"Sister Qiuying, are you in there?" Linghua knocked on Yuan Qiuying's door, but the door was not locked, and with a little effort, he pushed open a gap.

Linghua pushed open the door, and the picture of Yuan Qiuying lying on the ground in a goose yellow dress suddenly flashed in his mind.

She hurried into the house, but saw that there was no one in the room.

After a while, Yuan Qiuying walked into the house with a pot of flowers full of messy branches. She was stunned for a moment when she saw Linghua, and then was replaced by joy: "Would you like to come to see me?"

Linghua nodded at her and asked straight to the point, "I heard that you want to reconcile with Chu Qiyang?"

The joy in Yuan Qiuying's eyes disappeared, and she turned around and put down the flower in her hand: "Yes, I have to live the life I want and reconcile with him to be free."

"Why now? Is it because of Zhen'er?" Linghua observed Yuan Qiuying's expression, "For the life you want, you can give up many seemingly unimportant things, is it worth it?"

Yuan Qiuying looked at Linghua deeply: "Are you feeling sorry for me?"

Yuan Qiuying said sincerely: "You don't have to think like this, what I can abandon must be in the way of my life. As you said, Zhen'er is just an opportunity, and it is logical to raise and leave through Zhen'er's affairs, and there is no need to waste those tongues."

Linghua looked quite understanding, and continued to probe: "I heard that you still want to drive that little concubine away, I heard her scolding her own child, it doesn't seem to be easy to get along with, if she doesn't want to, what will you do?"

"She's not going to be a big deal." Yuan Qiuying took out scissors to prune the branches and leaves of the flower, "She is a woman from the Qinglou, and she came to the original house to be helpless, and only relied on Chu Qiyang to support.

If I drive Chu Qiyang out, I will cut off their wealth, and give them some silver, and from then on they will be separated from each other, and this is the best life."

"What about Rourou? Don't you like her too?" Linghua came over to look at the pot of flowers together.

This flower has been exposed to the wind and sun but has not been well cared for, and has withered and yellowed.

"Yau-rou?" A trace of warmth flashed in Yuan Qiuying's eyes and disappeared immediately, she lowered her head and plucked the dried petals, "She can go wherever she wants."

"You don't seem to hate her." Linghua looked at her expression.

Yuan Qiuying vigorously cut off the excess flower branches: "Rourou is a child who has nothing to do with me, she doesn't hinder my life, and she is even a little pitiful.

She and her mother lived cautiously in the original family, and it was really strange that she could rely on Chu Qiyang to be domineering, but she wished that everyone couldn't see her.

She was also a lonely child, with no friends, no love, only muddy ideas. I don't want to see her, she makes people feel bad."

I'm afraid that when I saw Rourou, I remembered myself......

Linghua was silent, and it seemed that she couldn't ask for information about Jiang Miao from her.

From what we see today, it can be seen that the relationship between Rourou and Jiang Miao is not so simple, and she seems to be an eyeliner to provide Jiang Miao with the news of the baby.

So, is Jiang Miao what they call a "infanticide"?

And why did Rourou go online with Jiang Miao?

If Jiang Miao is really the murderer who killed the son of Cuiju and Zhen'er, then he should know something about the original mansion, and he should not be as unfamiliar as he saw in the mirror of the heart.

Linghua looked at Yuan Qiuying, she tried her best to lure this murderer here, did she really know nothing as she said?

Linghua asked coldly, "Sister Qiuying, do you know a person who smells of oil?"

"Oily?" Yuan Qiuying's eyes were at a loss, and suddenly lit up as if she thought of something, "Both Cuiju and Rourou have an oily smell on their bodies, and there is also a ...... in the warehouse on the day I found the pill."

"Why didn't I think of it before......" She suddenly came back to her senses, and looked at Linghua with some appreciation and admiration in her eyes, "What did you really find?"

Linghua was surprised by Yuan Qiuying's reaction: "You want me to find the murderer?"

