I am fickle

Although Jiang Wenlin committed suicide by taking poison, the doubts fall on my head, but those old men don't have conclusive evidence and can't do anything to me.

Jiang Bianmeng stood next to Aunt Bazi, dressed in black, "Sister, tell me why this child, Wenlin, can't think about committing suicide. If you have any grievances, you can tell my aunt."

Ba Zi looked at Jiang Bian Meng distressedly, patted her on the back lightly, and comforted her: "Sister San, don't be sad, don't hurt yourself."

I stood aside, looking at them contentedly, with a faint smile on my face all the time.

Jiang Bianmeng glanced at me, then tugged Aunt Bazi's sleeve again, with tears in her eyes, "Bazi, do you really not doubt Lin's death? Does it have anything to do with your good nephew?"

Relying on my aunt's presence to be so bold, what can you do if it doesn't matter, my eyes are full of disdain.

The aunt frowned, and said, "Third sister, don't talk nonsense, Ah Xian is the patriarch of Tu Shan, so you are not allowed to slander at will."

Jiang Bianmeng really felt sorry for Jiang Wenlin, she let go of her aunt's hand, and lay on Jiang Wenlin's coffin in grief: "The patriarch of Tushan can't slander at will, and the people on the other side can throw it away for no reason. Is it dead?"

Bazi sighed helplessly, and squatted beside Jiangbianmeng, trying to help her sad: "Third sister, you have to keep your body."

Jiang Bianmeng pushed her aunt away forcefully, and said coldly: "Bazi, your nephew is extremely honorable and my niece is like nothing, so don't be hypocritical."

Shameless, my aunt is kind, but I am not so easy to bully.

I helped my aunt who was squatting behind Mengmeng by the river, looked at my aunt with distress, and said, "Auntie, why do you post it if you don't know good people? I'll send my aunt back to rest."

Jiang Bianmeng looked at me fiercely, "Then why, I heard that you were not in the house on the day Wenlin died? Why, it just happened to be such a coincidence?"

I turned around and looked at Yunshan with a half-smile, Yunshan knelt down timidly: "Master, I just went to the kitchen to bring a bowl of soup and said something casually. Yunshan is guilty, please master." punish."

Jiang Bianmeng's voice sounded behind me: "Crime? Do you mean to reveal that you killed someone?"

My smile became colder and colder, and I looked at her calmly, and Yuan Xinyou immediately knelt on the ground: "It was Yuan Xinyou who asked her to serve the soup, and it was Yuan Xinyou who caused trouble for the master .”

My aunt tugged at my sleeve, with worried eyes, I snorted coldly and said, "Since you like to kneel, then kneel."

"Third Sister, even if Ah Xian was not in the room that day, it cannot be said to be Ah Xian's fault."

"Except for him, who would have such a big hatred for Wenlin? They had a dispute not long ago." Jiang Bianmeng was sure that I killed Jiang Wenlin.

"If I say no, then there is no. If you can't give me any evidence, why don't you ask her for me."

"Ah Xian..."

"Don't worry, auntie, if the dog bites me, I won't bite back." But, I can hit back.

I really don't understand how I have the patience to talk to her so much. Jiang Wenlin's eyes darkened, and she fell powerlessly beside the coffin.

"Third sister..." The aunt helped her up in distress.

I stood aside as if nothing had happened, and my aunt looked at me: "The past is over, I only hope that the living people are well."

I knew what she meant by guessing that I killed Jiang Wenlin, so I didn't explain, I just didn't bother to close my eyes: "I'm very magnanimous."