Yangcheng

When Tang Guanqiu was found, the plaster that Tang Guanqiu had put on his forehead was still oozing blood.

Her face was pale, and she was leaning on the wall and stumbling to go out.

"Sister!" Tang Jianwei immediately stepped forward to help her, "How did you get this injury?"

Tang Guanqiu's eyes were a little straight, he looked at his sister's face for a long time, and then said:

"Shen Yue, he's dead."

Tang Jianwei saw that her eyes were bloodshot, and she didn't seem to notice that her hair was messed up. It was completely different from the usual meticulous manner of a big sister.

Tang Jianwei clenched her arm tightly, maintained her balance, and wanted to say a few words of comfort, but he was still in the fog and didn't know how it happened. He couldn't find a word of comfort even after searching for a long time Character.

If he wanted to ask the steward of the Shen residence about the adultery, he couldn't open his mouth.

On the other hand, Tang Guanqiu regained his sanity after seeing his sister, and knelt down beside the case:

"They said that Shen Yue died in battle in Suichuan, and even his body... was never found."

Tang Jian frowned slightly: "So, isn't Shen Yue in the coffin?"

Tang Guanqiu lowered his eyes: "It's a bloody coat."

The wound on Tang Guanqiu's forehead was the result of the fall when Shen's family told him that Shen Yue had died in battle.

When she learned that her beloved wife had died in battle in a foreign land, she lost her soul, stepped on the ground, and knocked her head on the stone steps, bleeding out a big puddle on the spot.

He injured his head and was given an unwarranted reputation. When he received the letter of divorce, Tang Guanqiu's head hurt so badly that he couldn't get off the ground.

I don't know if it was caused by the headache, but the nausea in her chest came one after another, making her feel like a small boat on the rough waves, retching again and again.

After finally getting better, when he was trying to go out, he met Tang Jianwei.

Tang Jianwei glanced at the divorce letter on the case table, Tang Guanqiu saw where his sister was looking, held her arm tightly, and almost shouted:

"I never did anything to apologize to Shen Yue! I didn't! I never did!"

Tang Jianwei said: "Of course I know how deep the relationship between you two is. Don't say I'm sorry for Shen Yue, even if she frowns, my sister will feel sorry for the whole day. She went to the Northwest for two years. How has my sister been doing in the past two years?" I can also see the dream of Hunchi, how could my sister be empathetic?"

Tang Jianwei's firm words hit Tang Guanqiu's heart, which was what she wanted to hear.

Tang Guanqiu's long-suffering heart eased slightly because of his sister's words.

But when he thought about Shen Yue's death, he still felt as if he was trapped in a nightmare, with chills all over his body.

Tang Jianwei came to Shen's mansion to find his sister, just to discuss with her eldest sister about Aye's arrest, and it would be best if the Shen family could help to find out about Aye's situation.

I didn't expect that there would be turmoil here, too.

Judging from the words of the housekeeper of the Shen residence, the matter of the elder sister being wronged for adultery is probably a final conclusion in the Shen family.

The letter of divorce has been sent, what else can I say?

Tang Jianwei found that there was a very rough bundle on the head of the bed, which was obviously not prepared by the eldest sister.

I'm afraid the Shen family couldn't wait to let the eldest sister leave, and even helped pack up their belongings!

Tang Jianwei was furious.

Shen Yue is dead, so it doesn't matter if the Shen family doesn't wait!

Tang Jianwei told Tang Guanqiu what happened at home recently, and Tang Guanqiu actually heard about it.

She heard the news of A Weng's death, and Aye was arrested again. She was about to rush back to the Tang family, but suddenly received the news of Shen Yue's death in battle, and she didn't want another accident to follow.

His head was bruised and there was no one to take care of him.

After being in a coma for a long time, it has become such a situation when she wakes up again.

"Why do disasters come so densely that people can't breathe."

Tang Guanqiu's words made Tang Jianwei a little apprehensive.

Indeed, too much of a coincidence.

Before leaving Shen's house, Tang Guanqiu wanted to see Shen Yue's coffin no matter what.

The coffin was not seen, but was beaten out by the Shen family.

