New widow

"Sir, Mr. Su and Mr. Zhang are here to visit." Just as Mr. Song asked someone to bring some clothes, the housekeeper came to announce.

"Do you think they will notice anything?" Mr. Song's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air and asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, brother, they won't be able to see anything." Mr. Eleven felt that Su Du was just a young man who grew up in the backyard. The Ministry of Punishment ordered him to come because he didn't want to offend the Song family.

"I trust you, brother." After Master Song said this, he changed his shirt and went out with Master Eleven to greet Su Du. Everyone said polite words and took their seats in the study.

Su Du then said: "We have become so familiar these days. No need to say polite words. We have become somewhat familiar with the murderer of the Duke."

"Really?" Mr. Song didn't expect Su Du to be so direct, and his voice changed slightly.

Zhang Qing has already answered: "The dead maid, let's trace it from her side. Although her parents and brothers have left the village where they lived, there is someone who has been in the capital."

"Who is it?" Master Eleven couldn't help but ask when he heard the critical moment.

"It's a boy. It's strange. This boy disappeared after the incident." Su Du said this deliberately. Master Eleven frowned. Boy, why didn't you hear what the maid said? Could it be that the maid kept it secret? Worrying about something about yourself?

But that maid was already dead, and even if Master Shiyi wanted to ask questions, there was no one to ask. Therefore, Mr. Eleven could only suppress the doubts in his heart and wanted to continue listening to Su Du. Who knew that Su Du smiled faintly: "Actually,

We can't talk about this matter to the outside world, but because you are very concerned about it, we will talk about it. "

"Yes, yes. If any of the servants in this mansion escape, you can go and arrest them." Mr. Song thought that Su Du and Zhang Qing were here for this matter, so he naturally answered very smoothly.

"Where's this guy? We've found his whereabouts. He's probably the one who drugged him." Zhang Qing deliberately said it more solidly, but as expected, Master Eleven's expression became even more ugly.

Zhang Qing glanced at it and said to Mr. Song: "There is only one difficulty in this matter."

"What's the trouble?" Mr. Song asked impatiently. Su Du and Zhang Qing exchanged a look, and Su Du said: "If such a person is really as determined to die as that maid, we really have no choice."

"If you really have the will to die, there is someone behind the scenes." That's what Mr. Song said. Zhang Qing nodded: "That's it, but people are going to die, and it's hard for us to get along. After all, who can believe that a young boy has no fate?" Are you going to kill the Duke for no reason?"

If a servant kills his master, once it is proven, it is a heinous crime. Not only will he be cut into pieces, but his family will also be implicated. A young servant is different from a maid. Even if a young servant is sold, he is still a man. If a man commits such a serious crime, his parents and family will be implicated.

"Master Su, what do you mean?" Mr. Song felt that he was about to see the light of day and asked eagerly.

Su Du deliberately looked embarrassed: "Actually, if it doesn't work, it would be a good idea to choose someone from your house to be the mastermind."

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Mr. Song suddenly laughed at the matter of haphazardly closing the case: "I'm afraid the mastermind is right in front of us."

"Oh?" Su Du deliberately pretended not to know, but Mr. Song had already produced something: "This is the evidence we collected with great pains, and we wanted to give it to you, Mr. Su."

What Mr. Song held in his hand was a handkerchief. Su Du did not pick up the handkerchief, but just shook his head: "These things are found everywhere."

"Master Su, you don't understand. This handkerchief is made of the python robe of the Duke of the State." As soon as Mr. Song finished speaking, Zhang Qing spit out the tea in his mouth, and then Zhang Qing said to Mr. Song said: "Sorry, sorry, I never thought that a python robe could be used as a handkerchief."

"Yes, I didn't expect it before I saw this handkerchief." Mr. Song sighed deliberately, and then said to Su Du: "There are records of where this python robe goes, and even more when it is made into a handkerchief. As long as You can find out if you look it up.”

"Can there be the same handkerchief made of python robe?" Su Du did not reach out to take the handkerchief, but just asked Mr. Song.

"It won't be the same." The answer was Master Eleven. When he saw everyone looking at him, his expression suddenly changed, and then he said: "Ms. Huang must have this account."

Then, this handkerchief belongs to Aunt Su. Su Du lowered his eyes. It seems that Master Eleven can't wait to put the blame on Aunt Su. If this is the case, why not follow his plan and use it to his advantage.

"We still need to consult Madam about matters in the inner courtyard." Su Du then took the handkerchief. Although the handkerchief was re-locked on all sides, it could still be read.

It came out that it was made of the corners of the python robe. What did Song An think in the first place, that he made handkerchiefs out of the corners of the python robe?

Su Du felt that Song An was an extremely absurd person. Fortunately, Song An was gone. Otherwise, he wouldn't have known how many absurd things he could do.

Su Qiao and Madam Huang were dealing with the funeral bills, when Nanny Chen walked in. Su Qiao stood up in a hurry to greet her: "Mommy is here, please sit down quickly."

"Madam, you and Chunlan will continue to reconcile the accounts." Grandma Chen saluted Su Qiao as she said this: "I am just a servant, why should I be treated like this by you, madam?"

"You are the nanny of the Duke of Guo. In this house, no one can be greater than you at the moment." Su Qiao personally brought tea to Aunt Chen. Aunt Chen took the tea but still just sat on the footrest. superior. Su Qiao knew that this was the etiquette that should be done in the deep courtyard, so she sat down again and checked the accounts with Madam Huang.

Grandma Chen drank tea and sighed after listening to it for a few times: "The Duke has become more and more ridiculous in recent years. There are not many serious owners in the Duke's mansion. There is not much money left at the end of the year."

"Who can be like you, the old man, who persuaded the Duke and was willing to listen. The first lady later became seriously ill and had no energy to take care of this matter. The second lady is the daughter of a small family, and she met the Duke. She's just afraid that if the Duke of Guo says one thing, she doesn't dare to say the other. All day long, she wishes that the Duke of Guo wouldn't come into her room. How can she dare to persuade her. "

"It's your fault." Nanny Chen put the tea bowl aside and looked at Madam Huang, her voice became stern. Madam Huang thought about it and smiled: "Yes, this is all my fault. If I... …”

"Mother Chen, these things

The son has passed away, and no one's fault can exchange for the Duke's life, nor can the money be returned. "