On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags.

There were no other people in the mourning hall except them, Gongsun Zhuoyu thought for a moment, then went to the door and locked it, then turned to look at the maid: "What's your name?"

The servant girl was startled when she saw this, thinking he was going to do something, she knelt down on the ground with a thud, bowed her head in horror and dared not speak.

Gongsun Zhuoyu squatted down in front of her: "Girl, don't be afraid, you can answer whatever I ask. I swear on my life that what you said today will never reach the old lady's ears."

The servant girl still hesitated, and dared not speak.

Gongsun Zhuoyu had no choice but to say: "Could it be that the girl wants to go to the prison of the Beijing Law Department?"

These three words are obviously very powerful. When the servant girl heard "Jinglusi", she immediately raised her head in horror, waved her hands quickly, and almost cried: "My lord, please forgive me, I really don't know anything."

Gongsun Zhuoyu returned to the question just now: "What's the girl's name?"

The maid sobbed and said: "My lord, the name of this servant is Ziyan, and she has been serving the old lady in her room."

Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded: "Then do you recognize Siyun?"

Zi Yan shook her head hastily: "My lord, this servant really doesn't know Siyun, but the servants in the mansion have heard that she is from the embroidery room."

Gongsun Zhuoyu wondered if Siyun was still a celebrity in the Hong Mansion: "Oh? What did they talk about when they were chatting?"

Zi Yan glanced left and right, and then said with lingering fear: "I heard from them that Siyun was very good-looking, and was taken in by the young master, and was supposed to be brought into the room as a concubine, but for some reason, the young master fell ill because of illness. After her sudden death, she suddenly disappeared and her whereabouts have been unknown. Today, when the lord came to the door, we found out that she was dead."

The servants and maidservants of rich families are not allowed to go out easily, and their news is naturally not well-informed.

Gongsun Zhuoyu pointed to the corner of the wall and said, "Then do you know who was kneeling here?"

Ziyan was startled when she heard the words, she fell back and sat on the ground: "How does your lord know?!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't miss any expression on her face: "If the girl knows something, you'd better tell the truth, I will definitely not implicate you, otherwise the girl can only go to the prison for trial."

Zi Yan shook her head with red eyes, almost crying: "My lord, you don't believe it, this slave once saw a ghost here..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu's eyes froze: "How do you say it?"

Zi Yan sobbed softly: "Since the young master died suddenly, the old lady has issued an order that no one is allowed to enter or leave the mourning hall. Only when the coffin is buried in the ground ten days ago will the servants be allowed to come in and clean it."

As she spoke, she subconsciously glanced at the corner of the wall, and then quickly looked away, as if remembering something terrible, her body trembling slightly: "Before the coffin of the young master was buried, the servant once sneaked in to find the lost cat. , but who ever thought but saw..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu asked, "What did you see?"

Ziyan recalled what happened that night, her expression was still a little dazed, she just felt as if she was dreaming: "Slave servant... Slave servant saw a woman kneeling in the corner of the wall, she kept looking up at the sky, her mouth was wide open, Burning a piece of wick is really terrifying..."

Gongsun Zhuoyu squinted his eyes when he heard the words, thinking that the woman might be Siyun.

Ziyan clutched her chest, and said with lingering fear: "In the middle of the night, this servant thought she had hit a ghost, and after returning home, she fell seriously ill, and always saw the woman's figure in a trance. If it wasn't for the old lady's order today, this servant would never dare Come to the mourning hall."

Gongsun Zhuoyu thought that this mourning hall was ordered by Mrs. Hong not to enter, so the human wax placed in it would naturally have something to do with her, but she just wanted to find out the reason and needed more clues.

Gongsun Zhuoyu helped Ziyan up from the ground, and didn't ask her any more, otherwise she would really be troubled, but asked: "Where is the embroidery room?"

Zi Yan bit her lip and pointed to the east: "The embroidered room is buzzing with machine guns every day, my lord has been walking east, and you can find it by listening to the sound."

Gongsun Zhuoyu glanced at her: "You wait for me here, if the old lady asks, you just say that I ran away by myself, there is no need to say anything else."

Zi Yan nodded: "This servant will definitely keep his mouth shut."

Gongsun Zhuoyu came out of the mourning hall, and walked along the east side, as expected, he heard a messy sound of locomotive looms, followed the sound, and saw an embroiderer sitting in the courtyard weaving.

Gongsun Zhuoyu originally wanted to listen to the corner outside, but the embroiderer was too focused and didn't say a word while weaving. He stood for a long time without hearing anything, so he could only walk in.

The Hong residence rarely saw strange male guests, and the embroidered lady subconsciously stopped when she saw Gongsun Zhuoyu walking in: "Who are you?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu opened his eyes and said nonsense: "Sister, I came here with my master to offer incense to the young master of the Hong family. Because I don't know the way, I came here in a daze. May I ask how to get to the front hall?"

He didn't wear an official uniform today, and since someone in the Hong family had just died, he deliberately picked out plain clothes, saying that he could barely pass the entourage of any high-ranking official.

Xiu Niang pointed him in the direction: "Just follow the rockery pond."

Gongsun Zhuoyu quickly thanked her, and from the corner of her eyes, she accidentally caught a glimpse of the pattern of the embroiderer's cloth, and suddenly said in amazement: "Oh! My sister's hands are too skillful. The pattern of this fabric is exquisite and exquisite. I can see the craftsmanship in the palace. But that's it!"