"You adulteress insulted the lintel of my Shen's family, and you still dare not leave? How dare you come here? You are not afraid of dirtying the mourning hall of the eldest lady! Letting you leave the Shen's house is because of the old days between you and the eldest lady. I'm being polite, if something happens again..."

The members of the Shen family took a step forward, all vicious and vicious, as if they would strike at the next moment.

Tang Jianwei pointed forward the kitchen knife she just came out from the kitchen to defend herself, blocked it in front of her sister, and shouted: "I see who dares!"

The housekeeper of the Shen family said sadly: "Tang Sanniang, I advise you not to make trouble. Hurry up and go home to clean up the mess of your Tang family."

Tang Guanqiu didn't care about other people's insults and threats, but only read about the coffin.

Even if it's a bloody dress, it belongs to Shen Yue, and she wants to send Shen Yue off for the last time.

Tang Jianwei saw that the Shen family's expressions were not friendly, if they stayed here, the other party might really attack, and they would only suffer at that time.

She talked so much that she almost hugged Tang Guanqiu and dragged him out of the Shen residence.

This matter is absurd, I don't know what tricks are hidden in it, Tang Jianwei still can't understand it for the time being.

After going back and discussing with A Niang, I will make plans.

Tang Guanqiu's horses were all taken away by the Shen family, so Tang Jianwei had no choice but to share one with her, and went to the Tang residence full of doubts.

The pain of losing his wife and the injury on his head made Tang Guanqiu dizzy and could barely sit still.

Tang Jianwei hugged her tightly to prevent her from falling off the horse.

Walking halfway, she met Zitan who came looking for her out of breath.

"A-Lang, A-Lang is back!" Zi Tan came here, still angry, and hurriedly reported the matter to Tang Jianwei.

Tang Jianwei lifted his spirits and asked her:

"How is my condition, Aye? Is there any injury!"

Zitan's expression flickered, but he just looked at her and didn't answer.

"But it's okay to say!" Tang Jianwei wished he could dismount and drag Zitan, shaking the words out of her mouth.

No matter what time it is, she is still hesitating here!

"Is Aye injured or disabled?!" Tang Jianwei cast out the most terrifying conjecture and asked Zitan.

Unexpectedly, what Zitan said was a hundred times more cruel than she thought.

Zitan: "Ah, Ah Lang has passed away. My aunt, San Niang, my condolences."

Tang Jianwei thought he had heard wrong.

"already……"

Gone?

Tang Jianwei and Tang Guanqiu froze like stone statues at the same time, and could no longer speak a word.

Hurry back to the Tang Mansion at full speed.

Tang Jianwei almost blew the horse's ass, the horse ran extremely fast, flashed across the avenue like lightning, and the pedestrians backed away in shock.

The eldest sister in her arms is not good at riding, and she is crumbling under the wild gallop.

Tang Jianwei guarded her tightly, but his mind was in a mess.

At the gate of the Tang Mansion, Tang Jianwei jumped off his horse, and carried Tang Guanqiu down again.

"You... go first." Tang Guanqiu was already suffering from a splitting headache, and his face had lost any color during the journey, so he managed to stand still by holding on to the horse post.

Tang Jianwei didn't care too much, threw the reins to his sister, shouted "Aye" to the mansion, and rushed in.

Tang Guanqiu slowed down for a moment, feeling that the Tang mansion was strangely quiet, so quiet that it made her feel scared.

When she put the reins on the horse post, she happened to look at the stone lion on the top of the post.

The stone lion opened its mouth ferociously at her, with a half-smile.

"Aye——Aunt—!"

On weekdays, Tang Jianwei would never call people around like this unruly, but now she was eager to know about her father's condition, and she couldn't care less.

Today she was wearing a short jacket with hakama pleats for the convenience of movement. After hearing Zitan's words, she was even more anxious, and rushed into the front yard in two or three steps.

But seeing that the front yard was uncharacteristically empty, he went to the front hall again.

As soon as she walked through the small courtyard to the front hall, she saw the servants with their backs turned to her, surrounding something, talking in a low voice.

She knew that her A Weng's coffin was originally placed there, but from the crowd, she vaguely saw a corner of A Weng's coffin.

