No one spoke in the room for a while, only Zhou Ningyue's suppressed sobs.

After a long time, Xin Yu nodded slightly: "I can not be here today, but I have a request." ”

"What requirements?" Mother Zhou first looked relieved, and then her heart rose again.

"When this matter passes, I want to talk to my aunt about it."

Hearing that Xin Yu just asked for this, Zhou's mother nodded without hesitation.

In her opinion, this girl who suddenly became friends with her daughter is mysterious everywhere, and I am afraid it is not so simple.

But none of these can compare to the current difficulties, and it is the luck of their mother and daughter that the other party does not tell what they see today. As for going back and talking, no one can pry her mouth open for those who can't say it.

Xin Yu glanced at Zhou Ningyue and asked Zhou's mother, "Do you need my help?" ”

Mother Zhou immediately understood, and showed gratitude: "Thank you." Yue'er, you go to the West Chamber. ”

"I-"

"Obedient, go to the West Chamber." Zhou's mother tone was incompatible.

She killed her husband in resistance, and she didn't care about all kinds of emotions in order to deal with the aftermath, but it would be too cruel for her daughter to see the scene of Westinghouse again.

At this moment, Zhou's mother was truly grateful to Xin Yu.

Whatever the girl's purpose, at least she can help her now.

She really needed someone to help her at this time.

"Thank you, thank you." Mother Zhou thanked her again, and only then did a tear slowly flow down from the corner of her eye.

Zhou Ningyue ran out crying.

In the West House, the smell of blood was strong, and Zhou Tong still kept his eyes open, and he was completely out of breath.

Zhou's mother squatted on the ground, wiping the blood on the ground with a rag, and was a little flustered at first, but gradually became neat.

Xin Yu saw it in her eyes, and felt more and more that Zhou's mother's origin was not simple.

Looking at Zhou's mother's performance, she must have seen blood.

Xin Yu silently sorted out the overturned pen mountain, the fallen brush, and the scattered books.

She offered to help, of course, not purely to help Zhou's mother tide over the difficulties, but more importantly, to find out if she could find valuable clues.

According to her previous speculation, the dispute took place in the study and not in the living room, maybe Zhou's mother found something in the study.

Thinking about this, Xin Yu picked up a piece of stationery, but before he could look closely, a hand suddenly reached out.

Xin Yu immediately took a step back and received the letter behind her back, but she didn't expect that the target of that hand was not the letter in her hand, but another one.

Mother Zhou stuffed the piece of paper into her mouth with lightning speed.

Xin Yu frowned at the woman who looked pained by swallowing the letter.

Mother Zhou tried hard to swallow the paper: "Miss Kou, it's not good for you to see what you shouldn't see." ”

Xin Yu didn't say anything, squatted down to clean up the broken celadon brush, and had a further understanding of Zhou's mother's astuteness in her heart.

No wonder it was someone who could kill her husband.

"Auntie, aren't all the servants in the house there? Will it come back suddenly? Putting away the broken porcelain, Xin Yu asked casually.

"Thinking that tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival, let them go home this morning, and they won't come back until sixteen." When Zhou's mother said "Mid-Autumn Festival", her voice trembled significantly.

Xin Yu sighed secretly.

That day, I heard Zhou Ningyue say that she would wait for the Mid-Autumn Festival to let spring buds go home for a day, but I didn't expect Zhou's mother to take an extra day off, and she was released home on the fourteenth.

It can be seen that people's behavior is the most unpredictable, and we should be more cautious in the future.

Time always obscures many things, but as an hour passed, Westinghouse looked like it was back to normal, except for one less pen wash.

Zhou Tong's body was moved to the east house kang after cleaning up the bloodstains, changed his clothes again, and covered with a thin quilt, and at first glance it seemed that he was just asleep.

Xin Yu knew the truth of Xu Tuzhi and quietly left.

Back in the east courtyard of the bookstore, the first thing Xin Yu did was to take a shower and change clothes, and then took out the letter paper and looked at it slowly.

In fact, there is nothing to see, this is the last page of a letter, there are only a few decent words, which is the kind that most people will write at the end of the letter, and the only valuable thing is the name of the place where the letter is written: Dongsheng.

But trying to find someone by a name that doesn't even have a surname is tantamount to looking for a needle in a haystack.

Xin Yu folded the letter paper and put it away, and arranged for Mama Fang to go to the area of Jixiangfang to pay attention to the rumors about the Zhou family.

In the evening, Mama Fang brought back the news.

"How did the girl know? There was really an embarrassing thing, the male owner of the Zhou family died of a sudden illness in a dream during his lunch break, leaving his wife and daughter crying miserably, and the man's sister and family have passed, and the sister can't cry anymore......"

Xin Yu thought about it and had a plan.

Early the next morning, Xin Yu was just about to go out when he met Duan Yunlang.

"Cousin, let's go home together."

"Second cousin, let's go back first, I'll go buy something and then come back."

"What is my cousin going to buy?" Duan Yunlang asked curiously.

"There is a dim sum shop near Jixiangfang that sells good pastries, and there are meat mooncakes from the south for sale, and I plan to buy some for my grandmother to try."

Delicious pastries?

Duan Yunlang immediately said: "I'll go buy it with you, anyway, I'm not in a hurry to go home." ”

Xin Yu hesitated for a moment and nodded: "Okay." ”

With Duan Yunlang, it is not deliberate.

The two cousins and Xiaolian went straight to Wuxiangzhai, and when they got there, they saw a long queue.

"Looks like this dim sum is delicious." Duan Yunlang was full of expectations and lined up at the end of the line.

Xin Yu stood silently beside him, paying attention to the sounds around him.

The queue is boring, there is such a big thing in the Zhou family, coupled with the special identity of Zhou Tong Jinlin Wei Baihu, there is nothing that is not discussed.

"Did you hear about it, the new male owner of Swallow Hutong died of sleep while taking a nap!"

"I know, that's the younger brother of the Ji family's sister-in-law, and the Ji family's sister-in-law's eyes are swollen from crying."

"It's miserable!"

"yes, it's miserable."

After Duan Yunlang pricked up his ears and listened, he hurriedly went to Xin Yu to discuss: "Cousin-"

Before he could speak, he noticed that Xin Yu's face was wrong.

"Cousin, what's wrong?"

"They say like it's my friend's house!" Xin Yu bit her lip and turned to leave.

Duan Yunlang was stunned for a moment and hurriedly caught up.

Xin Yu walked very fast, and saw Bai hanging outside the door of Zhou's house from a distance, and people came in and out from time to time, and intermittent cries came.

Walking outside the door of Zhou's house, Xin Yu paused slightly and looked in from the open door.

There were many people in the courtyard who came to mourn, and a mourning hall has been set up in the hall.

She walked in, and no one stopped her at this time, so she walked all the way to Ji Cailan's side.

Ji Cailan was very surprised to see Xin Yu: "Sister Kou, why are you here?" ”

"My cousin and I went back to Shaoqing's Mansion today, thinking about the dim sum shop mentioned by Sister Ji, so I went over to buy some pastries to take with me, but I didn't expect to hear that something happened to Sister Zhou's house, so I came over to have a look."

Ji Cailan's eyes reddened: "Sister Kou has a heart." ”

"Sister Ji mourns. I want to give Uncle Ling a stick of incense and visit Sister Zhou. ”

This kind of white thing can be said to be a person who comes to mourn, Ji Cailan didn't think much about it, and took Xin Yu and Duan Yunlang into the mourning hall.

In this ancient context, most of the people did not hold officials accountable.

(End of chapter)