"Of course, because I'm not afraid of anything." She put down the scissors, picked up the flower in Linghua's hand and put it on her head: "When I found the murderer, I am still a poor person who has experienced the pain of losing a child. Moreover, there is no basis for these things which I have confessed to you

If there is no evidence, who can help me?"

"Sometimes I don't know if you're awake or confused." Linghua shook his head and said frankly, "I want to go to the warehouse where you found the pills."

Yuan Qiuying seemed to be very interested: "Okay, I'll go with you."

Just as he was leaving, the door was kicked open, and a man dragged a slender woman into the room, and when he came up, he overturned the table, scattering the soil and petals in the flower pot.

"You're mean!" The man was Chu Qiyang, and he pointed to the tip of Yuan Qiuying's nose, "If you can't leave, do you want to pull my daughter to be buried with you?!" Tell me where did Rourou go? Otherwise, you will have good fruit to eat."

Yuan Qiuying covered her ears and shrunk behind Linghua, trembling all over: "I don't know where she is......

Chu Qiyang saw Linghua's existence at this time, and smiled at Linghua like a change of face: "Your Excellency is smiling, this is our family matter, please go back first."

Linghua stood in front of Yuan Qiuying: "I'm Qiuying's friend, if you want to move her, you have to ask me first."

"Okay, you're looking for it yourself!" Chu Qiyang raised his hand and was about to fight, but Linghua saw that his fingertips had condensed spiritual power, and he was just waiting to knock him down.

"Don't fight! Don't fight Hatsuro!" The little concubine Pu Liu threw her waist to Chu Qiyang's side, and pulled him out with all her might, "Rourou is playful by nature, maybe I'll be back soon, let's go."

Chu Qiyang shook off the woman: "Let's go? How can my blood allow such a man to be persecuted?"

The concubine seemed to be more and more embarrassed, dragging the man and not letting go. Pulling and pulling, Chu Qiyang finally got impatient, kicked her away, and raised his hand to beat her.

"Don't hit my mother!" A short figure came out from between his legs to protect the woman, shouting at the man who was two tall of him, "You must not touch my mother!"

"Yau-rou?" Chu Qiyang was surprised, "Can you speak?"

Rourou only stared at Chu Qiyang, and even her lips were straining.

Looking at his daughter who was glaring at him angrily in front of him, he pulled away Rourou: "You are my daughter, and you dare to disobey me?"

"I'm not your daughter! You're not my father!" Rourou cried out, "Mother, didn't you say that you wanted to save up money and leave here to find my father? Why don't you leave?"

The woman covered her mouth in a panic, but her words shook the hearts of everyone in the room like a stormy wave.

Linghua suddenly understood why the concubine was not allowed to speak softly. A simple-minded child, with such a fast mouth, I am afraid that it will be difficult to have a good life.

Sure enough, Chu Qiyang was going to attack their mother and daughter.

Linghua was a little tired, she didn't want to care about these messy things, but Rourou was a clue to follow, and she couldn't let Rourou have an accident.

She shot the gathered spiritual power into Chu Qiyang's temple like a hidden blade, and the man snorted and collapsed to the ground.

Rourou hugged her concubine in fear and dropped tears: "A-Niang, scared me to death......

"Still gentle and brave." The concubine also had tears in her eyes, wiped away the tears with her thumb for Rourou, and gently touched her throat, "How is your throat good?"

Hearing this, Rourou was like a thorn in her back, and she didn't dare to look directly at the concubine, so she ran to Yuan Qiuying's side tremblingly.

Yuan Qiuying saw Chu Qiyang faint suddenly, glanced at Linghua in surprise, and protected Rourou: "Qin Yuzheng, what do you want to do?"

The concubine looked at Rourou's timid appearance hiding behind others, lowered her head and covered her chest, and said with a low smile: "I have been camping, cautious, trying my best to be an air-like person all these years, but I didn't expect to send my child into someone else's arms."