What they surrounded was not Ah Weng's coffin, but something else.

Tang Jianwei walked forward in a daze, trying to squeeze in, but was blocked, and the servants didn't react after pushing for a long time.

What the slaves were saying couldn't reach Tang Jianwei's ears at all.

They seemed to be sucked into their souls by something, and they didn't move.

"Step aside!"

The fire in Tang Jianwei's heart suddenly burned to the top of his head, he was furious, and with a loud roar, he pulled two or three people out by the back collar.

Regardless of whether the house slaves were overthrown by him, Tang Jianwei crashed directly into the innermost part.

The two coffins were side by side, and A Weng was lying in one of them. This was a scene she was familiar with.

And she, Aye, was lying in the other pair, which looked a little strange no matter how she looked.

It may be because Aye is wearing strange clothes that don't fit well.

She knew what the scene in front of her meant, but for a moment she felt absurdly out of it.

She took two steps forward, reached into the coffin, sniffed, and felt Aye's pulse.

Aye's whole body was cold, and he had indeed passed away.

Looking at his deformed face, it seems that he has been dead for some time.

"I, Aye, how did you die?"

Tang Jianwei turned around and asked. After scanning the whole circle, no one in the Tang family could answer her question.

"Uncle Cha?" Tang Jianwei looked at the butler of the Tang residence.

Uncle Cha's face was so wrinkled that he couldn't find his facial features: "When the officials sent Alang back just now, it was already like this..."

"How long has I, Aye, been dead?" Tang Jianwei didn't expect that he could still ask calmly at this time.

Uncle Cha didn't answer, the groom standing aside said:

"I asked the official, and the official said that it has been several days since Ah Lang passed away."

"How many days? That means something happened not long after he was taken away. Does the official have anything to say? Why did Aye die?"

Tang Jianwei thought about it, Aye's body was intact and sent back by the officials himself, it didn't look like he was convicted.

Otherwise, don't say take the initiative to send back the body, I'm afraid the government has sent someone to come over and search the entire Tang Mansion.

The groom faltered and said: "The official came in a hurry and left even more hastily, and didn't ask too many questions..."

Tang Jianwei stared at him for a moment, and didn't ask any more questions on the spot.

She knew how much she was trembling all over, but at this moment she didn't want to show panic and cowardice at all.

"Where is my aunt?" Tang Jianwei folded his hands together, holding each other firmly, restraining himself.

The slave said: "The lady is not feeling well this morning, she has not been out of the house, I am afraid she is still sleeping at the moment."

Tang Jianwei knew about such a major event as Aye's death, and the servants didn't dare to tell her aunt directly, they were all waiting for her, the prostitute, to come back to make a decision.

Sooner or later it's all about talking.

Tang Jianwei took a deep breath, as if this breath could bring back some of the lax soul.

When she went out of the front hall and walked through the corridor to A Niang's room, she bumped into Tang Guanqiu.

Tang Guanqiu pulled her: "How is Aye?"

After Tang Jianwei told her the truth, he dragged her along without waiting for her reaction:

"This matter is a bit strange, so we can't talk about it outside. Let's go to Aniang first and discuss it in the long run."

From childhood to adulthood, no matter how big things happen, as long as A Niang is by his side, even if the sky falls, Tang Jianwei will not be afraid.

"Mother, I'm coming in!"

Tang Jian slightly pushed the door, but it didn't open.

Latched?

Tang Jianwei was flustered, and shouted twice, but Auntie didn't respond.

Unable to wait any longer, she and Tang Guanqiu kicked open the door together.

When the door opened wide, both of them saw a pair of feet dangling in the air at the same time.

Tang Jian slightly lowered his head to look at the low stool that had been kicked to the ground, while Tang Guanqiu raised his head.

Just when Tang Jianwei was about to raise his head, his eyes were suddenly covered.

"Don't, don't look..."

The voice of Tang Guanqiu, who was covering her eyes, was fragmented, grinding into Tang Jianwei's ears, rattling.

She saw nothing, but she already knew what was going on.

It was as if a layer of skin had been peeled off, and my whole body was in severe pain.

The cold wind poured into Tang Jianwei's internal organs, so cold that she almost fainted.