eat meat every day

Although he was told to get out, but the gauze on Master Qing Yu's body took up half of the country, even if he wanted to get out, he would be powerless.

Zou Yi sighed and told him to take off his clothes and change his dressing.

After Zou Yi woke up, he took over all the medicines for the wounded, changed a lot of prescriptions, but recovered extremely quickly.

Qingyu remembers that day when he woke up in a daze, with dull pain all over his body, especially in his chest. Every time he took a breath, it felt like a sharp pain like a needle prick. Gotta be piping hot.

Then Zou Yi didn't know what prescription he had prescribed, and paste some dark green herbal medicine on him, and the herbal medicine was cool and refreshing, and immediately relieved the pain from the wound.

No wonder Zou Yi is so dark-hearted and merciless when she puts away money, she really has the ability to rely on her talent and pride.

Zou Yi lightly shook his head and told him to turn around: "You are blocking the light."

Qing Yu recovered extremely quickly, on the one hand, it was Zou Yi's prescription, on the other hand, it was the special medicinal herb in the mountains, and on the other hand, Qing Yu's own resilience was strong. Surprised, there were countless large and small scars, some were sword wounds, and some were unbelievable—Zou Yi looked like scalds, whip wounds from bamboo sticks, and some couldn't tell , Those wounds are old wounds that have been accumulated for many years, and most of them are very pale, leaving only ugly small scars.

He quickly changed the medicine and asked Qing Yu to put on his clothes. Qing Yu boasted that she had rough skin and thick flesh, but she only put it on loosely, and half of her white belly was exposed. Zou Yi couldn't see it and covered him tightly with the quilt. Only a large head shining like a bead was exposed.

The dark eyes on his big head rolled around, and when he saw Zou Yi bandaging him, he stared at the quilt in a daze. The quilt was a picture of a red mandarin duck crossing their necks, and a green field protruded from the slippery quilt. Birds, Zou Yi thought blankly: red and green, what a game.

Qing Yu suddenly went to pull his sleeve, Zou Yi was in a daze, turned to look at him with a "huh", and saw Qing Yu whispered: "Are you so sure that the doctor who is addicted to drugs can be worthy? They have lived in mountains for generations. , more or less know how to identify medicinal materials."

Zou Yi said: "Didn't you also hear how loud the dog howled? When I went to prescribe medicine in the middle of the night, everyone heard it howling. It is not surprising that the murderer must pick a chaotic barking dog when he wants to prescribe medicine—"

"During the New Year's Eve dinner?"

Zou Yi nodded and said: "Before the banquet, Dongshan and I bumped into Miss San and Miss Yang's Fourth Miss arguing. Miss San didn't come at the New Year's Eve later, and she stayed in the room alone. Let's assume someone called her to eat, maybe How many times do you call? Conservatively, call once before the banquet, and once after the banquet, and stop calling after half of the meal. Should you call her over to eat the leftovers? It’s not decent to have guests.”

Qing Yu said: "That is to say, the medicine given during the New Year's Eve will take four hours to be effective from the second day's ugliness. Do you think the efficacy of ordinary herbal medicine is too low?"

Zou Yi said: "Yes, it needs to be condensed and processed. This is not something ordinary people can do."

Qingyu was silent for a moment and said: "Although this dog barks when it sees people, it never refuses food. The first time it sees you, it is willing to eat the sausage you feed. I don't know how many people have fed it."

Zou Yi patted the quilt on him and said with a smile: "Although that's the case, I still have to ask, maybe someone happened to bump into a sneaky guy."

As he spoke, he stood up, limped to the door with a cane, and first ordered the servants to find out who had been to Miss San's house during the New Year's dinner last night, and who had fed Miss San's pet dog. Come into the house and hand it over to Qing Yu for questioning.

After explaining, he went to the houses of several nobles to conduct his investigation.

The second young master Mo Lang went back to the house alone after dinner, because he didn't like popularity, so there was only one personal servant to serve him in the house; They chatted in the room, and they didn't go back to their rooms until after New Year's Eve.

For convenience, Zou Yi decided to visit the Second Young Master first.

When I arrived at the second young master's room, I really shivered.

It's pure, it's cold.

