This is the second day that Yuan Qiuying locked herself in the room, and the third day of Zhen'er's death.

The people from the county government came in batches and asked the same questions in the government over and over again, and unsurprisingly got almost the same answers.

Outside the original mansion, a group of officials were rolling up their trouser legs, dripping water in the harsh autumn wind to salvage Zhen'er's body, but they still found nothing.

"After two days of fishing, I didn't get anything."

Henggu closed the window, walked to the table boredly, straddled the wooden stool, and looked at Linghua's back standing by the door.

The light outlines the woman's slender and graceful figure, as if it has been plated with gold on her body.

It would be nice to be able to hug it.

Henggu was startled by the thought in his head, he shook his head and patted his head - now is not the time to have such thoughts!

But his gaze was honestly glued to the woman in front of him, and he couldn't move it.

Linghua gently closed the door and opened a narrow slit: "Today, the official came to ask the original master again, presumably they also started from within the original family."

Heng Gu replied absentmindedly, "I don't know what Mrs. Yuan's Xiangguild thinks."

Linghua turned around, his eyes paused slightly: "Speaking of which, the original family is indeed strange, it seems that it is also one of the best families in Nanxiang, and Yuan Qiuying does not have a maid by his side.

And the housekeeper and subordinates don't respect her, and even the original master doesn't consider it from the position of his daughter.

In the past few days, Yuan Qiuying has locked herself in the room, and she has never seen anyone go in to comfort her, and today she has not come out, what is she doing in the room?"

Seeing Linghua looking out from afar, Heng Gu picked up the heart mirror from the table and injected spiritual power to open the mirror.

The bottomless black whirlpool swirls indifferently in the mirror, like an undercurrent at the bottom of the river outside the house, silently twisting something invisible.

"If you're really curious, let's take a look, anyway, we're here to investigate the case." He put the mirror in Linghua's hand.

Linghua shook his head: "Forget it, Qiu Ying and I are also friends, such a peep is not a gentleman's act after all."

Heng Gu stared wide and pointed outside, "Then you are going to find her in person?"

Linghua put down the mirror of connoisseurship: "Exactly."

The original mansion was deserted, and only a few maids were sprinkling and sweeping. She walked as light as a silence as she walked not far from the sweeping maids and heard them whispering.

"The little master's mourning hall has been set up for two days, and I haven't seen the young lady go to the vigil." A round-faced maid sneered while sprinkling water, "I usually seem to listen to kindness, but now I don't see anyone."

Another maid patted her: "Nonsense, Miss loves the little master the most, and now she doesn't think about tea and dinner, and locks herself in the house all day long, just to mourn the little master, don't talk nonsense."

Mourning Hall? Linghua has been in the backyard and has not seen the scene in the front yard, so it turns out that the mourning hall has already been arranged?

But she didn't hear the slightest rumor, so it was reasonable that she should go to pay her respects, but the people of the original family didn't come to inform her, did they not take the guests brought back by Yuan Qiuying in their eyes at all?

Still is...... They wanted to keep it low-key?

Linghua lowered her head and thought, pacing forward slowly, the maid in front of her was still unaware of her presence, and still muttered quietly.

"You know what, I cleaned Miss's new house, and Miss threw all the young master's things on the ground for a while, and never picked them up, but her own things were on the table."

"I also remembered that at that time, the little young master had just been born, and everyone was revolving around the little young master, and the young lady was sitting alone next to her, her eyes were straight, it was too terrifying."

"Who said it wasn't, my sister who combed her hair at that time was so frightened that she hid her hair in her sleeves every day, and she was relieved when the young lady didn't let her serve her."

"In this way, my uncle never cared about Miss, and I drilled into my aunt's arms every day, and I didn't come to accompany Miss until the little master was full moon, Miss is so pitiful."

Linghua had already walked to the two of them, and they were still chatting enthusiastically without noticing her. Linghua had to cough dryly

A sound that scared them away.

The round-faced maid reacted first and saluted Linghua: "It turned out to be a distinguished guest invited by the young lady, where are you going?"

Linghua held her arm: "I want to go and see your young lady, I guess she has been sad these days."

"The county government said that no one was allowed to enter the lady's room, and the master's room was too." After she finished speaking, her eyes widened, and she hurriedly covered her mouth, "I said too much...... Honorable guest, have you forgotten what I just said."

Linghua smiled: "It's okay, I'll go over and shout to her, and I'll bother the girl to help me show me the way."

The round face rolled his eyes, put down the work in his hand and said familiarly: "How embarrassed to let the distinguished guest find the way alone, the slave will take you there!"

She led Linghua across a threshold and walked to a secluded place surrounded by plants, which seemed to be cut off from the outside.

Linghua walked forward with his head held high, seemingly not squinting, but actually looking at the scene on both sides with his spare eyes.

It doesn't seem to be well cared for, but the weeds along the side-by-side passage are thick, and some of them even grow in the brick cracks at their feet. Walking through a round arch, there are many pots of tiger thorn plum planted on the left hand side, neatly arranged on the flower stand.

On the right-hand side was the closed door, and the round face whispered on the side of Linghua, "This is where the young lady lived when she was not married, and she locked herself up here."

Linghua looked at the empty doorway and wondered, "The county government didn't let others contact Miss Yuan, so didn't they send someone to take care of it?"

The round-faced little maid didn't care: "The people in the county government should be very busy, it's not our family that has a case now, maybe there is no manpower."