The embroiderer is in her early fifties, and she is equivalent to an aunt in future generations. There is no aunt who doesn't like to chat. She immediately smiled happily when she heard the words: "There is no such thing as a coincidence, but I just knit casually." , at a young age, the mouth is sweet."

Gongsun Zhuoyu immediately beat the snake and came to her side with the stick: "Sister, don't believe me, I'm telling the truth. When I came, I don't know who told me that the embroidery room here belongs to someone who is called what?" ...Siyun's girl is the best at crafting, so is my sister Siyun?"

"Pfft!" Xiu Niang glared at him, "I'm not Siyun, that little hoof is already dead, bad luck!"

Gongsun Zhuoyu could hear some implication from her words, and said deliberately: "Dead? Is it true or not? Is my sister lying to me?"

The embroidered lady was getting old, and her mouth was broken, and she couldn't hold back her thoughts.Seeing no one around, he was idle anyway, so he simply chatted with Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Is there anyone who deceives people with this kind of thing? If you die, you die. Why lie to you?"

Gongsun Zhuoyu said: "That's really jealous of beauty, such a good girl, why did she die so early?"

Xiu Niang said: "Who says it's not, that little hoof is indeed suffering, and for no reason, the young master has his eyes on it, and..."

Up to this point, she suddenly fell silent, and sighed thoughtlessly: "It's a blessing, not a curse, and it's a disaster that can't be avoided."

Gongsun Zhuoyu hurriedly said: "Sister, don't tempt me. I like listening to stories the most. Tomorrow my master will be transferred back to Qingzhou. I'm afraid I have to go with him. I won't be able to return to the capital for a few days. You are not like me. Tell me about her."

Things like gossip are only interesting if they are discussed together, how uncomfortable I feel in my heart.Xiuniang heard Gongsun Zhuoyu say that he would leave Beijing tomorrow, and she expected nothing would happen, so she whispered: "You have to cover your mouth tightly, this matter is not trivial."

Gongsun Zhuoyu nodded: "My mouth is the tightest, sister, please speak quickly."

The embroiderer shook her head: "That Siyun, she is really good at embroidery. One day when she was delivering the clothes, the young master fell in love with her and wanted to accept her as his aunt. Phoenix."

Gongsun Zhuoyu followed and said, "It's a pity that your young master died suddenly."

Xiu Niang said: "Who says it's not? I heard that on the night of the young master's sudden death, she waited in the room, and disappeared early the next morning. Whether he was dead or alive, there was no whereabouts."

Gongsun Zhuoyu asked: "Then do you know where she went?"

Xiu Niang shook her head: "You can't talk nonsense, but she is probably dead. Who made her unlucky? When the young master died suddenly, he happened to be waiting by the side. The old lady beat her several times with a cane in anger. Many people I've seen it all."

Gongsun Zhuoyu guessed secretly, maybe the old lady turned her anger on Siyun because of the sudden death of her most beloved grandson, then she was too vicious.

Only in this way, the case is a bit tricky.If Siyun was really killed by Mrs. Hong, let alone whether she admits it or not, just how to arrest him is a big problem.

Gongsun Zhuoyu didn't stay long and left in a hurry.If you want to know what happened the night the young master of the Hong family died suddenly, besides asking the servants in the mansion, you can only ask the doctor.

When Gongsun Zhuoyu rushed back to the mourning hall, Ziyan was standing at the door and waiting anxiously, seeing him coming, she trotted forward: "My lord, you can count yourself back, the old lady just sent someone to ask, and the slave said you went The latrine, that's how I managed to prevaricate."

Gongsun Zhuoyu touched a piece of silver from his sleeve and handed it to her: "Miss hard work, let's go back to the front yard now."

Zi Yan hesitated to take it, then bowed his knees and saluted: "Thank you for your reward, sir."

As Gongsun Zhuoyu walked towards the front hall, he asked her: "Miss, do you know who were the doctors who saw the young master on the night of his sudden death?"

Zi Yan thought about it and said: "I can't count the slaves, but Lord Gongsun can just find a sage. On the night of the young master's sudden death, the family almost invited famous doctors from all over the capital, but they were still unable to recover. "

Gongsun Zhuoyu suddenly said: "Then do you know who was invited first?"

Ziyan said: "It should be Dr. Ma from Mingchuntang. If the servants remember correctly, if the master of the house has a headache, he will always be invited to diagnose the pulse."

The first person to arrive can often witness the whole process, Gongsun Zhuoyu made up his mind to go to Mingchun Hall to find out the news later, but before that, he had to say goodbye to Mrs. Hong according to the etiquette.

"It's really disturbing to come to the door today. I would like to ask the old lady to express my condolences. I will take my leave now."

Zi Yan returned to the old lady's side, and said in a low voice: "Master Gongsun put three sticks of incense on the young master, and didn't go anywhere else."

Mrs. Hong opened her eyes when she heard the words, nodded imperceptibly, and said to Gongsun Zhuoyu: "Then the lord will walk slowly all the way. The old man has bad legs and feet, so it's inconvenient to see him off."

Gongsun Zhuoyu cupped his hands: "Madam, please stay."

After he finished speaking, he seemed to be about to leave, but he remembered something, turned around and looked at Mrs. Hong, and asked as if confirming: "Does the old lady really not remember that there is a maid named Siyun in the house?"

Mrs. Hong still said the same thing: "I am old and my memory is not good."