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A hint of evening breeze blew, taking away the heat of early summer, the bright moonlight cast dappled shadows on the ground, and the grass in the corner of the wall rustled insects.

No one noticed that a very faint black shadow walked through the darkness through the mottled shadows of the trees, and quietly sneaked to the door of the Jiang Mansion, looking at the plaque high above, the black shadow smiled coldly.

In the early morning of the second day, a scream full of fear broke the calm of Jiang Mansion.

Looking at the things hanging on the plaque of the Jiang Mansion, the porter servant was frightened and crawled, and ran into the mansion with a stream of urine and shouted: "Oh no, it's haunted!"

A man in his fifties, with a big belly and a rich face, strode out, he was the housekeeper of the Jiang Mansion, called Jiang Fu.

Jiang Fu half-squinted his small eyes and shouted to the porter: "Don't you kid want to do it, what should you do if you scream early in the morning, and make noise to the old lady?"

"It's not...... Be...... Be...... Yes......" I don't know if I was frightened by what was outside the door, or by Jiang Fu's, the porter was trembling, but he couldn't say a complete sentence.

Jiang Fu became more and more dissatisfied, glared at his eyes and said: "Useless things, what is going on? If you don't tell the reason, you will be punished to sweep the thatched house for a year!"

This fright, the stuttering of the porter servant was cured, and he said in a very fast tone: "Tell the butler Fu, there is a human head hanging on the plaque of the door!"

"What?"

Jiang Fu let out an exclamation, his face changed greatly, he lifted his feet and ran out, and when he reached the door, he looked up and saw a human head hanging on the plaque of the gate.

His head was covered with loose hair, and his face was dry, and there was not a trace of blood to be seen.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and the human head fluttered in the air as if it had no weight, and the wind blew away the hair, revealing the face of the human head.

"It's ...... Mama Hua?!" Jiang Fu was shocked and shouted: "Why are you still stunned, why don't you take off the head quickly." He was shocked and frightened, Mama Hua was Madame's confidant, how could she die? And the head was still hanging on the plaque of Jiangfu, which was simply a provocation to Jiangfu.

Although the servants were frightened, they quickly found bamboo poles and picked off the head.

Jiang Fu took a closer look, and there was no doubt that he was indeed Mama Hua, the henchman of Madame. Madame's henchman was killed, and her head was still hanging on the plaque at the gate, if this matter was spread, what face would Jiang Mansion have?

Jiang Fu was shocked in his heart, feeling that something big was going to happen, so he hurriedly ran back to the house to report.

At this time, Governor Jiang and Mrs. Jiang had just gotten up, and when they heard the news, their faces changed greatly, and they ran out before they even had time to wash.

Seeing Mama Hua's head, the Jiang prefect was extremely angry and roared: "Who did it?" He is the dignified prefect of Qiantang, but now someone actually hangs his head on the gate of the Jiang Mansion, which simply does not take him as the prefect in his eyes.

Mrs. Jiang's face was even more ugly, firstly, because Mama Hua was her wet nurse, and the two had a deep relationship, and secondly, because Mama Hua was sent by her to kill Fang Haoran, but now that Mama Hua is dead, who killed Mama Hua, could it be Fang Haoran? Impossible, how could he, a weak scholar, kill Mama Hua, who is a congenital master? So who is it?

"Find someone to bury Mama Hua's head and bury it properly!" After Mrs. Jiang finished speaking, she turned her head and instructed Jiang Fudao: "You send someone to inquire about Fang Haoran's situation!"

Back in the house, Governor Jiang and Mrs. Jiang glanced at each other. The two have lived together for decades and immediately understand each other's minds.

Governor Jiang's face turned pale, and he said in a deep voice: "You sent Jiang Fu to inquire about Fang Haoran, does it have anything to do with Fang Haoran's death?"

Mrs. Jiang did not hide it, and said: "Yes, I sent Mama Hua to kill Fang Haoran, but now that Mama Hua is dead, Fang Haoran will definitely not be able to get rid of this matter." Even if Mama Hua was not killed by Fang Haoran, the murderer must have something to do with Fang Haoran. ”

Governor Jiang had a calm face and said, "Mama Hua is a congenital master, if you want to kill her, the murderer must also be a congenital master." There are not many innate masters in Qiantang Mansion, and they are all registered in the six doors, so you can know if they are moving their hands to check. It's probably an outsider!"

