"Master, the slave listens to the sound as if it came from behind the peach forest."

After walking out of the flower hall, the maid who had just held the scarf stepped forward and reminded Mu Erbalan softly. She is the most trusted gold slave by her master, and she has always been very able to speak.

Mu Er nodded with a calm face and led the crowd to the west. Only then did I turn the more than ten peach trees, and I saw a middle-aged servant woman dressed as a steward stumbling over, Xu fell on the road, the servant woman's hair was scattered, and there were many blades of grass and dirt stuck to her body, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

"Master, master, it's not good, it's not good, it's not good, kill ...... Killed! Killed!" Running to Mu'er, the servant woman fell to her knees with a "poof", trembling all over.

She also knew the seriousness of the matter, and she didn't scream far away, and despite this, Mu'er's face sank in an instant.

At this time, it was already quite far away from the flower hall, so she didn't care about any etiquette rules, twisted her brows and took a few steps forward, and raised her legs to be a heart-wrenching foot, and kicked the servant woman a few times, before she said sharply:

"Why don't you wash my mouth cleaner? What's wrong with the master? If the master really didn't feel good, you cheap slaves would have died to ashes!"

She has always been very strict, although she does not like to stain blood, but the means of punishing servants are endless, and there are few slaves and maids with broken hands and feet under her hands, but they die due to serious internal injuries, and there will always be a dozen or so every year.

The servant woman knew that she had said the wrong thing, so she hurriedly raised her arm and slapped herself a few times, and said repeatedly, "Slave and maid should die, slave and maid should die", and then rolled and crawled to the ground and fell to Mu'er's feet, and said with her head to the ground and trembling:

"Master, really...... Something really happened, Lan She died over there...... Three people died, and blood ...... Blood flowed all over the ground......

She almost reported in a hurry, and tried to get up and kneel several times as she spoke, but she couldn't, so she had to slump in front of Mu'er Balan, opening her mouth wide and panting like a dying dog, as if all her strength had been drained.

Mu Er Balan glanced at the servant woman with cold eyes, and saw that her eyes were rolling and her whole body was convulsed, and she didn't know whether she was frightened or kicked by Fang Cai, but she was out of breath and less in breath, Mu Er's face couldn't help but show a trace of disgust, waved her hand and ordered someone to drag her down, and then called two cronies and ordered:

"The two of us went separately to invite E-Niang and Amma. Remember, don't make a noise, don't alarm your guests, don't invite people who don't have anything to do with it."

The two handmaidens trembled and took the order, and Murbaranluo stood for a moment, and when he had adjusted his breath and then concentrated, he led the group to continue to the Lanshe, and asked the handmaid who was holding the scarf in a deep voice, "Who is in the Lanshe?"

It doesn't matter if a few people die, it doesn't matter if those Mu Nahetai die in hundreds, it's not ordinary people who are afraid of death. And judging from the performance of the servant woman just now, the situation is only not very good.

It's a pity that the servant woman doesn't have a clear mind, and her words are vague, and she doesn't know who died.

When thinking like this, Mu Er's breathing couldn't help but tighten a little, and the conversation between Fang Er and Pearl Fulun inexplicably appeared in his mind.

Hua Zhen has never come to the flower viewing party, she clearly promised to come, should it be...... No, it won't! Definitely not! ….

Mu'er Balan shook his head vigorously, as if to shake off this inauspicious thought, but at this moment, the trembling voice of the maid holding the scarf floated into his ears:

"Back to ...... Back to the master, the slave and maid listened to the report of the people below, and it was the one who rested in Lanshe...... Be...... The girl of the Nadan family."

Mu'er Balan's head suddenly "buzzed", and the sky spun in front of him, and his body shook several times.

The golden slave hurriedly stepped forward to help her steady, and after a long while, Mu'er Balan turned his face as pale as paper, and asked in a trembling voice that was unfamiliar to her, "You...... What did you say? You ...... again You say it again."

The servant girl didn't seem to hear.

Her eyes opened so wide at this moment that they almost squeezed out of their sockets, and she looked blankly behind Mu'er Balan, whose face had lost its blood color from fear was pale and gray, which made Murbaran's heart feel a little cold.

She stiffened, slowly

Turn your head slowly, slowly.

Lanshe has arrived.

The zigzag shape of the house was so divided that everyone could see through the hollow area formed by the clean room on the left and the living room on the right, and the bedroom with the door open at a glance.

At this moment, a headless female corpse was lying by the door, her blue dress soaked in a pool of blood, which had turned black.

The wind blowing from nowhere blew the fragrance of "Thyme" farther and farther, just like the large expanse of blood flowing down the stairs and the headless corpse, which had always been so charming and fragrant.

Mu'er Balan remembered in a trance that "Thyme" seemed to have a very elegant nickname, called "Incense Killing".

"Incense...... Kill ...... incense"

She murmured softly, her eyes fixed on the corpse, as if it had a magical power that prevented her from looking away.

That was the first time she saw Ranshe, and it was her last.

At the moment when she was about to fall, Břibalan arrived.

The head of the Baran House had apparently received the news earlier than his daughter, for he had not come alone, but had brought with him a large number of guards.

The guards of Balanfu, dressed in light armor and armed with long knives at their waists, surrounded Lan She in a short time, blocking all curious and indiscernible snooping.

Mrs. Balaam also came quickly.

Even though she was pale and tired, she still used as much softness as possible to invite all the ladies into the large garden in front of her, and placed them in several mansions.

Bu Ribalan also wiped his sweat and accompanied the smiling face, and temporarily left the male guests in the mansion, and personally reported the matter to Mang Tai.

After all, this is a fatal event, and it involves Marshal Zuo's family, and the male and female guests did not feel neglected, but only discussed in private.

After the guests were settled, all the servants who served in the vicinity of the house were imprisoned in an empty room, where they were kept under the strict supervision of the guards.

As for the servants of the Nadan family who served Huazhen, Balan Mansion did not dare to specialize in it, and left it to Zuo Shuai with full authority.

Soon after, the person in charge of the whole matter changed from Buribalan to Mantai Nadan, and with the appearance of Mangtai's father and son, the number of guards in the back house of Balan Mansion doubled.

Knowing that the murder happened in his own house, and that the head of the family could not escape the blame, he saw Mangtai without saying a word, and immediately pleaded guilty, and secretly sent someone to report to Bulush.

Yao Jishan