Linghua frowned when she heard this, she felt that this was vaguely strange, but she couldn't say what was strange, she didn't ask much, knocked on the door and said, "Sister Qiuying, I'm Ling Hua, can you let me go in and see you?"

There was no response from "......".

Linghua knocked on the door again: "Sister Qiuying, are you okay?"

There was silence in the room for a moment, and Yuan Qiuying's flat voice came: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"Shall I go in and talk to you, then?" It's no good to lock yourself up all the time, have you forgotten what I told you?" Linghua tentatively pushed the door open a small crack and did not look in.

"If you agree, I'll go in."

Yuan Qiuying was silent for a moment, and suddenly shouted, "Don't! Don't come in! I'm fine on my own...... I don't want to see people, I don't want to see anyone!"

Linghua's eyelids began to jump, and a strange and awkward feeling surged all over her body, and her intuition told her what secret Yuan Qiuying was hiding.

Three days ago, Yuan Qiuying held Zhen'er's head, and under Linghua's persuasion, it was clear that she could calm down quickly, and she was full of ruthlessness and fighting spirit to threaten to avenge Zhen'er, why did she stay closed for the past three days, shouldn't she run around looking for clues?

But she preferred to believe that Yuan Qiuying pretended to be strong three days ago to comfort her, and she approached the door again and shouted inside: "Sister Qiuying, although you and I have not known each other for a long time, we have also experienced strong winds and waves, you should believe me, if you have anything to say to me, don't hold it back, come to me at any time."

After a short silence, a choked female voice came from the room: "I really don't want to see anyone, Ling Hua, thank you, go back, see you in a few days."

Linghua knew that Yuan Qiuying didn't want to see her, so she stopped standing at the door and took a few steps outside: "I'm leaving, take care."

The round face sent Linghua back to the guest room without saying a word, and left in a hurry after bowing.

Linghua pushed open the door and saw Heng Gu looking out the window at the officials salvaging the corpses. There was no progress in fishing with nets, so they selected a few Yacha with good water skills to go into the water with the locals of Nanxiang.

At this moment, five or six shirtless men were swimming in the river like fish, Linghua stood behind Heng Gu and watched the fishermen poke out of the water to arouse, and then rolled into the water, revealing the back of the white flower.

"Did they find the corpse by touching? It seems that the body is quite hidden."

Heng Gu hurriedly turned his head when he heard the voice, and saw Linghua staring intently at the man in the river, covering her eyes with his hand: "You are not allowed to look."

Linghua smiled, "I'm just watching the progress of their salvage."

Henggu pursed his lips and looked at her slightly: "I don't believe it, if you want to see it, I have it, it's better than theirs."

Linghua put down his hand, and couldn't help but have some doting meaning between his words: "Okay~ I won't look at it."

Heng Gu nodded with satisfaction: "Have you just met Mrs. Yuan?"

"No, she wouldn't see me, and I felt like she was hiding something from me." Linghua listened to what happened just now to Heng Gu, and wondered a little in her heart, "She should have seen me to relieve the depression in her heart, why didn't she stay closed for three days?"

Henggu poked his eyebrows with his fingers: "Maybe she has a hard time?"

"It seems that we have to use 'connoisseurship'." Linghua opened the treasure mirror, and the vortex on the mirror spread out to both sides, and Yuan Qiuying's face appeared in the mirror.

I didn't see her for three days, and she wasn't too haggard, only there was a deep black blue under her eyes. She was tidying up the room at the moment, taking out all her clothes, folding them one by one, and putting them back in the cupboard.

Suddenly, she looked at the door with a startled sound, only to see a middle-aged man in his fifties walking in angrily, and Linghua recognized this person as Yuan Qiuying's father.

Old Master Yuan's feet seemed to have no foundation and staggered, Yuan Qiuying asked, "Dad, are you drinking again?"

Old Master Yuan turned his head and saw Yuan Qiuying, almost instantaneously, his expression suddenly became hideous and irritable, and he staggered a few steps forward and slapped Yuan Qiuying hard.

The woman's petite body couldn't withstand this slap with all her strength, and she was easily beaten to the ground, unable to raise her head. She didn't say a word, and it took a long time before she slowly raised her head to wipe the blood from her mouth. The delicate face was beaten red and quickly swollen.

"It's all your fault, you killed my good grandson...... Why not be optimistic about him! He's been sleeping with you all the time! I trust you so much, but you have lost his life, how do you make me face the ancestors and ancestors under the spring!" The original master shouted out in excitement.

"You broom star, you can neither give birth nor raise, and you can't hold back the husband you finally picked for you, spending my money all day long! You are incompetent! How did I give birth to such a stupid daughter as you?"

Yuan Qiuying heard such accusations but acted as if she hadn't heard them, just sat on the ground and listened to the imposed complaints.

"Zhen'er...... I'm sorry......"

She muttered.

"What?" Master Yuan leaned on her mouth and listened for a while, but he didn't hear what she said, but he grabbed the back of her neck and asked, "Are you scolding your father?"

Yuan Qiuying was still indifferent, and a sentence came from her mouth clearly: "Zhen'er, don't be my child in the next life......

Linghua was even more puzzled when she saw this scene, why were Yuan Qiuying's words inconsistent?

Three days ago, she wanted to live and die with Zhen'er, and be a mother and son in the next life, but now she said such things, what was she thinking in her heart?