"Then this thing is strange, no one came in, how was the Qian family killed, Mrs. Ben thinks it was the Qian family who you colluded with and murdered." Mrs. Zhang spoke sharply, and Xiaoqing and the others who said something were bloodless, and quickly knelt down to excuse themselves.

"Wronged, madam, the slaves and maids did not kill the young lady, the slaves and maids only saw the young lady early this morning, and what the slaves and maids said is true."

When it was about his own life, Xiaoqing couldn't care about being frightened, screamed and finished speaking, and the people behind him also knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing.

Mrs. Zhang looked irritated when she heard this, frowned, looked at those people in disgust, and moved her gaze to Qian Yu'er's face, strangely, there was no expression on her face.

"Xiaoqing and others, it is a big crime to murder the master, Mrs. Ben is gracious, and she will not send them to the official mansion, and they will be tortured.

After Mrs. Zhang finished speaking, Xiaoqing and the others' faces were already gray, and their bodies involuntarily slipped to the ground, and the little guy behind them listened to the order, stepped forward to grab Xiaoqing and the others, and let them come back to their senses and cry and struggle, and they could not escape such a fate.

The blood was like a winter plum floating on the ground, like a plum blossom rain, and the cry of pain echoed in this radius, and Mrs. Zhang frowned and said: "It's noisy, don't change places, and don't see how their identities match this bluestone slab." ”

The people present who heard it were all cold, staring at the bluestone slab contaminated by bloodstains, and the cold in their hearts kept rising.

Xiaoqing and the others were so angry that they didn't suffer a hundred boards, leaving behind only a bloodied corpse that had been beaten, their faces were still full of horror, and even the corners of their mouths were beaten with blood, and they were a good person, and they were gone in the blink of an eye.

But the nobles are like this, they can beat and scold the slaves and maids at will, and the slaves and maids are like a grass in the wilderness in their eyes, and they can break them as much as they want.

"Ma'am, they're dead of rage."

The little maid stepped forward and touched their snorts, and after confirming that they were completely out of breath, he stepped forward and replied to Mrs. Zhang.

"Very well, put their bodies in place, throw them in the mass grave and hand them over."

Mrs. Zhang nodded with satisfaction, pressed her nose with a handkerchief, and turned her head with a gloomy face.

At this time, when Jing Yuan heard the news, his eyes widened in shock and horror, and he was faintly proud in his heart, the Qian family died this time, isn't the position of the young lady of the Zhang family prepared for herself.

Holding the door frame with both hands, he dreamed of becoming the young lady of the Zhang family, and then he was proud of the scenery of Zhang Mingqinse and Ming.

Sure enough, as soon as the Qian family died, the Zhang family acquiesced to Jing Yuan becoming the young lady of the Zhang family, but it was a pity that the Qian family was not allowed to accept a bride for the time being, otherwise Jing Yuan would have been accepted into the door by the Zhang family.

After the Qian family learned the news, they made trouble with the Zhang Mansion, saying that the Zhang Mansion murdered the Qian family in order to tie up with the Jing family.

After Jing Wu was relieved, this incident felt quite a headache, and I also regretted that I let the Jing family's second room live in the Jing family at the beginning, so that now it has caused such a big trouble.

How powerful the people's grievances are, referring to Emperor Shengjia, you can know that now there is a lot of trouble, which is especially unfavorable to the Jing family, and Father Jing still has military power in his hands, which is an existence that any emperor is hostile to.

Sikong Jiu saw that she was irritable, and the dull pain in his heart was spreading, his eyes rolled, and he said with a smile: "If you believe in the master, how about leaving this matter to the master?" He raised his eyebrows, and his originally kind words naturally changed their taste.

"Thank you for the kindness of the prince, the mourning family doesn't need it." Jing Wu turned his head and turned cold.

And Sikong Jiu touched the tip of his nose and didn't know what was going on, and said in a soft tone: "When you need it, tell the master directly, and the master will definitely do it properly, and ensure that you are satisfied." ”

Maybe Jing Wu listened to these words comfortably, she didn't shirk it, Sikong Jiu was overjoyed when she saw this, and she didn't know where to put her hands.

Unconsciously, Jing Wu felt that her eyes were tired, and she yawned delicately, only to remember that it was the middle of the night, and she had been with a man for so long, thinking about it, she felt a little apprehensive in her heart, gathered her clothes, and trotted away without saying anything, the moonlight reflected the white shirt, and the warm wind blew the green silk, which was particularly sultry, especially her shadow was very long, so long that she walked far away, and the shadow was still intertwined with him.

This time, Sikong Jiu did not stop him, but smiled, and the two dimples on his cheeks were sweet enough to hold pots of honey, and they were full of sweetness.