Xiangye wants to brush the sense of existence

Nan Puyue skipped these etiquettes, then turned to the left and said, "My lord, there is still something strange about this matter, you might as well listen to her and deal with it before it's too late."

Zuo Jin heard it, although he thought there was nothing to doubt, but after all, King Ling An had spoken, so he had to save face, so he just listened, so he turned around and said in a deep voice to Meng'er, "Did you hear that? King Ling An Let you explain what happened in detail."

With such an unfriendly tone, it is estimated that even a little girl like her was frightened, how could she dare to speak?Helpless, Nan Puyue tried to put down her voice as softly as possible, and comforted her kindly: "If you have any difficulties, just tell me, I believe the adults will deal with it fairly."

Meng'er looked at the distinguished man in front of her, and suddenly felt that she might still have a glimmer of hope, so with tears in her eyes, she told all the facts bitterly.

The screen is reversed, one day ago.

After Meng'er and Miss returned to the courtyard, she met the eldest son waiting in the courtyard, so she was sent away by the lady.

After about a stick of incense, Zuo Lingxiu returned to the room, thought about it, and called Meng'er.

Meng'er brought tea, seeing her worried face, she asked concerned: "Miss, what's the matter?"

Zuo Lingxiu stretched her eyebrows, smiled and took her hand: "Come, sit down."

"Miss, this is not acceptable." She waved her hands again and again.

"If you are told to sit, you can sit." The tone was a little impatient.

Meng'er was helpless, so she had to sit over awkwardly, she didn't know what happened, but she always felt a bad premonition.

Seeing that she was nervous, Zuo Lingxiu put on a smile and said sweetly: "Meng'er, how do I treat you?"

She was startled, and then replied frankly: "My servant has been by my lady's side since I was a child, and my lady treats me very well. This servant will be grateful for my whole life." To be honest, Zuo Lingxiu did not treat her badly, and she spoke from her conscience.

Hearing this, Zuo Lingxiu felt relieved, and simply stopped beating around the bush, and said directly: "Now that I'm in trouble, would you like to help me?"

"Miss, please don't say that. If you have any orders, just say so. The slave will do her best."

Zuo Lingxiu paused, and leaned into her ear and said, "Kill."

"Ah?" She was startled, and sat up from the chair at once, looked at Zuo Lingxiu, not daring to say anything: "Miss, you, don't scare the servant."

"I didn't scare you." She calmly picked up the teacup on the desk and took a sip of water.

Meng'er still didn't believe it, she just stood and looked at her, hoping to hear the lady say: I was just kidding you.

It's a pity that obviously not, Zuo Lingxiu has already said again: "And the person I asked you to kill is none other than the second young master with whom you had an affair—Zuo Shiqing."

"No!" She rebuffed straight away, even if she didn't do it, I'm afraid she wouldn't want others to do it, because the second young master treated her with the utmost benevolence, and she knew that Zuo Shiqing once wanted to marry her, although the master objected and failed, but she I understand that he has worked hard, so not only have I never blamed him, but I am very grateful to him. At this moment, when she heard that the young lady asked her to kill the person she liked, she would rather die than be willing.

"My brother said that if you are willing, my brother is willing to marry you as his wife." Zuo Lingxiu seduced her, and she also guessed that she would not agree so readily, so she didn't hold her tongue any longer, it is better to make the conditions first Try it out.

Meng'er immediately shook her head and said: "Slave maid, don't be a regular wife, slave maid is a slave maid." After saying that, she knelt down and kowtowed, "Please let the second son go, miss." But she has almost guessed the reason, with years of experience with the young lady, she knows the cause and effect without thinking about it, she can see the jealousy and sorrow of Zuo Lingxiu and Zuo Shitian for many years Li, and at this moment, it is undoubtedly forced to get rid of the second young master, and wants to take the power from him.

"You!? Thanks to the fact that I treat you like a sister, I never imagined that it would be so difficult for you to do something for me!" She kicked her up angrily, kicked her to the ground, and then put down her harsh words, "Anyway You have to do it, and you have to do it if you don’t do it, but don’t forget that you have parents at home, if you are not afraid..." After finishing speaking, he stared at her gloomyly, hinting to her that if she didn’t do it, the parents at home would protect her. Nothing will happen.

"I..." I was about to cry.

"Huh?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at her.

She choked up and said: "Slave, slave, just do what you want, please don't embarrass my parents." After speaking, she couldn't make a sound.

Zuo Lingxiu nodded in satisfaction, and stroked her head: "Just be obedient, don't worry, I will treat your family members generously after the matter is completed." Then he did not forget to threaten, "Remember! Only success is not allowed. Failure! If you are unfortunately suspected by others after the matter is settled, even if you are beaten to death, you can't say that I and the eldest brother confessed, did you hear me?"

She nodded like garlic: "Your servant will remember." But her heart was miserable, if she hadn't cared about her parents' safety, she really wanted to bump her head to death here, so that she wouldn't have to be in a dilemma.

So it dragged on for a day, and finally couldn't stand Zuo Lingxiu and Zuo Shitian's hard work, but she still came, because she knew that the second son often slept in the study, so she had to do it before the maids got up in the morning.

At this time, it was still dark, and Zuo Shiqing was sleeping alone in the room and hadn't woken up yet. Her hands were sweaty and she pushed open the door holding the porridge, feeling more and more nervous.