his hand, his face was white and white, and he didn't know that he thought that the eldest young master of the Wei family was going to sing on stage.
The old housekeeper stood in the room, looking at the cup of tea broken under his feet with a calm face, this is a good celadon cup, a good cloud tea, said that he would fall, fortunately the master was not at home, otherwise he would inevitably be beaten.
When thinking like this, Wei Man spoke: "The housekeeper has been in the Wei Mansion for more than ten years, right?" ”
"Back to the young master, the old slave has followed the master since he was a child, and it has been more than ten years now, probably more than thirty years." The old butler replied respectfully, still distressed by the broken teacup and the wasted tea leaves at his feet.
"I used to think that you were loyal to my father, but now, you have done it to me, and I don't think so." When Wei Man raised his head, his eyes were red as if they were soaked in blood, and when he looked over, his eyes were full of hatred.
The old butler grinned, and dozens of wrinkles appeared on his shriveled face in an instant.
"What is the young master's explanation? You are the only son of the master, and the old slave will never betray the master, let alone do anything unfavorable to the young master, whether it is before, until now, or in the future. ”
"What about this cup of tea?!" Wei Man got up angrily.
The old butler looked at the cup of tea at his feet, the tea had already soaked into the ground, and the aftertaste had dispersed.
Wei Man clenched the jade pendant in his hand tightly, his eyes were full of tears at some point, he raised his head and took a few deep breaths, held back the tears that had not fallen, and said in a suppressed voice: "Don't think that I don't know what medicine you used on me during this time, don't think that you hide yourself well, it doesn't matter what your identity is, it doesn't matter what the purpose of your coming to Wei Mansion is, but you shouldn't have killed Xuedian!" ”
The old housekeeper frowned, and only said softly: "The old slave did not kill the Xuedian girl, and the Xuedian girl is still alive and well in Hongdoutai at this time." ”
"You fart!" Wei Man blurted out, pointing in the direction of the red bean platform outside the window: "That woman is not Xuedian at all!" Do you really think that he, Zhang Jiusheng, is just a wine bag and rice bag that mixes up with women all day long?! Externally, the one who died was unclothed, and he would never stand idly by. ”
On the roof, Zhang Jiusheng touched his nose, thanks to Yunsheng's poor health, he didn't let Guan Chu bring her up, otherwise she heard this, maybe she would turn her previous disdain for herself into sympathy.
Sympathize? Zhang Jiusheng trembled, it was better to be disdainful.
Guan Chu squatted beside him, and pushed Zhang Jiusheng who was wandering out of the world with his shoulder, smiling obscenely: "I thought that adults were just acting on the spot, but I didn't expect that I was actually sincere, no wonder I want to investigate the case in person this time." ”
"Nonsense!" Zhang Jiusheng lowered his voice and scolded angrily, the extra words should have been blurted out, but the words came to his lips but he couldn't spit them out, not because he was not sincere, but he felt that the person who could help him should not be such a ruthless person.
"My lord, what would you do if the girl in no clothes was really the murderer?" Guan Chu came to the root of Zhang Jiusheng's ear, and the breath exhaled from his mouth still had the smell of not sleeping for days, and it was very smoky.
If he had let go of the usual time, Zhang Jiusheng had already slapped his ears and fanned over, but at this moment, he just frowned slightly, reached out to cover Guan Chu's mouth, and muttered: "Shut up." ”