The ghost hooked

The yamen servant over there went to look for someone, but the condition of the maid here was obviously not good, so Yuan Qingrong hurriedly ordered to find a doctor.

Seeing that the servant girl seemed to faint again, the yamen servant was ordered to drag her to a side room to wait, and the accident happened at this time.

The maid actually pretended to be dizzy, and when everyone was not paying attention, she bumped her head against the pillar, and died immediately.

The change happened so fast, even Wu Ying who was waiting in the hall did not expect it.

Even before he testified against Qiu Shi, he died!Yuan Qingrong, one head and two big, looked at the master who hadn't finished writing down the case, his brows were almost knotted.

There was no testimonial in court, and there was no signature or pledge. The servant girl died, and there was only one sentence left, but this was only heard by a few people in the hall. If Qiu refused to admit it, it could not be used as evidence.

It seems that this Qiu family can't be convicted!

Of the people in the room, only Cheng Fu breathed a sigh of relief. If it was found out that it was his concubine who did it, then the conclusion of suicide he made before would be like a sharp knife hanging around his neck. There is no escape.Now that the servant girl is dead, and there is no proof of her death, he is much more relaxed.

The matter of this day had to be ended hastily, Aunt Qiu was put in prison, and Yuan Qingrong and his party returned to the inn with a serious face.

That night, Cheng Fu paced back and forth in the study, he was quite puzzled about Yuan Qingrong's arrival.I don't know if the imperial envoy came here specially for him, or if he happened to transfer to Quanzhou during his search.

He also had suspicions about the Qiu family, the maid's words were still in his ears, could it be that the person who slept with him all these years was really a poisonous woman?

The more I think about it, the more clueless I become, and the more I think about it, the more irritable I become.

Just when Cheng Fu was hesitating whether to go to the dungeon to see Mrs. Qiu, someone knocked on the door of the study.

"Didn't I say that there is nothing important, so don't come to me!" Cheng Fu frowned and shouted at the door.

Just when he thought that the servant had already left, the door of the study was gently pushed open, and a woman about his age entered.

The woman didn't wear makeup, her face was plain, her body was clean, she was obviously a well-educated person.

Seeing the visitor, Cheng Fu frowned even deeper, and asked, "Madam, why are you here?"

"If you don't come to look for me, why don't you allow me to look for you?" Mrs. Cheng said, "You and I are husband and wife, so what's wrong with me coming to see you today?"

Mrs. Cheng has been eating fast and chanting Buddha in the backyard these years, and she seldom comes out to walk around. It is impossible for her to go out to meet people today.

Cheng Fu asked, "Madam, what's the matter?"

She took out a piece of paper from her bosom and handed it to Cheng Fu. Mrs. Cheng said, "I just want to give this to you."

"What is it that Madam has to make a special trip to? Just order a maid to make a trip." Cheng Fu took the page, opened it, and looked at it, his face full of disbelief.

It was written on the paper: Today Qiu is six months pregnant, she is a daughter, she needs rest, and the prescription is as follows...

The signature is Dr. Yang, and there is still a date, which is October eight years ago.

After a little calculation, this Qiu family is Cheng Fu's concubine, Cheng Fu naturally refused to believe it, he asked: "Ma'am, what do you mean?"

"Eight years ago, your concubine, Mrs. Qiu, got some women's diseases, so she asked a doctor who specializes in treating such diseases. The doctor was Doctor Yang, a well-known doctor in Fucheng. The words on this paper are He wrote it." Mrs. Cheng said: "However, Dr. Yang has been there for some years, but fortunately he still has some disciples, if you don't believe me, you can ask someone to find his disciples to see if the handwriting is correct!"

Since Mrs. Cheng dared to take out the paper, she was naturally not afraid of verifying it. Even if Cheng Fu didn't ask anyone to read it, he believed the contents of the paper seven or eight points.

"You mean that Xiuzhu is not my son?" Cheng Fu asked.

"I didn't give birth to Xiuzhu. If you ask me, how would I know? You should ask your concubine." Mrs. Cheng said.

The words didn't come out of Qiu's mouth, Cheng Fu was somewhat lucky, he stuffed the page into his bosom, and hurried out of the study.

Mrs. Cheng in the room looked at the disappearing figure, raised her chin, and slightly raised the corners of her mouth with a hint of sarcasm. This is the person she had her eyes on back then!

Mrs. Cheng's family lived in the capital. When she was a daughter of a Beijing government official's family, she married Cheng Fu, who was in the second class.

It's a pity that within a few years of their marriage, Mrs. Cheng's father was gone, and Mrs. Cheng had no natal family to rely on, and she couldn't help Cheng Fu on her official career.

Cheng Fu didn't treat her as well as before, and because Mrs. Cheng didn't give birth to a son, she took a local businesswoman from Quanzhou Prefecture as a concubine.

In fact, that woman was not the daughter of a wealthy businessman at all, but Cheng Fu's cousin, and the two had already had a relationship.

Seeing Mrs. Cheng's natal family losing power, Cheng Fu welcomed his cousin into the mansion and pampered her in every possible way, which meant that the concubine was the mistress of the house.

Mrs. Cheng has a delicate mind, how could she fail to see the key.But husband and wife are one body, and she didn't want to disturb the family, so she endured it, thinking that if she wanted to blame, she could only blame herself for giving birth to two daughters.

Since then, she has also paid more attention to the pregnancy of the woman in the house. Although it will not harm anyone, she also wants to see who can give birth to a son for Cheng Fu, so she will send people to inquire about the pregnancy of concubines in the mansion. .

