Except for the hexagram, the three of them looked at the piece of paper and didn't see the way out for a long time.

He Shiren even went to the fire to roast it according to the words in the book, but still found nothing.

They had no choice but to put things back away and think of something else.

Although He Cheng had already led people to gather the corpses lying around the flower hall, the thick smell of blood in the air had not yet dissipated.

When He Lingjiang walked out of the flower hall, he couldn't help frowning: "Uncle Cheng, what should we do with these corpses?" ”

After the incident in the early morning, He Cheng never dared to treat the Seventh Lady as an ordinary little lady, and replied respectfully at the moment: "In the early morning, the sound of fighting in our house will definitely not be hidden from the servants in the house and the neighboring people. ”

"I was about to send someone to take the order of the head of the family and go to the county office to report it, and I said that there were thieves in the house last night."

In today's dynasty, although it is expressly forbidden to raise privately, in order to protect themselves, there are also many family soldiers, and when they encounter thieves and bandits, they can solve it by themselves, without waiting for the government to send troops.

As for what the hell is going on, there are always some inconveniences for outsiders, and the people in the county government will not get to the bottom of it.

He Lingjiang nodded: "In this way, I will work hard to become an uncle." ”

As she walked all the way back to her courtyard, she saw that the maids and maidservants in the courtyards had opened their doors and were getting busy.

This night of horror, although terrifying, is in the end.

He Lingjiang fought all night, and he hurt his soul, so he was inevitably sleepy at this time.

After she had bathed and washed, she ordered the door to be closed and fell into a deep sleep.

This sleep is in the evening.

She didn't like people to enter the house without permission, and Qingzhu Qiongzhi didn't dare to come in at will to hold the lamp, and the room was pitch black.

He Lingjiang didn't make a sound, just got out of bed and put on his shoes, and sat in front of the dressing table in the dark.

There were two candlesticks beside her, and she stretched out her hand to light them, and then she took one of them and leaned in front of the mirror to look at it carefully.

On his forehead, the tender red scab, which was originally only a thin layer, had completely formed, and the scar on his neck did not seem to be as hideous as before.

Her fingertips ran lightly across her neck, but only for two days.

In just two days, this wound that has not healed for a long time has changed so much.

The lights flickered, and she couldn't help but squint her eyes.

After a long time, He Ling Jiang rewrapped the wound and called out loudly: "Palm the lamp." ”

Qingzhu Qiongzhi came in with a candle and lit the lampstand in the house one by one, and the whole room was lit up at once, and the lights were brilliant.

"Seventh lady, it's getting late, do you want to eat now?"

He ordered Jiang to bow his head: "Order someone to bring it in." ”

Tonight's menu was quite light.

He Xiancheng was newly mourned, and the servant woman in the house didn't know the reason, she only thought that he was killed by gangsters, so the meal was also done according to the funeral rites of the main family, and it was not fishy.

He Lingjiang lowered his eyes, sandwiched a few pieces of vegetarian dishes, and served them with porridge for dinner.

"Have you ever gone to the front yard?" She asked, looking at Qiongzhi who was cleaning up the dishes.

He Xiancheng's coffin was stopped in the front yard at this moment, and it was only to be buried after seven days.

Qiong Zhi, who was leaning over to clean up, hurriedly stopped and replied: "Master Lang said, there has just been a big chaos in the house, you Langjun and ladies can stay in their own courtyards, and only a few Langjun and ladies in the second room are allowed to go to guard the spirit." ”

He Ling Jiang knew that since He Xiangshan had never told the public the real cause of He Xiancheng's death, he didn't want outsiders to peek into the affairs of the clan.

But after all, he had killed the son-in-law of the long house, and almost harmed He Xiangshan and He Ziyu, and there was no reason to let the other rooms guard his soul.

"What should I do in the house for the funeral of Lord Erlang?"

Qiong Zhi said in a low voice: "Everything is simple. Lord Lang has handed over this matter to Lord San Lang to handle. Seven ladies these days, stay in their own courtyard to rest. ”

He Lingjiang nodded.

The whole He Mansion hung up white, and in the remaining days, there were people in the house who came to the door one after another to mourn, and saw that only He Qianli and the widows and ladies in the second room greeted and sent them off, and they couldn't help but feel strange in their hearts.