"What the hell do you want to do? Rourou is really not a child of Chu Qiyang?" Yuan Qiuying stepped forward and grabbed Qin Yuzheng in a few steps, her eyes full of anticipation.

Qin Yuzheng slowly stood up, she understood the joy and ridicule in Yuan Qiuying's eyes: "Of course Rourou is not his, it is my child and someone else's. It was he who wanted to marry me, so before marrying him, I had a soft relationship with my lover.

He made me uncomfortable, and I wasn't willing to be a fool. Giving him a child for so many years in vain can be regarded as a kindness to him."

Yuan Qiuying couldn't stop laughing when she heard this: "It turns out that you, you are the same! If I had known this, I would have been with you!"

"It doesn't have to be." Qin Yuzheng looked at the woman in front of him coldly, and bowed slightly, "If Miss Yuan is willing to reward us with some travel expenses, Rourou and I can never appear in front of you for the rest of our lives."

"Yes." Yuan Qiuying was planning to let them go, so without thinking, she took out a bag of money and handed it to Qin Yuzheng, "Be careful on the road."

"No! I'm going to find Brother Jiang Miao!" Rourou suddenly said eagerly, "I made an appointment with Brother Jiang Miao, and I can't break my promise!"

"Jiang Miao, Jiang Miao, how do you know Jiang Miao? Isn't it important to be a mother? Do you want to stay here and be killed?" Although Qin Yuzheng was angry, he never spoke out loud, and even so, his voice was glutinous, "Your throat was healed by him?"

Rourou nodded: "Brother Jiang Miao touched it for me with his hand."

Yuan Qiuying looked at Rourou in shock when she heard this: "Touch?"

Rourou hurriedly gestured and explained, "That's it, touch it."

Linghua knew best what was going on, she grabbed Qin Yuzheng before she could open her mouth and said, "In this case, Miss Qin might as well go out of the mansion to settle first, it just so happens that the people from the county government have already withdrawn, and it is a good time to leave the mansion.

Rourou stayed in my room, and I will take her to find Jiang Miao tomorrow. I know that Miss Qin lives in a simple house, but in the end, she was also a person from the original mansion, so she will not be recognized by someone on the street, and it is better to travel less to be safe."

Qin Yuzheng weighed for a moment, and then glanced at Rourou again: "It's okay, I'll leave the house tonight, usually I will stay in the "Riverside Restaurant", you can come here to find me."

Linghua looked at Yuan Qiuying: "I'll take Rourou back to the room first, wait for me for a while."

After speaking, he led Rourou out of the door, and when she reached the wild grass outside the arch, she disappeared instantly, and the next second she had returned to her room.

Heng Gu was bored and looked at the Heart Mirror, and immediately turned his head to look at the familiar spiritual power fluctuations, but saw Linghua leading the girl to look at him with a smile: "Heng Gu, give you a chance to be a father in advance, do you like it?"

Henggu took the girl's hand with resentment: "I'm talking about waiting for you here, how can you be replaced by a child."

"I'll be back with you in the evening." Linghua patted Heng Gu's head, "You are my most important backing now, but you must not make a mistake."

Heng Gu nodded obediently: "Got it, I'll be a good father."

Rourou glanced at Henggu secretly, not knowing what she was thinking.

Linghua and Yuan Qiuying stood at the door of the warehouse.

A bunch of keys in Yuan Qiuying's hand clanged, and she opened the somewhat rusty lock and pushed open the wooden door with a "squeak".

"That's it, there were piles of pills scattered around here, and there were some explosive residues next to it." Yuan Qiuying pointed to a wooden box that was more than half a person tall and said, "I cleaned it very cleanly at that time, I'm afraid I can't see anything anymore."

Linghua's eyes looked around, and not far to the left of the wooden box was the window, although there was a wooden bolt, it looked like it would fall as soon as it was pushed.

She placed her fingers on the wooden box, gathering some of her spiritual power on her fingertips, and some afterimages came to mind.