illegitimate child

Inside the Qingyu Village.

Everyone is plain, and the beam is white silk.

An ebony coffin was placed in the open area of ​​the courtyard, and fourteen monks were invited to sit around the coffin, wearing yellow cassocks and holding wooden fish, and recite the mantra of passing away together.

In addition, twenty-eight Taoist priests are invited to wear Taoist robes, hold dust whisks in their hands, light sandalwood in front of them, sit around the monks, and recite the wise words of the Supreme Master to save suffering.

The Buddhist scriptures and the Taoism overlap and entangle, which is another general solemnity.

Master Du was completely naked, kneeling in front of the coffin with a haggard face.

According to the original regulations of the Li Dynasty, when the father dies and the mother dies, the children wear white to observe their filial piety for twenty-five months, and when the son dies, the elders do not need to wear white.

Only when the eldest son of an aristocratic family dies, his parents can wear white for him.But Du Shaoshang's seniority is not high, he is really a junior.The second is the son of a concubine, not from the direct line.However, Mr. Du still invited the monks to come to the rescue overnight, personally guarded the spirit of Du Shaoshang, and ordered the whole house to be silent.

It can be seen that Du Shaoshang's position in Master Du's heart.

The steward got the news and waited outside the courtyard, because he didn't dare to rush in to disturb the ritual, so he had to wait for three quarters of an hour. When Master Du walked out of the courtyard, he stepped forward and said, "Master, the people sent out didn't bring the villain back."

Master Du's voice was hoarse, his brows were full of exhaustion, "What happened?"

The steward took the copper basin brought by the servant and waited for Master Du to wash his hands.

"Someone in the village saw that a woman led others to tie up Liu Lu and others."

Master Du dipped his hands in the copper basin, and a layer of water vapor dripped down his fingertips. He sighed and said, "Xingniang is back, let's go and have a look."

"Master, don't worry. No matter how much the eldest lady doesn't like your husband, she is also a brother and sister. No matter what, she will never make trouble in front of your husband's spirit. The master and the lady should talk it over and let her hand over the villain." The steward said while handing over A sackcloth for wiping hands.

Master Du took the sackcloth and smiled wryly: "She has never regarded Shang'er as her own brother. In her eyes, Shang'er is the proof that I have betrayed their mother and daughter. I wish he would die before he is clean. I am afraid this trip will not go well."

"Master, now that your husband has passed away early, the lady is your only remaining blood, you must not conflict with her again." The steward comforted her earnestly.

After one night, Mr. Du was no longer insane. He also had a long history of wind and rain. He fought in youth, lost his wife in middle age, and lost his son in his old age.

Huang Zhiweng's courtyard.

The nursing yard brought by Du Chunxing surrounded the small courtyard, and birds and animals could not enter.

Song Ling and the three of them were in the shape of a character to observe in the room.

"Jinnian, are you sure the assassin really didn't go out last night?" Du Chunxing frowned while holding an oil lamp.

Previously, the three of them gathered in the ancestral hall and decided to investigate first where Du Shaoshang's body was found.

It stands to reason that when Du Shao's body was just discovered last night, he should have dug the ground three feet to find out.

But under Song Ling's intentional indulgence, he and Luo Jinnian were directly imprisoned in the ancestral temple, and Master Du seemed too sad to forget about it.

Surprisingly, no one has come to investigate this place until now.

Luo Jinnian looked around vigilantly, for fear that someone would pop out from the corner of the door.

"Yes, I saw him enter this room with my own eyes."

Song Ling put down the bronze horse that he picked up from the shelf, looked back at Du Chunxing, took the oil lamp in her hand, looked around the room and said with a smile, "Auntie, what do you think is missing in this room?"

Du Chunxing didn't know what was going on, she looked around the room like him and asked, "What's missing?"

Huang Zhiweng is just an ordinary old man. There are only two bluestone houses in his home. One is for farm tools, and the other is for food, clothing, housing and transportation.They have carefully looked at the room where the farm tools are placed, and only this room remains.

But the tables, chairs and beds are all ordinary, so I just had to remove the beams and rummage through them.