But this is a private matter of the He Mansion, and the people who came to mourn were all from big families and knew the rules, even if they had doubts in their hearts, they would not ask more.

He Xiancheng's body was buried for seven days, and tomorrow morning, he will be buried in the ancestral grave of the He family.

He Lingjiang looked at the sky and said, "Aman, follow me to the front yard to have a look." ”

The night was dark, and all parts of the house had stopped, and Aman followed her all the way, and the courtyard was quiet, but I don't know which courtyard, occasionally there was one or two cat calls.

In the courtyard where the spirit was stopped, there were only two old servants guarding it, and Xu couldn't stand it anymore, and his head was involuntarily pointing down.

As soon as the sleeves of He Lingjiang were raised, the old servant leaned softly on the door frame and fell asleep.

"Squeak."

She pushed the door open and entered.

In the middle of the hall was a heavy dark coffin, and the shelves on both sides were lit with candles, and with the action of opening the door, a gust of wind swept by, and the candle flame swayed slightly.

A figure knelt in front of the coffin.

Hearing the voice, she turned her head.

"Ling Jiang, how did you come here?"

"I'll take a look."

"You've got a heart." Wu lowered his eyes and threw a few pieces of paper money into the brazier, and the flames burned to the surface of the paper, and suddenly spat out a thin tongue of fire, and then dispersed with a bang, turning into a few wisps of gray smoke that swirled in the air and dissipated.

"Auntie has been guarding for a long time, but do you want to rest?" He Lingjiang stared at the swirling gray smoke and asked.

Wu shook his head, and his voice was soft: "It's the last night, and in the future, even if you want to guard your second uncle, you won't have this chance." ”

She tilted her head slightly and looked at He Lingjiang who was standing on the side: "Why are you here?" ”

Erlang Lord stopped for seven days, and the people in the long room never appeared, and now in the middle of the night, the Seven Ladies just appeared in the mourning hall, if she said that she came without incident, I am afraid that no one will believe it.

She stared at He Lingjiang, the unparalleled Qi Niang of the He family, who still had a piece of tulle on her forehead and silk satin wrapped around her neck to cover her old scars.

"You disappeared in Yunjuguan a few years ago, and returned injured after missing for a night, but this injury is related to your second uncle?"

He Lingjiang smiled slightly: "Auntie guessed it?" Still is...... Auntie knew about it early in the morning? ”

Wu's fingertips pinching the paper money couldn't help but tighten: "I'm just a little suspicious in my heart." ”

"You were injured and returned home that day, but two hours later, Lord Erlang also hurried back and went straight to your courtyard, and when he returned to the room, his expression was a little wrong."

"He serves in the county, except for Xiu Mu, he is not in the mansion on weekdays. From that day on, whenever he returned home, he always asked me for news of you without a trace, and asked me to notice anything unusual about you. ”

Wu pulled the corners of his lips: "I have been sleeping with him for 20 years, he is so abnormal, how can I not notice it?" ”

"It's just that Auntie didn't say it." He Lingjiang looked at her and said.

"Just like eight years ago, he designed his eldest brother to fall from his horse and die, and then colluded with Xuanyang, cast a spell on his father, and cast a spell on Goro. Auntie obviously had doubts in her heart, but she never asked or said. ”

Wu smiled miserably: "Yes, I obviously have suspicions, but I never dare to ask, I dare not say, I only pretend that I am a blind person." If you continue like this, nothing will happen. ”

She snorted: "It's really self-deception." ”

"Ling Jiang is here now, but he wants to find me to settle this matter? Since I don't know it, it's my fault, and I'm willing to bear all the consequences. It's just that this has nothing to do with Lang Jun's ladies, so don't be angry with them. ”

He Lingjiang shook his head and said, "Can I think of these things, can my aunt think that my father can't guess it?" Since he didn't say it, he had no intention of getting involved. ”

"Although the second uncle is hateful, the brothers and sisters in the second room are innocent. This is the end of all grievances, this is what my father meant, and this is what I mean. ”

He Lingjiang squatted beside the brazier and threw a few paper coins into it, and the flickering light of the fire made her face a little hazy.

"I really just came to see it."

Wu frowned and was about to speak, but when he saw her look over, the firelight reflected in her eyes.

"Auntie, have you heard of the seven-day resurrection?"