illegitimate child

Song Ling weighed the bracelet, the base was made of emerald, and the compartment was inlaid with agate and relics of the same color. It looked just like the old lady would like.

These hand bracelets are precious, ordinary servants dare not touch them with their hands, even if a piece of dregs is accidentally touched, it will be enough to pay for the next life.Therefore, the only people who were poisoned were the old lady and the maid just now, which is considered a blessing in misfortune.

This is too coincidental, Song Lingxin said, if the murderer really wanted to kill grandma, wouldn't he be asking for trouble if he made such a big noise?Since the murderer was able to poison the bracelets quietly, it shouldn't be too difficult to tamper with grandma while she was eating.

Or is there another purpose?Song Ling's eyelids twitched violently, and the second aunt was still in the orphanage.

He went through the matter again in his heart, poisoned it as a show, silenced it as the truth, and thought for a moment: "I am worried about grandma..."

Tian Shi spoke at almost the same time as him: "Ling'er originally wanted to visit his grandmother, blamed me for being flustered and called the child over. Right now, our adults are here to take care of the board, and the child will be delayed here. Ling'er, go and see her." Look at grandma."

"You have to run slowly, and be careful not to fall," Wang said with a smile, and after Song Ling left, she joked casually: "I was hurt by my sister-in-law, you You have always been a general in the face, and there are no men who can compare to you. Even though our general's mansion is such a big business, we have never had any mishaps, no matter how treacherous the steward is, I have never seen anyone slip through your fingers. Your eyes are sharper than Sun Dasheng's piercing eyes, you have to clear my grievances for me."

As expected of a businessman, Wang's experience in the city is as deep as the sea. Seeing that the hand bracelet lawsuit has come to her head, she is also annoyed, as if she is sure that this trouble will not touch her.

What Tian is most impatient with is verbal lawsuits. He and Wang's sister-in-law have known each other as well as rotten sweet potatoes for many years.She was too lazy to sing a big show with Wang Shi, so she rolled her eyes lightly, indicating that she was almost done.

"Brothers and sisters, tell them to get up, since we have already asked, there is no reason for people to kneel in the cold." Ji, who had been silent all this time, fiddled with the rosary and finally opened his mouth.

"Sister-in-law doesn't practice closed-mouthed meditation anymore?" Wang Shi was worrying that no one would pay attention to her, so she let go of her hand and walked around Ji's with a light sigh, "I heard people say that this closed-mouthed meditation needs to be fully practiced. God, sister-in-law broke the precept halfway, isn't it a failure?"

Although Mrs. Wang is said to be the fourth among many sisters-in-law, she is actually only two years older than Mrs. Bai. I don't know if she is intentional or not. She speaks smoothly and shrewdly on weekdays, but sometimes she always likes to poke people's lungs.

as predicted.

"Crack, snap, snap,"

Ji fiddled with the rosary more vigorously, "If someone is suffering in front of him, how can he practice Buddhism with peace of mind."

"Fourth brother and sister, if you have nothing to do, come with me to serve mother. If mother wakes up, there will be no one around to take care of her." Tian pointed to the servant who was kneeling on the ground and whispered to Ji: "Sister-in-law, we've already got the hard one. Since you've broken the precept, you're fine. You might as well get the soft one."

Ji nodded slightly.

Leaving aside the lawsuits of the sisters-in-law, Song Ling was on his way to the Guquyuan when he ran into a guard head-on.

Song Ling recognized at a glance that this was the guard he asked to guard the lonely courtyard, "Stop, how can the outsider walk around in the inner courtyard at will?" He shouted to cheer up the guard who was about to hit the rockery.

"Master?" The guard raised his eyes to see him, his face was very exciting, there were moments of surprise, panic, and haste.

When something happened, Song Ling frowned, and first raised his calm aura. He was born with a cold heart, and the more things happened, the colder he became.

"He's dead." The guard's feet were completely knotted and he knelt down on the ground.

"Who is dead?" If the second aunt died, the news of the mole would be cut off, but the second aunt was surrounded by an iron bucket, and it would be as difficult as heaven for the mole to send someone to kill her.Unless she committed suicide, but the second aunt had no reason to commit suicide. Du Chunxing, whom she cared about, was still in the mansion, and Du Chunxing's strange poison had not been cured, so how could she be willing to let go.He also sent someone to watch Du Shao's injury, so it was safe.

It should be the maid who reported the letter died, so there is indeed a problem.

"All, all dead." The guard stammered.

"What?!" Song Ling's face darkened, the worst happened. The people behind the scenes penetrated the Luo Mansion far more thoroughly than he had imagined.

The dead are gone, what matters is the living!

He had promised his second aunt that Du Chunxing would be safe, but the second aunt was dead, so the promise he had promised him was gone.According to his temperament, he shouldn't care about Du Chunxing's life and death anymore, but the second aunt always took good care of him, whether it was for acting or out of pity.

Reciprocate courtesy and courtesy.He should also take care of Du Chunxing, besides, Qingyuzhuang still falls on Du Chunxing.

Gu Qiubale had made an agreement with him that he rescued Wu Niang, and Gu Qiubale told him who the person who assassinated him was hiding among the Dijon people.

The second aunt is dead, and the only one who may know Wu Niang's whereabouts is Du Chunxing.

"I'll give you a chance to serve your crimes and make meritorious deeds. Keep the two corpses safe, and no one is allowed to approach them," Song Ling ordered.

"Young master, the second lady died so badly, how can you keep it," the guard wanted to cry but had no tears.

Song Ling naturally knew that one of the masters in the house suddenly went, such a shocking event was enough to blow up Luo's house, but if it was not difficult, how could it be considered a crime and a meritorious service?

Regardless of how the guards responded, he went to Du Chunxing's place.

Due to Du Chunxing's identity as a Yin slave and the status of a concubine on the surface, the place where he lives is naturally not good.

Go around the servant's room with a piece of blue tiles, and then exit the corridor.

There are several Ying houses, and Du Chunxing lives in them.

The little maid she brought was sitting on the small stool at the door, propping her head and feeling sleepy.

There were too many things happening one after another, and Song Ling lost the interest of looking good, so he woke up the little maid with a cold face, and let her enter the report.

The little maid stood up wiping her tears, first she was dazzled by the handsome gentleman who suddenly appeared, and murmured softly: "The gentleman in this dream is also so handsome." " Immediately afterwards, he was shivered by the three-foot-high cold air rising from Lang Jun's body, and walked in with his hands and feet as if he had been immobilized.

After a while, Du Chunxing personally came to the door with a face towel and led Song Ling into the yard.

Along the way, I still haven't forgotten my role as an actor, and from time to time, I used a handkerchief to wipe away tears from the corners of my eyes, and said something sad, like my master, who didn't know that she had been sold out by Yin Nu long ago.

Song Ling patiently sang with her all the way, and finally when all the servants retreated and there was no one else but him.

The Luo family has a big business and occupies a very large area. Even a remote small house has its own yard. It is inconvenient for Du Chunxing to lead Song Ling indoors, so he let him work at the stone table and go in to make tea by himself.

As soon as he turned around, he suddenly heard someone calling:

"Du Chunxing"