Song Ling smiled without saying a word, then looked at Luo Jinnian with a gray face: "What do you think is missing, brother?"

Du Chunxing stared at this matter of rummaging through boxes and cabinets, so it was impossible for Song Ling to do it. Only the young master was so tired that he condescended himself.When Fang was rummaging through the suitcase, he accidentally stepped on a round stone and almost fell over, getting dust all over his face.

Luo Jinnian's phrase "Don't be a fool" got stuck in his throat, and Du Shi took a quick look at it and swallowed it down again.

No, my aunt is looking at me, but I can't ask Song Ling to show off by himself.

He calmed down, glanced around and paused beside the Bogu shelf where Song Ling was standing.

What's missing?

The bronze horse has been moved, and a white edge is exposed on the shelf, and there are many things placed on each grid on the shelf.There are small objects made of bamboo strips and straw hats.

not enough?Less pieces and boards!

Luo Jinnian suddenly remembered Song Ling once said that Huang Zhiweng was addicted to chess, but there was not even half a chess shadow in this room, which was obviously wrong.

He withdrew his gaze, crossed his arms and pretended to be profound, and said, "The chess pieces and chessboard are missing."

Seeing Du Chunxing's confused expression, he took the initiative to explain: "Huang Zhiweng is addicted to chess, but there are no chess pieces or chessboards in his house. There is obviously a problem."

Du Chunxing nodded clearly.

"Yes, not right." Song Ling pointed lightly at the wooden frame behind him, and said with a smile, "Huang Zhiweng was poor all his life and had no money to buy a chess board. He used hemp paper to make the board and stones as chess pieces. It took time to pick thousands of pebbles and polish them carefully." It took several months to get hundreds of chess pieces. Love is like a treasure, always carried with you.”

A flash of inspiration flashed in Luo Jinnian's mind, he hurriedly turned back to the suitcase, squatted down to check carefully, and Song Ling thoughtfully followed him with an oil lamp to illuminate him.

He squatted down and searched carefully by the light of the oil lamp. When he found it, his eyes lit up, and he stretched his arms to pick out a pebble the size of a little finger from the gap.

"That's it?" He stood up straight and played with the pebble in his hand, then threw it to Song Ling nonchalantly.

Song Ling caught the pebble, and continued, "Brother has practiced martial arts for many years, and his foot is extremely stable. Why did he almost fall just because of this small pebble?"

"Indeed, I thought it was because Jinnian had neglected to practice martial arts recently, which caused his foot to be unstable. Hearing what Ling'er said, there must be another reason." Du Chunxing went to the side of the two and took the stone in Song Ling's hand to look through it.

Luo Jinnian's face darkened, and before he could speak, Song Ling casually picked up a shriveled yellow fruit on the wooden table, and led the way to the other side of the room. Pine, yellow fruit fell from the air to the ground.

The shriveled yellow fruit rolled all the way from one end of the stone wall to the other, and the speed gradually increased. It stopped for a while after hitting the wooden bench under the suitcase. the wall.

"Of course it's because the foundation is not flat." Song Ling's clear voice sounded at the same time as the sound of Huang Guo hitting the stone wall.

When Luo Jinnian fell down, he felt strange. Although Luo Jinnian failed in literature, he was by no means incompetent in martial arts.He really loves martial arts, and he never relaxes for a moment during morning and evening training in the scorching heat and cold winter. Song Ling sees all this.

It is absolutely impossible for him to lose his footing just because he stepped on a stone, there must be another reason.

Luo Jinnian's eyes followed Huang Guo all the way to the wall, the rolling Huang Guo overlapped with the stones, and a scene seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

Anxious Huang Zhiweng took the stones he regarded as precious stones and stood by the opposite stone wall. Even if a stone fell accidentally, he was too late, or dared not look for it.

The stone hit the wooden bench under the suitcase, and because it was too small, it was blocked by the foot of the stool.

"Squeak!"

The sudden sound pulled Luo Jinnian back from his contemplation, and he suddenly raised his head to look at where the sound came from.

I saw Song Ling pressing one hand on a stone brick, and a dark hole suddenly appeared on the ground in front of him!

Don't be fooled!