Separated by a few people, Cheng Qingwan took the person's expression into her eyes.

The eyebrows and eyes are deep, the temperament is cold, and there is no emotion on a thin cheek, which makes people unable to understand his thoughts.

The pavilion chief on the side bent over and said something in his ear in a whisper, and the young man took his eyes back, and a small voice sounded, just in the girl's ears.

"Your Majesty ordered me to support Huaxian, and I have my own opinions on which village I want to stay in, and I don't bother with the pavilion chief."

"Yes, yes." The pavilion chief's waist bent deeper, touched the sweat on his forehead, and hurriedly followed.

Cheng Qingwan looked at their backs, turned around and walked towards her own field.

After not much walking, she saw two fields connected together, and the sprouted crops were uprooted and thrown on the ridges of the fields.

Cheng Qingwan remembered what A-Niang said that night, Song Da destroyed all the grain in the field.

"Tsk, it's a shame to waste food."

She frowned, and while checking whether these crops could still be grown, she secretly regretted in her heart that she hadn't beaten Song Da a few more times that day.

She checked them one by one, but found that none of them could be planted alive.

Cheng Qingwan sighed softly and planted the corn seeds with a hoe on her back.

The sun slowly fell, and after Cheng Hua'er finished washing the dishes, he planned to go out to find his daughter, but before he could get out of the door, he bumped into the oncoming Song Daqiang.

She frowned and took a step back and asked sharply, "What are you doing here?" ”

"What did you think about what I told you yesterday?" Song Daqiang walked towards her, looking her figure up and down.

"Impossible, Wan Wan will never marry into your family!"

"Don't be in a hurry to refuse, I promise you that you will have food and drink in the future, and no one in this village will come to trouble you."

"If I marry Wanwan to your family for some food and drink, I am afraid that I will dream back at midnight, and her dead grandfather's family will come to me to settle accounts!" Cheng Hua'er sneered, looking at the fat head and big ears in front of him for no reason.

"Do you think I don't know what your calculations are, I married your son a daughter-in-law two years ago, and he hanged himself on the second day of his wedding. Why, exactly, others don't know and I don't know? On the wedding night, it was your son or you who had sex with her! ”

Song Daqiang's face changed, and then he immediately hugged her waist and brought her to the front: "Since you refuse to let Wan Wan come, then you will give me another son." ”

Cheng Hua'er's pupils were shocked, and she struggled hard: "You are dreaming." ”

Song Daqiang is a man after all, and he pressed the person who was still struggling to the ground in three or two clicks, he reached out to untie the clothes on the woman's body, looking at the snow-white skin, his eyes couldn't help but be confused.

Cheng Hua'er's hands were pressed, remembering the scene when Cheng Qingwan beat the two big men that day, she arched her knees violently, hitting his lifeline.

"Ahh

Song Daqiang's heart-rending voice sounded, Cheng Hua'er hurriedly gathered his clothes and wanted to run out, but he didn't want to be grabbed back by the people behind him and threw them on the table.

The woman overturned the table, and the broken bowl cut her wrist, and blood flowed uncontrollably.

Song Daqiang was so frightened when he looked at the fainting person that he hurriedly ran out of the door.

Before he took a few steps, he happened to meet Cheng Qingwan, who came back with a hoe.

"What are you doing at my house?" She frowned, looking at the man's weak appearance, and had an ominous premonition in her heart.

Cheng Qingwan looked in along the door, and the blood in that place came straight into her eyes.

Song Daqiang looked at the person in front of him and didn't react, so he hurriedly wanted to run out.

Before he could take a step, the hoe landed in the middle of the door, blocking his way, and then hooked the man back and threw him to the ground.

"What did you do to my aunt?"

"I didn't, she fell on her own and cut her wrist." Song Daqiang rubbed his buttocks, looked out the door, watched the group of people outside pass by, and shouted: "Village chief, village chief help, Cheng Qingwan, this girl has killed someone." ”

Cheng Qingwan approached Cheng Hua'er and confirmed that she had only cut her wrist, when she heard this howl, she sneered, looked at the bloody footprints on the ground, and simply stood still.

"Howl, howl, shut up." The village chief's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly walked in and told Song Daqiang to shut up.

"Village chief, she not only killed her mother, but also me." The man cried and hugged the village chief's thigh, not noticing that ink was about to drip from the village chief's face.

Cheng Qingwan stood in place, looking at the pavilion chief and the new official who followed up, everyone's faces were not good, only Song Daqiang, who was crying, didn't pay attention.

"Someone, take this woman to me and bring her back to the yamen." The pavilion chief frowned and cautiously glanced at the young man beside him.

"Wait a minute, can't you find a doctor to confirm whether my aunt is dead or not before the trial?" Cheng Qingwan's eyes darkened: "Or do you think that outsiders are not important, just bury them when they die?" ”

When the village chief and Song Daqiang heard this, their feet went weak and they almost fell together.

"Go and call the accompanying doctor." The young man's eyes were cold, and he looked at the bloody footprints in the room, and he had a plan in his heart.

"Yes, sir."

The entourage quickly brought the house doctor, and the man checked and pricked a few stitches, and Cheng Hua'er slowly woke up.

"Young master, the wound on this lady's hand has been bandaged." The palace doctor's expression was a little evasive.

"Madame just woke up, I'm afraid I can't stand the hard work of the carriage and horses, so the pavilion chief will judge it here." The young man swept their expressions lightly, and his face remained unchanged.

"This ...... It's not good, but the trial must have a master to record it. The pavilion chief said as he winked at the people next to him.

"Then invite the master, if you don't try it, then I'll come." The young man's eyes were cold, and he looked straight at the person in front of him: "I, Yuanqi, was appointed to supervise the imperial history, and was ordered to supervise and support Huaxian, and this case will definitely come to light within an hour." ”

As soon as the pavilion chief heard this, he immediately raised the alarm: "Trial, of course it will be judged." It's just that, my lord, we've been gone for a day, and this case will be retried tomorrow at the Yamen. ”

He must not be allowed to try the case, Cheng's mother and daughter do not keep the door open, if they are implicated in their corruption, the official hat on their heads will not be guaranteed!

"Yes, my lord, it's getting late, why don't you go back and rest first, and the matter in our village can be solved privately." The village chief hurriedly picked up the conversation and said to Song Daqiang on the side: "Are you willing to mediate?" ”

"I ...... Of course I do. ”

Cheng Hua'er grabbed Cheng Qingwan, who was talking, and shook her head at her.

"My lord, look at ......" When the pavilion chief heard this, he hurriedly said flatteringly.

The young man's face was not good, he hated this kind of favoritism and embarrassment the most, and just as he was about to speak, he heard the entourage behind him say: "My lord, don't forget the big thing." ”

"Would you like that, ma'am?" Yuan Qi rubbed his eyebrows, his gaze crossed the crowd, and stayed on Cheng Hua'er.

"I don't want to." Cheng Qingwan broke away from the woman's hand, walked to Song Daqiang, who was still lying on the ground, and lifted his feet up.

The black cloth soles were stained with blood.

"The person who almost killed my aunt is here, do you want me to reconcile?"