Since I met you, people are dying every day

Before everyone could react, there was a soft voice from outside the door, "I heard that the lord has caught the murderer who killed my son, so I take the liberty to disturb you." Mrs. Zhao saluted with the help of her maid, and she seemed to be in much better spirits. .

Shen Fushang took a look at her, but still stared at Li Qinghe.

Ye Sirui waved to Li Qinghe, "Go ahead."

Li Qinghe sneered and said nothing, Zhu'er sobbed and said: "I found out that the young master's ginseng soup was drugged by the wife."

"It's nonsense! It's nonsense! What these two people said is extremely absurd, and they still want to slander others!" Shen Fushang cursed angrily, and then gave Zhao an angry look.

Zhao's teardrops fell rustlingly, coughing continuously. "Since Xin'er left, my concubine doesn't think about eating and drinking, so I really can't stand this kind of criticism." The servant girl hurriedly wiped away her tears, and patted her on the back to comfort her.

Ye Sirui asked Zhu'er calmly: "Did you overhear Shen Zhaoxin and his wife when they were arguing?"

Pearl nodded.

"My wife loves Xin'er very much, even if there is an occasional conflict, it will never kill him." Shen Fushang hastily argued aloud.

Ye Sirui said to himself: "The first time I saw Cui Liu, the top card in Zuixiang Pavilion, I thought she looked very familiar." He took everyone's expressions into his eyes and continued: "It was only later that I realized that she She looks very similar to Shen Zhaoxin."

Shen Fushang's facial expression changed drastically, but Zhao's face was still gentle.

"Later, I asked someone to investigate and found out a secret." No one spoke, and everyone paid attention to every word he said. "Shen Zhaoxin was not born to Mrs. Shen, and he also has a younger sister." Without waiting for everyone to digest it, he threw out this heavy bomb in one go. "His mother was probably a brothel girl. After giving birth to Shen Zhaoxin, Shen Fushang redeemed her. Mrs. Shen couldn't bear children, so she brought him to raise her." But Shen Fushang didn't tell his wife that he was raising the girl outside. "Later, the woman became pregnant again and gave birth to a daughter. After discovering the truth, Mrs. Zhao cried and asked Shen Fushang to drive her away and broke contact. Until one day, when Shen Zhaoxin went to Zuixiang Pavilion to have fun, he met Cui Liu, Cui Liu discovered the similarity between the two of them." The woman had passed away, but Cui Liu learned of her life experience through the words of Cuixiangge's mother, and informed Shen Zhaoxin. "Shen Zhaoxin, who knew the truth, confronted his mother after returning home and started a dispute."

"I don't know what your lord is talking about." Zhao smiled softly.

"Mrs. Shen asked the kitchen to make ginseng soup for Shen Zhaoxin. The ginseng soup was filled with Mongolian sweat medicine. It seems that she wanted to poison Shen Zhaoxin to death in the future. She could also put the blame on Cui Liu and get rid of a serious problem. However, Madam before that Maybe they have already bought Cui Liu, otherwise Shen Zhaoxin can easily see that something is wrong even if he becomes dumb and cannot speak." What Cui Liu wants is a stable life, and Mrs. Shen, who is in charge of Zhongfei, can give Cui Liu far more than Shen Zhaoxin. There are many playboys who are not doing their jobs properly.

After Shen Zhaoxin found himself unable to speak, he realized that someone at home had hurt him, and when he left home, the first thing he thought of was his own sister.But when he tried to call for help, his sister turned a blind eye.

Shen Fushang's body trembled again and again, and he could hardly stand upright, but Zhao's expression remained unchanged.

"Zhu'er was bought by Mrs. Shen long ago, so Shen Zhaoxin has been coveting her for a long time, but it is difficult to get her. That's why the maids in Shen Zhaoxin's courtyard are so afraid of her. And once Shen Zhaoxin is unconscious, she can let her slaughter her."

Ye Sirui finally said to Mrs. Zhao: "Mrs. Shen, I have no evidence. You are kind to Cui Liu, and Cui Liu will not testify against you. You must have dealt with the ginseng soup and Mongolian sweat medicine. I just want to ask, You raised Shen Zhaoxin so much, do you really have no feelings at all?"

The maid who helped Mrs. Zhao trembled with fright, Mrs. Zhao still smiled gently and said, "I really don't understand what your lord means."

"In that case, take your leave." Ye Sirui nodded slightly, signaling the yamen guard to escort Li Qinghe, who was still sneering, and Zhu'er, who was crying silently, leaving a mess.

When Ye Sirui was getting impatient waiting in the yamen, Xia Shu finally came back.

"Mrs. Shen has passed away." He said straight to the point.

Ye Sirui raised his eyebrows and stared at him for a long time. "Shen Zhaoyu coaxed?"

"He will survive, after all his mother is still there." Xia Shu said slowly. "Actually, I don't think Zhao's infertility is not accidental."

"Whether it's accidental or not, we can't find out anymore." Ye Sirui showed a rare hesitation, "Do you think Shen Zhaoxin's feelings for Li Qinghe..."

Xia Shu Chi didn't see the following, so he said: "Huh?"

"Are you serious? Is there really a relationship between two men?" Ye Sirui said.Li Qinghe obviously regarded the relationship between the two as a shame.He couldn't see what Shen Zhaoxin thought, but no matter what, it was a fact that Shen Zhaoxin liked women, played with maids, and was nostalgic for brothels.