Cheng Fu was destined to be childless. Seven years ago, what should have been a girl baby turned into a boy baby.

Mrs. Cheng originally wanted to tell the truth of the matter, but she thought again, if Cheng Fu can take in one concubine, he can take in ten concubines, it is better to keep this one who has a handle, so that the back house can be more peaceful.

During the seven years, Cheng Fu treated the baby boy of unknown origin as a treasure, even doted on the Qiu family, and completely disappointed Mrs. Cheng.

Seeing that Cheng Fu was finally in trouble, Mrs. Cheng smiled, she didn't know if she was laughing at her own vision, or Cheng Fu had to keep raising his son for others.

This is also a good result, isn't it?

On the second day, several people in the inn got the news that Mrs. Qiu committed suicide in the dungeon.

Now that the case is over, Xue Baigui and the others are ready to leave Quanzhou Mansion and go north to return to Beijing.

Yuan Qingrong came here specifically to investigate Cheng Fu this time. Apart from the affairs of the back house, he also wanted to check the account books of previous years, so he didn't go with a few people. He thought that Cheng Fu's official career after coming to Cheng Fu had no hope of promotion.

The weather was fine and it was homecoming day, everyone was very happy.

Xiao Bao finally got on the horse's back, thanks to the little white dog. Zhang Tiantian has the ability to tame animals. Once he sits on the horse's head, the horse's body will be stable, even if Xiao Bao climbs up. , I don't see the horse being manic.

Wu Ying was riding alone on the white horse, feeling disappointed in his heart, he was being bullied too much, Qin Huai didn't pay much attention to him recently, the gain outweighed the loss!

Xue Xiujie, Xue Baigui, and Qin Huai were sitting in the carriage. Xue Xiujie lifted the curtain to look at Xiaobao in front of him, and said worriedly: "Xiaobao has an affair with the horse. Will the bloody BMW suddenly go crazy and drive us all away?" Pull and fly out?"

"How could it be?" Qin Huai leaned against the back wall of the car, and said, "Xiao Bao is so cute, how can the horse dislike him and throw him off?"

Xue Xiujie looked "you don't know much", glanced at Qin Huai, did not continue the topic, but asked, "Why didn't you ride with Wuying today?"

Qin Huai hummed and said, "That guy is not a good guy!"

Wuying does things properly, and his skills are good, and he has never seen him being evaluated like this. Xue Xiujie was very curious, and asked: "How do you say that?"

Pulling aside the curtains, Qin Huai looked outside and said, "Who knows, I just don't like him."

"Che, there will be a day when you like him!" Xue Xiujie replied, and then remembered something again, and he asked again: "I said Qin Scholar, you are a wandering scholar, and you don't travel around, why did you follow us back to the capital?"

Glaring at Xue Xiujie, Qin Huai said: "You still said that we were friends that time, how could you drive me away at this time?"

Thinking of the days of drinking together, Xue Xiujie touched his nose and said, "I didn't mean that, I just asked about your plan."

Putting down the curtains, Qin Huai yawned and said, "It should be soon."

This sentence has no beginning and no end, it is obvious that Qin Huai does not want to say more.Xue Xiujie couldn't ask any more questions, and the carriage fell into silence.

Although Xue Baigui was sitting here, his heart didn't know where he had gone. He was thinking about how to tell his parents about Xiaobao after returning home.

Although there are cases of cutting sleeves in this world, those men often marry wives and have children, or marry a regular wife and raise a rabbit son at home.

Xue Baigui is different from them, he can only pretend that Xiaobao is alone in his heart, he wants to live with Xiaobao as a couple for the rest of his life, but he doesn't know how to explain to his parents.

None of the three spoke, and for a moment, silence covered the carriage, like the tranquility before the storm.

Thirty miles away from Quanzhou, the storm finally came.

Xue Baigui and his party passed through a forest and met a group of twenty or thirty people.

These people covered their faces with black cloth, covered their bodies with black clothes, and held knives in their hands. They were obviously not good people.

The little white dog, sitting firmly on the horse's head, barked when it saw these masked men. Looking at the knives shining white in the sun, it only needed a few heroic knives before commanding Put your head down on your horse.

I saw the little white tuanzi squatting on the horse's head, jumped to the ground swiftly, and ran back quickly. Its target was Xue Wen's leg, and it could climb onto the carriage. The most honorable person here is Xue Baigui. It must be the safest!

It's a pity that the reality is not always as good as the dream. The little white dog got off the horse, and immediately there was only Xiao Bao left.

The horse jumped up and down, bringing the whole carriage along with it, and just when it wanted to raise its hoof to throw Xiaobao off, Wuying finally made a move and lifted Xiaobao up from the horse. He stepped on the shaft to stabilize the carriage, and sent Xiaobao back to the door.

The people in the carriage heard the little white dog barking, and wanted to see what happened, but the carriage shook violently, tossing a few people who don't know how to kung fu.

Finally the carriage stopped shaking, Xiaobao opened the door curtain and put the little white dog into the carriage.

The little white dog waving its four short legs got into Xue Baigui's arms. Human beings are so scary that they even chased down dogs.

It was only when the carriage was stabilized that the man in black in the other car was a little disappointed seeing that the group couldn't torment themselves to death, so he decided to do it. The leader in black waved his hand, and two or thirty people raised their knives rushed up.

The author has something to say: Orz guess where is the next dungeon?