Fast Transmigration: Raiders of that coquettish boss

Chapter 578 The Wife's Ugly Husband (37)

Everyone chattered and pointed their finger at Ye Wushuang.

"You are talking nonsense and spitting blood. Zhengjun did not do such a thing at all. Zhengjun was wronged. Don't you want to swear!"

Zong'er's eyes were red, he stood in front of Ye Wushuang and argued with those people.

"Zhengjun is just a good tutor. There is no place for a slave to interrupt the masters. If my slave is so ignorant, he would have been served by the board!"

A handsome servant was full of sarcasm and spoke contemptuously.

"Is my tutor good or not? It's not your turn to talk!"

Ye Wushuang snorted coldly, then turned to look at Mingyu, "Zhang Shaojun and the others came to pay their respects again this morning. I have told you that in the future, you can just come to pay your respects on the 15th day of the Lunar New Year. I don't want the three of you to go back after noon. A group of people said that there are things that are disgusting in my courtyard."

He looked as calm as before, if Mingyu hadn't accidentally seen his slightly trembling hands, she would have almost believed that he was really as calm as his face.

"Is it true what Zhengjun said?"

Mingyu moved slightly closer to Ye Wushuang, reached out from behind him and patted him on the back twice to comfort him, then she raised her head to look at Zhang Shaojun and the others.

Zhang Yunhong narrowed his eyes and hissed at the top of his lungs: "Wife master! Of course things are not what Zhengjun said. We brothers come to Lan Courtyard to pay respects to Zhengjun every day for three days. Testify. However, it may be that we are humble and cannot enter Zhengjun's eyes. Zhengjun used his health as an excuse, and the three of us have not seen Zhengjun's true face these days, so it is so—"

Having said that, he paused slightly, turned his head and glanced at Gu Shaojun, and after seeing the encouragement in his eyes, he continued: "For that matter, Brother Gu still said that in the past, we disrespected the gentleman first. Now, since we want to beg Zhengjun's forgiveness, we have to show our attitude, so although we are often rejected by Zhengjun, we still do it!"

This remark explained why the three of them refused to accept the door every day but insisted on coming every day. Mingyu heard it in her ears and thought that it was Zhang Shaojun and the others who took the opportunity to sue, but now find out the matter of disgust It is the top priority, so after Zhang Shaojun finished speaking, she asked, "So, what does this have to do with witchcraft?"

"My wife, when the three of us left Lan Yuan today, we accidentally discovered that he—"

As Zhang Shaojun said, he pointed his index finger at Zong'er, his face full of resentment: "He held something in his hand, and sneaked up to the plane tree in the northwest corner of Lanyuan, dug a hole and buried the thing in his hand. Look, Lord, this is it!"

While talking, he turned around and took something from the servant boy, and handed it to Mingyu.

Mingyu took it over and took a look, but saw that it was a palm-sized puppet. To be precise, it was a puppet covered with long needles. There was a piece of white cloth stuck to the back of the puppet, on which Xing Mingyu was written in cinnabar. The birthday horoscope is indeed what they call the witchcraft curse.

Mingyu frowned, pondered for a moment and asked: "At that time, you all saw that Zong'er buried this thing?"

"Yes, wife master, the three of us brothers and the servants around us can all testify that it was he who buried this thing!"

"You, you, you spitting blood! Second Miss, I was wronged. I didn't bury anything at all."

Zong'er heard the words, knelt down with a "plop", and kowtowed to Mingyu.

(End of this chapter)