Mrs. Jiang asked, "Could it be that Fang Haoran instructed the Fang family's master to do it?"

Governor Jiang shook his head and said, "I know the situation of the Fang family in Jiangning County very well. Although the Fang family had a few innate offerings, the price of asking them to make a move was not small, and Fang Haoran had no money or power in the Fang family, and those innate offerings of the Fang family would not look at him squarely, let alone come here to protect him. ”

As he spoke, Governor Jiang suddenly remembered something, and said in a weak voice: "Unless...... It's that person who comes back, and it's possible to protect Fang Haoran closely, but ......"

"Who is it?" asked Mrs. Jiang.

"That person has disappeared for more than ten years, it is impossible for him to come back, it can't be him!" Jiang Zhifu said to himself, shaking his head constantly. Mrs. Jiang was shocked to find that her husband's face became very ugly at the mention of that person, and there was even a trace of fear in his eyes.

Seeing that her husband didn't want to mention more, Mrs. Jiang didn't continue to ask, but gritted her teeth and said: "This matter must be investigated, otherwise how can I be worthy of Mama Hua's spirit in the sky?"

Governor Jiang nodded and comforted: "Don't worry, Ruolan is in the six gates, and this kind of matter involving innate masters is best left to the six doors to investigate." ”

Hearing her husband mention Jiang Ruolan, Mrs. Jiang snorted slightly, and a trace of dissatisfaction and disdain flashed in the corners of her eyes. Unlike Jiang Ruoshui, Jiang Ruolan was not born to her, so she didn't treat Jiang Ruolan well. And Jiang Ruolan also lives in Liumen most of the time for this reason and rarely goes home.

In a small independent courtyard in the depths of the natural house, Fang Haoran was teaching Yu'er to cut paper, only to see him holding red paper in his left hand and scissors in his right hand, his fingers were dexterous, like a butterfly flying, and after a while, a butterfly was cut out. The butterfly is extremely agile, and when it is gently blown by the majestic wind, the butterfly's wings shake as if it is about to fly away.

"Young Master is so powerful!" the big and small jade happily blew the butterflies on the table.

At this time, the courtyard door was pushed open, bringing in a fragrant breeze.

As the saying goes, smelling fragrance and knowing women, Fang Haoran didn't need to look back to know that it was Su Qingyi.

Su Qingyi paced lightly, her skirt swayed slightly, outlining her graceful curves. Walking closer, Su Qingyi looked at the paper-cut on the table, and was slightly surprised: "I didn't expect Fang Gongzi to be so skillful!"

"Carving insect skills, can't be on the table!"

Fang Haoran smiled and said, "Morning Su family, why do you have time to come to me?"

Su Qingyi slightly pulled up the drooping green silk, suddenly revealed all kinds of style, and said with a smile: "Fang Gongzi showed his head at the poetry meeting yesterday, and now the entire Qiantang Mansion is spreading the reputation of your poetry madness, I'm afraid that in a few days, the whole Jiangnan will spread the name of "poetry madness", and then Fang Gongzi's threshold will be squeezed by literati and ink writers, and it will not be easy for me to see you again!"

Fang Haoran waved his hand and said, "Yesterday's incident was that I was too impulsive, I hope I don't want to make trouble for you!" "Yesterday he made a big fuss about the poetry meeting, although he was out of the limelight, but he also had to sweep the face of many people, and even Su Qingyi offended many people, and others just left, after all, the king of Jiangyin is the king of the royal family, and his identity is not ordinary, I am afraid that Su Qingyi will have a lot of trouble after offending the king of Jiangyin.

Su Qingyi glanced at him and said, "Don't you think it's too late to say this now? The little woman has offended so many people, I'm afraid it will be difficult to move an inch in the future, you have to be responsible!"

Belch...... That sounds so ambiguous!

Fang Haoran touched his nose in embarrassment, and said with a wry smile: "Su family should not be here to hold me accountable and drive me out!"

"Okay, I won't tease you!"

Su Qingyi said: "Someone came to you and asked me to come over and pass on a message." ”

"Who?" Fang Haoran wondered, he didn't know a few people in Qiantang Mansion.

"It's from the Four Great Academies!"

(To be continued.) )