Xia Shu thought for a while before answering his question: "I think whether you have feelings or not depends on who you meet."

"It doesn't matter, the case is finally solved, shall I treat you to dinner tonight?" Ye Sirui put aside the troubled question and looked at him with a smile.

"Forget it, let me treat you to some noodles."

In the morning, Xia Shu practiced sword in the yard.

He seldom uses a sword, and really doesn't do very well.But when he held other people's swords, he didn't dare to be careless. A set of swords danced smoothly, without stagnation, and even his whole body seemed to be chilling.

It's a pity that there are new green shoots all over the ground, and they are given sparkling silver light.

Withdrawing the sword and raising the hand, the bird fluttered and flew up, the dagger flew past its wings and sank into the pillar.

Xia Shu walked over, pulled out the dagger that had been inserted more than an inch, thoughtfully.

Ye Sirui had already dressed, and was sitting upright, with a warm smile in his majestic phoenix eyes.He smiled and looked at the two buns on his head, wearing a bright green robe, the white and tender boy refused to be supported by others, walked steadily to him step by step, bowed and saluted, and said in a calm voice: "Greetings to Uncle Rui .”

The soft and waxy child's voice insisted on sinking down to imitate the adult's accent.Ye Sirui laughed.

Before he bowed down, Ye Sirui helped him up, "Come here, Kuang'er, give Uncle Rui a hug."

"No, I've grown up." Ye Kuang struggled for a while, blushing a little, his eyes were awkward, but his voice became normal.

"Okay, okay, Kuang'er has grown up." Ye Sirui pursed his lips, and ordered the servants to prepare the meal.The two of them didn't speak much when they ate.After finishing his meal, Ye Sirui said: "How is Kuang'er's handwriting these days?"

Ye Kuang is only seven years old, he has been in Meng for two years, and he has not yet passed the Sishu Pass, which is a bit late compared to ordinary people.Ye Sirui felt sorry for him when he was young, and didn't want him to take the imperial examination, so he couldn't bear to urge him on homework.He hired a local scholar from Dong'an County to teach him how to read at home, and he also gave pointers occasionally.Only Ye Kuang can't write well, and he usually helps to read it.

Ye Kuang straightened his chest, with a proud look on his childish face, "I've written a lot." As he said that, he ran to the study, Ye Sirui followed, and sure enough, he saw that he had scattered a lot of papers on his desk.Ye Kuang blinked his big black and white eyes, staring at him, Ye Sirui held back a smile and picked up a few photos to look at.Ye Kuang is young and his wrists are not strong enough, and now he is just copying his husband's pen and ink when writing.Ye Sirui praised casually while watching, the more he looked at it, the more he felt something was wrong. "Why are the words written in the past few days so vain, not as good as before?"

Ye Kuang stood with his head bowed, and opened his mouth to apologize: "My nephew has been lazy for the past two days and didn't write well. Please punish me, Uncle Rui." It was completely different from the energetic appearance just now.

Ye Sirui felt strange.However, he is not Ye Kuang's father after all, so his upbringing should not be too strict.So I just said: "It's good if you know what's wrong. It's just that the sage said, 'If you know what's wrong, you can correct it. There's nothing good about it.' "Kuang'er, is this one also written in Mr.'s handwriting?"

"Yes." Ye Kuang laughed, revealing two sweet dimples, then looked down at his writing, and then looked up at Ye Sirui. "Uncle Rui, what does 'Huiji will be hurt' mean?"

Ye Sirui looked at his pure face and curious eyes, his eyes were unpredictable, and he said slowly after a while: "This word means that people should not be too smart, otherwise they will hurt themselves."

There was a hint of confusion in Ye Kuang's eyes, "Isn't it smart?"

Ye Sirui smiled, "It's good to be smart, but being too quick-witted and being suspicious of everything will naturally take your breath away." Seeing that Ye Kuang was still confused, he patted his head and continued to smile and said, "Grow up a little bit more." , to experience it.”

Ye Kuang didn't ask any more questions, Ye Sirui asked someone to carry him down to rest, but he refused, and bounced back to the house by himself.

Ye Sirui pondered for a moment, but he actually thought about more, Huiji will be hurt, Huiji will be hurt, if it is too perfect, it will easily become a defect.He came back to his senses, took the piece of paper, and walked towards the house of Ye Kuang's husband Zhou Hui.

Unsurprisingly, Zhou Hui was sitting in the room, bowing his head to write an article, while Ye Sirui stood at the door and called his name: "Bong Zhi?"

"My lord." Zhou Hui stood up and slightly cupped his hands in a gesture.Zhou Hui is only [-] years old, but he looks extremely mature.Not long after he passed the exam, his family had no money for him to go to Beijing for the exam, so he taught at Ye Sirui's home and also prepared for the exam.Ye Sirui was also a graduate of the imperial examination, and he would read his articles from time to time, praise or criticize the sharp point, and the two discussed with each other.

"You wrote this?" Ye Sirui showed him the paper.Zhou Hui's face changed slightly, "I wrote it."

"Why did you think of writing this?" Ye Sirui softened his tone.

Zhou Hui has returned to his normal state, "The students expressed their condolences for the elder brother who died early. They don't want to be punished by Young Master Kuang. Please make amends."

Ye Sirui did not ask for responsibility, but asked with concern: "Do you have a brother?"

"Yes." Zhou Hui lowered his eyes, as if he didn't want to talk about it, but he continued: "That happened 12 years ago..."