Zou Yi thinks that she is not a person who is afraid of the cold, and Qing Yu is even more rough-skinned and thick-skinned, able to walk in the snow in straw sandals, so the charcoal fire in the room of the two of them is still constant, and Qing Yu has never sweated profusely.

But Mo Lang seemed to be very afraid of heat, so he lit a brazier with a lingering flame in it, and he reckoned that it wouldn’t burn him if he stretched his hand over it, so Mo Lang put the brazier in the southeast corner and nestled himself on the couch in the northwest , wearing a very thin cotton coat.

Seeing Zou Yi coming, he called his servant to get tea, and poured it for Zou Yi himself, and the servant left quietly as soon as he put down the tea set.

While drinking tea, Zou Yi sized up the crippled second young master unobtrusively.

Looking at the beauty under the light, the lights in the beauty's room are not bright, but the hair is made blacker, the skin is whiter, the lips are as red as his big happy quilt, like a monster in human skin in the dead of night I can't help but show my original shape.

Zou Yi took a sip of hot tea to calm himself down, and said, "Second Young Master, don't worry about it, it's just a matter of routine, you just need to ask about it."

Mo Lang propped his chin and looked at him with a half-smile, but his brows were slightly frowned, as if a little impatient, he nodded.

"Where were you when you were ugly last night, what did you do, is there anyone to prove it?"

Mo Lang raised his eyebrows, and said casually: "I stayed in the room after eating, and took a break after doing embroidery for a while. Witness? Does my personal servant count as a witness?"

Zou Yi looked at him noncommittally for a while, then smiled and said, "Can I see the embroidery work of Second Young Master?"

Mo Lang let out a "tsk", and finally got off the couch, went to the bedside and pulled out the embroidery needle on the pillow, and took off the handkerchief nailed to the pillow.

Zou Yi glanced roughly, and felt that the handkerchief was very inexplicable. There was a bare tree embroidered on it, and a big yellow tumor grew on the top. Terrible.

The corners of Zou Yi's mouth raised, the corners of his eyes curled up, and he forced a genuine smile and said, "Second Young Master's fruit tree embroidery is really lifelike."

Mo Lang was silent for a moment, glanced at him with extremely strange eyes, and said, "This is Lamei."

Zou Yi: "..."

He took a sip of tea in a disguised manner, and Mo Lang said unceremoniously: "If you have anything else to ask, let's ask together."

Zou Yi shook her head, said "excuse me" and left.

Then there is Yulang.

Yulang is much more kind than Molang. Not only is the room warm and bright, but also good tea and snacks are served.

Yulang ordered Jiuqi to bring the pumpkin osmanthus cake, which was so sweet and soft that it even stuck to the teeth, and it was delicious with a cup of bitter tea.

Zou Yi asked casually, except for the second and third child who was eccentric and didn't like to get close to others, besides the personal servants, there were two others.

Before leaving, Zou Yi suddenly thought of something and said with a smile: "I went to the second young master's place before, and saw the handkerchiefs he embroiders, and I heard that all the men in Taoyuan Village are proficient in embroidery." Zou Yi paused and relaxed. My own goosebumps, "I wonder if the young master's can let me take a look?"

Yulang was very confident in his embroidery work, so he didn't hesitate after listening to it, and went straight to the dressing box.

Zou Yi drank tea behind him and stared at his back closely.

The veil he saw at Mo Lang's before was fixed on the pillow with embroidery needles.It's so strange, who would nail the veil next to the pillow?Are you not afraid of being stabbed?Or do all the men here have this custom?Zou Yi was not sure, he wanted to see where Yulang got it from.

After all, Yulang, as his name suggests, is indeed a quiet and beautiful jade, exuding the appearance of a good daughter-in-law who is knowledgeable and reasonable all over his body. He can be called a model for all the male compatriots in Taoyuan Village. What he does must be the most popular and most suitable. reasonable thing.

Yulang picked it up in the basket next to the vanity box, and showed him a newly embroidered handkerchief. In addition to the scenery, there were also poems, and the fonts were also correct and beautiful.

Yulang showed it to him, and couldn't help laughing when he looked at it carefully: "It's just a superficial effort to look at it so carefully."

Zou Yi hurriedly said: "Where is there, the eldest son's embroidery technique is really superb, and Zou can't help admiring it. Look at the flowers here, layered on top of each other. It must be a lot of work. Have you ever managed it?"

