Walking all the way to the backyard, not only the people in the house, but also the guards in armor walked through various places to find people.

"If you can't see a big living person, you're gone." Someone behind him whispered to his companions.

"Have you heard?"

"What?"

Su Zhiwei deliberately took a slow step and listened to what the people behind him said.

"I heard that this Shunping Marquis is not suffering from a sudden illness, but ......"

"Say it quickly."

"I've only heard...... said that the house was haunted last night, and this Hou Ye was scared to death! ”

"How can you believe this demonic statement."

"The county lord of Ankang stayed in the same room with Hou Ye last night, and she also saw it, and kept shouting that there was a ghost in white who wanted to harm her."

"Aren't you scared crazy?"

"Crazy is crazy, people can't be found yet, what can you say?"

"Is it ......?"

"Shhh, don't say it, let's hurry up and condole, it's okay to leave this place early, it's weird and cold."

Su Zhiwei listened attentively and accidentally tripped over.

"Be careful." Jiang Moyan held Su Zhiwei and instructed again: "Those who came today are all dignitaries and relatives, you are from a humble background, don't go to those ladies to pestle, and find a place where no one is there later, I will go to you after the entertainment." ”

The corners of Su Zhiwei's mouth twitched, feeling that she couldn't get on the stage and lost the people of the Jiang family?

"Ah, husband, why did you fold your clothes?"

As he spoke, Su Zhiwei pulled the hem of Jiang Moyan's clothes.

Jiang Moyan glanced at it and said, "But it's worth your fuss?" ”

"Tsk, in our Su family, if the clothes are folded like this, they shouldn't go out in them, and they will lose the face of the Su family."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Moyan frowned.

Su Zhiwei looked innocent, "What can I mean, just seeing so many dignitaries and nobles, and seeing the clothes they are wearing, it is estimated that most of them use the materials woven by our Su family's weaving workshop." These cloths are cheap for a few taels of silver and a hundred taels for expensive. ”

Su Zhiwei leaned closer and continued: "With their money, most of them are dozens of taels, unlike you, husband, the fabric of any piece of clothing is up to 1,000 taels. But in my opinion, it's not a good material, isn't this a discount, go back and make a good one for you, don't be willing not to wear it. ”

After eighteen turns of words, Jiang Moyan didn't understand it thoroughly for a while, he only felt that the yin and yang were weird, which made him feel uncomfortable.

Only then did he enter the eastern courtyard and hear the sound of chanting, so he could not speak again.

Su Zhiwei followed Jiang Moyan in, but saw hundreds of monks sitting in the courtyard, neatly arranged in rows, they all chanted with their hands together, and their voices were connected, solemn and low.

These monks are from Mingguang Temple, and the one wearing a yellow robe at the front is the one who presides over Master Che, but what Su Zhiwei sees at a glance is the one sitting behind the presiding officer.

He was dressed in a monk's robe of the blue color of the sea, but he was not shaved, and as the flow of people advanced, she slowly saw his side face.

Sharp, like a knife.

Further on, she saw his face, porcelain white as jade, and his face was handsome. The facial features are all extremely beautiful, softer than women, but when they are brought together, they have a sharp atmosphere.

Perhaps it was the person who served the Buddha, the sharp qi was suppressed, and turned into cold, like a bamboo wind passing through, like a cold moon hanging high.

A little later, she saw that his ten fingers were slender, put together, and he was chanting Buddhist scriptures in his mouth.

Under the Bodhi tree, in front of the mirror platform, he was surrounded by a halo of light, like a holy Buddha.

Such a person should be out of place, but in the monk pile, it seems so harmonious.

There were many people who mourned, and Su Zhiwei followed Jiang Moyan into the interior and came out after saluting. Jiang Moyan said that he still had something to do, and then left her and left.

Because there were many people today, the master's family didn't let the servants follow up, so Su Zhiwei had to go out alone. Out of the courtyard, Su Zhiwei paused slightly, turned around and went towards the back garden of the Hou Mansion.

Shunping Hou is full of pavilions and pavilions, carved beams and jade pillars, extremely rich. However, this Hou Mansion was only as big as it is now, and when the eldest princess married her only daughter Ankang to the Marquis of Shunping, she bought the mansion next door, opened a moon gate, and became the West Courtyard.

This back garden is in the west courtyard, and there is a large pond in it.

Previously, the lord of Ankang County was on his birthday, and Su Zhiwei came once, so he could remember the way to the west back garden, but he still took a long detour.

Before coming to the pond, I thought there was no one, but I saw a monk wearing a sea clear monk's robe, the one who looked like a fairy and had not been shaved.

He stood in front of the pond and watched the water in silence.

Su Zhiwei felt strange in his heart, could he also know what was under the water?

Wait a minute!

Dr. Li told her that the divine doctor was a disciple of Master Toru of Mingguang Temple, and he was sitting behind the master just now, and his identity was obviously not ordinary, could it be that he was the divine doctor?

Look at this figure again, it's as beautiful as a pine, it must be.

Su Zhiwei's mind turned around, and he stepped forward and called, "Sir, we met again, it seems that we are still destined." ”

He turned his head to look at her, but his eyes were deep and cold.

Su Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat, how could this not be the look that a person who is dedicated to worshipping Buddha should have.

But for a moment, he turned his head again.

"It's fate."

Su Zhi suppressed the coolness in his heart slightly, hurriedly took off the Buddhist beads on his wrist, and sent them up with both hands, "I asked the maid to string it and return it to Mr." ”

He didn't look at it, but said, "It's not mine." ”

"I accidentally tore it that day, and my maidservant and I picked it up one by one, there was no mistake or omission, it was indeed Mr.'s."

"You want me to help you detoxify?"

There was a bit of ridicule in his voice, Su Zhiwei frowned slightly, but he still said honestly: "Yes." ”

"With a string of beads that I don't want?"

“……”

"It's the way it should be, so why force it."

With that, he turned and left.

Su Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, and was busy chasing after her, when she suddenly smelled a fragrance, and then her eyes were dark, her feet were weak, and her body couldn't help but sway from side to side, and when she reacted, she had fallen into the pond.

She hurriedly struggled and called for help, but she looked at the person who was about to enter the Buddha Gate but walked away step by step, and the back was full of killing intent.

Fortunately, a passing servant hurriedly jumped into the water and scooped her up.

And at the same time, there is no hiding under the pond.

"Ahh Come on! Below the pond...... There's a corpse down there! ”

The subordinates of the Hou Mansion brought Lianxin over, and when they saw that their girl was huddled in one place, her whole body was wet, and she hurriedly stepped forward to give her the cloak.

"Girl, how did you fall into the lake?"

Su Zhiwei shook his head, and then looked at the other side of the lake, and the four sturdy guards went down to pick up the corpse, and the corpse was tied with stones, so it did not surface.

The person who died was the lord of Ankang, and the gray-haired eldest princess staggered over, hugged the corpse and cried heartbreakingly.

The official also came quickly, asked Su Zhiwei a few words, and saw that her face was really ugly, so he asked Lianxin to take her away first.

When leaving, Su Zhiwei turned his head to look at it for the last time in confusion, but saw that the person came again, he stood in front of the corpse, put his hands together and chanted silently: Amitabha.

Just now, what's going on with that aroma?

What did he do to her?