The empress is pregnant, and the emperor's incense continues

Meng Wenshan, who was confused after hearing this, comforted him nicely: "Song Gong, don't be impatient, speak slowly."

These words made Song Feijie, who was in a state of confusion, immediately calm down. He looked straight at Meng Wenshan and shouted: "It was you, it was you who killed Qing He."

"Be careful!"

Lu Yiran said angrily, with anger already boiling in his dark eyes. He threw the chess piece in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Speak carefully, what happened?"

Only now did Song Feijie have time to think about what happened. He obviously went to Youzhou today, so why did he suddenly return to the village and go to Faxi Temple?

He gradually calmed down and said: "After my nephew left the capital today, he was worried about his mother, so he returned to the villa to say goodbye. At the villa, he heard that Jiang Qinghe had poisoned his mother. He was worried and wanted to find Jiang Qinghe. After some questioning, I found the mountain behind Faxi Temple.

Who knows, Jiang Qinghe thought it was Meng Wenshan who rushed to the mountain. She said behind her nephew's back that she had no choice but to marry me in the first place, as if she wanted to renew her relationship with Meng Wenshan. "

At this point, Song Feijie seemed to have endured great humiliation. He said with red eyes: "When she turned around and saw her nephew, she backed away with a guilty conscience and accidentally fell into the cliff."

After saying that, he pointed at Meng Wenshan and said hatefully: "It's you. It's you who arranged a private meeting with Jiang Qinghe in the back mountain today. If she hadn't made an appointment with you, she wouldn't have died!"

Meng Wenshan said with a confused look: "I didn't make an appointment with her. I met her today. This was decided a few days ago. How could I have a private meeting with her today? Besides, even if Qinghe had a private meeting with her today, Mr. Song has already She would not have died if she was far away from the capital. If she really stumbled and fell into the cliff in surprise, then she would have died due to Mr. Song's suspicion and anger."

is that so? Was it his suspicion that harmed Jiang Qinghe? Song Feijie thought about why he left and came back today.

It was his servant who suggested that he go to say goodbye to his mother, and when he came out of the villa, he happened to know about Jiang Qinghe's poisoning. In anger, he wanted to ask Jiang Qinghe for clarification, and was led step by step to Faxi Temple.

Is it really just a coincidence?

"Uncle, I really didn't push her. I just wanted to ask if she poisoned my mother?"

"I didn't know she fell, I didn't know, I didn't expect this..."

Seeing Song Feijie's helpless look, Lu Yiran's eyes flashed with confusion. There are many doubts about this matter. Just why Jiang Qinghe went to Faxi Temple is very suspicious, not to mention that the people in other villages have all been given a silence order. Song Feijie And why did I hear the news at that time?

But no matter what, the most important thing now is to deal with Jiang Qinghe's funeral first. Fortunately, Jiang Qinghe no longer has any family members. His only natal family is the Meng family. Since Meng Wenyao is Song Feijie's aunt, they should not deliberately embarrass him.

As long as this matter can be suppressed, Seinfeld should be able to escape.

"Where is Jiang Qinghe's body?"

Song Feijie quickly got up and said absently: "It should still be there, still in Faxi Temple."

General Meng, who walked over not far away, was listening to the butler's report. When Shang Lu looked at him resolutely, he said calmly: "Now we'd better go to the temple to bring back Qinghe's corpse. We'll talk about other things later." .”

These words were almost a tacit agreement to suppress the matter first. Lu Yiran cast a grateful look, stood up and ordered: "Get your horses ready and go to Faxi Temple."

The group of people didn't even leave the gate of Meng Mansion when they saw a servant coming over to report: "The general is in trouble..."

The man rushed in from outside the gate. He ran too fast and fell down. Someone quickly helped him up. General Meng said: "What's the matter? Tell me slowly."

"General, Miss Jiang fell from the mountain behind Faxi Temple. We managed to find her. We wanted to go back home first, but unexpectedly someone had already reported to the police. On our way back, we met someone from Jing Zhaoyin. , the Jiang family members were worried that General you would not vent their anger on their lady, so they insisted on going to Jingzhao Yamen."

Jiang Qinghe lived in the Meng Mansion after her parents died. The Jiang family still had many servants following her. When she married to the Song Mansion, except for some maids and wives from the Meng Mansion, most of them were the original servants of the Jiang family.

Now that Jiang Qinghe died unexpectedly, these servants knew that their master had no family to rely on, so it was reasonable to insist on reporting to the official to avenge Jiang Qinghe.

But in this way, Song Feijie could no longer eliminate the suspicion of murdering his wife. General Meng resolutely said to Lu Lu: "Commander..."

At this point, Lu Yiran did not have the courage to openly and openly despise the judiciary. He sighed and said, "Let's go to Jingzhao Yamen first."

Song Feijie was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground. Several people turned to look at him, and he quickly explained: "It's not me, it's really not me..."

It's not you. Are you afraid of being like this?

Lu Yiran wanted to say something, then sighed again, and several people came to Jingzhao Yamen.

There was chaos in the yamen. There was a murder in the popular Faxi Temple, and he was the nephew of Governor Lu. Jing Zhaoyin felt a headache just thinking about it. If he tried to trick him, the publicity would be too great, and he really didn't dare.

If it was handled impartially, but he was worried that Governor Lu would be there, he would lose his hat sooner or later. He was so worried that he sweated on his forehead and said directly to the master: "I seem to be ill. Let's see the reaction of all parties before hearing the case."

"The servants in the Jiang Mansion kept saying that Song Feijie pushed Jiang Qinghe. Are we going to arrest Song Feijie?" Master asked anxiously.

"What did you say? I have a really bad headache. Please let me rest for a while."

Before the sick Jing Zhaoyin could move to the back office, he was chased by his master at a trot.

"Sir, the Governor has personally brought Song Feijie over. Please go and have a look."

The delicate Jing Zhaoyin immediately ran up to Lu Yiran with vigor and vigor, bent down and saluted: "Captain, are you here because of the matter of Faxi Temple?"

He almost blurted out that it was Mr. Song's murder case. Fortunately, he was quick to change his words in time. He was so frightened that he quickly bit his tongue to warn himself to be careful.

"Ah."

"Then do you think there is any misunderstanding here?" Jing Zhaoyin asked flatteringly. He felt that there should be nothing to criticize about his tone and expression.

After thinking about the large crowd surrounding the yamen gate, Lu Yiran closed his eyes in confusion and said, "Handle it impartially."

"Uncle!" Song Feijie blurted out.

"There is no uncle here. I am the Commander-in-Chief of the Fifth Army and an official of the imperial court."

Lu Yiran rubbed his temples angrily and ordered Jing Zhaoyin to open a trial immediately.

Following Jiang Qinghe's servants, a large number of people crowded into the hall and began to cry about how miserable their young lady's death was.

"It was Young Master Song. He pushed the young lady with his own hands. The young lady was killed by him!"

"General Meng, you must avenge the young lady! Our master has entrusted the young lady to you..."