Yulang said: "It's never been pricked, it's just that my eyes hurt after looking at it for a long time, and I need to rest."

Zou Yi persuaded him to take a good rest, and impromptu splashed ink to write a prescription for dietary therapy, which was aimed at the eyes. The two of them came and went for a while, and Zou Yi got the answer he wanted to know.

"Needle? Who told you that the needle will be inserted indiscriminately, and if you forget it accidentally, you will stab someone. It's not a joke."

Zou Yi nodded in agreement, said a few more words, seeing that it was getting late, she left and went to other people's place.

Baolu and Ruohua went back to the room after the New Year's Eve holiday. Ruohua took a rest, but Baolu seemed unable to sleep, and was reading a book with the lamp on.

Finally went to the old lady's place, the old lady was fine, there was an old woman inside the house, and two black-faced men were guarding outside, Zou Yi saw that she had nothing to ask and saluted and left, but was stopped by the old lady on the way.

He turned his head and saw two deep, deep, ax-like wrinkles between her eyebrows. He heard her say very softly: "Can you really comfort my son... the spirit in heaven?"

Zou Yi paused, and only cupped his hands.

Now he only grasped some scattered clues, like the end of a thread, and couldn't draw out a clear thread.

Zou Yi returned to the room, Qing Yu handed him a piece of paper, and listed the names in order: Tian Ning, Bai Zhou, Bei Feng, Ruo Hua.

Qing Yuxu pointed to Miss Yang Fourth's name and said with a smile: "I heard that Miss Third treats her very coldly, but she is very affectionate."

Zou Yi didn't answer, put the paper on the table, took off the ermine cloak, and threw a few red dates into the brazier, burning a sweet and greasy aroma.

Seeing that he seemed to be freezing outside, Qing Yu stretched out her hand to the charcoal basin, because she was absent-minded, the hand was getting closer and closer, and it was about to become a burning pig's trotter, Qing Yu couldn't help calling him One sound.

Zou Yi snapped back to her senses, turned her head and said, "I found something at Mo Lang's before."

Qing Yu laughed: "What a coincidence, I also have something to tell you."

Zou Yi: "What?"

Qing Yu said: "Do you know how the second young master's legs are lame? I heard that the second young master used to be tricky, but he was quite lively. Isn't he quite lively? He didn't know how many times he couldn't change it until—"

He tuned an ending that was still full of meaning, and when Zou Yi went to see him, he saw that his eyes were burning with obvious expectation, so he almost wrote "Come and beg me" on his face.Zou Yi frowned, walked up to him and stuck his cold hands on his face, Qing Yu screamed and dodged, Zou Yi said: "There is one thing to say, there is another thing to say, two things to say, who are you kidding me about?"

Seeing that this person was quite ignorant, Qing Yu could only curl her lips and said: "Until he broke into Miss San's room."

Zou Yi blinked quickly.

Qing Yu said: "Then he was broken on the spot by the old lady who rushed over. This is the only time that the old lady beat the child in so many years. The third young lady has been extremely bored since she was a child, and she never allowed anyone to approach her. The servants she prepares will be changed every two months, and she will feel better until the green clothes come, but she is still bored. If you want to see her, you must first inform the green clothes, and then she decides whether to see or not, even the old lady can No exception."

Zou Yi met Qing Yu's eyes, his half-smile face disappeared, replaced by a serious one.

On a normal day, Zou Yi would have been amazed if he saw him like this, but at this moment he lost his mood, pondered for a moment and asked, "How old was he at that time?"

"Eight years old, Miss San is two years younger than him."

"It's normal for an eight-year-old child to be mischievous. It's also normal for a six-year-old child to suddenly rush into the house. Then what did he see that made his heart change and become gloomy and perverse?"

Breaking a person from cheerful and lively to gloomy and perverted is like a sapling that grows south and grows north. It must be extremely profound, painful and terrifying. It is not an ordinary thing. It is enough to subvert the three views that a child has just built, and it needs to be completely smashed, so that he can no longer have hope.

a secret.

A dark secret.

"But what shady secret does she have as a six-year-old child?"

Qing Yu frowned, suddenly seemed to think of something and couldn't help but her face darkened.He asked back: "You should think, what secrets should a six-year-old child have?"