The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

"Asi, do you remember that I went to your house a few days ago and told you that my mother had something wrong recently?"

Jiang Si nodded.

Xie Qingyao wiped away tears: "At that time, I guessed that my father raised the outer room outside. You reminded me when chatting. When I returned home, I realized that my mother was uneasy because of my father's weird behavior. Strange behavior. My mother thought that her father had an evil spirit, so she thought about looking for Liu Xiangu to get rid of the evil spirits. When Liu Xiangu died, my mother was very depressed. I persuaded her to invite a good doctor to show her father. My father turned out not to be an evil spirit, but to suffer from dream action...

Jiang Si listened in silence and frowned.

"This is not a good thing either, so I didn't mention it to you. My father has already started taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, who would have thought--" Xie Qingyao couldn't say anymore, covering his mouth and crying.

"No--" Jiang Si frowned and deepened.

At this time in his previous life, Uncle Yong Chang also suffered from dream behavior, and because he did not ask the doctor to watch the joke about sleeping pigs, even if Uncle Yong Chang slept with pigs, he never killed Mrs. Yong Chang in his dream.

In this life, Uncle Yongchang was diagnosed with dream walking disease early in his life, and he was still taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor. No matter what he thought, it shouldn't happen to kill his wife.

"What's wrong?" Xie Qingyao stopped crying, looking up at Jiang with a pale face.

"Could it be that the maid saw her uncle killing her aunt?"

Xie Qingyao’s eyelashes trembled, and tears rolled down: “Father and mother have been resting together, and it is customary for a few big maids to wait for them to freshen up in the morning. They went in early today and saw their father sitting next to their mother. No response, holding the blood-stained candlestick in his hand, and the mother has long been—"

Jiang Si grasped the point: "But they didn't see how the uncle stabbed the candlestick to the auntie, did they?"

Xie Qing was startled: "Asi, what do you mean?"

Jiang Si squeezed Xie Qingyao's hand hard: "Qingyao, people say that hearing is false, seeing is believing, but sometimes the eyes are deceiving. Those maids saw that her aunt was killed, and Uncle took the blood-stained candlestick and sat there, thinking that it was his uncle who killed the aunt. Actually, thinking about it carefully, they didn't see the assault."

Xie Qingyao was already confused: "But there were only fathers and mothers at the time, and it was impossible for others to avoid the eyes of so many people to enter—"

Of course she did not want to believe the cruel fact that her father killed her mother by himself. It was more than that she couldn't accept it. After he was sober, her father had to atone for his crimes with death. If it weren't for a group of people, she might have followed her mother...

Xie Qingyao felt desperate when he thought of this.

The pain between her and her brother is not only the loss of her mother, but also the unbearable pain of her father killing her mother.

Now Ah Si tells her that her mother might not have been killed by her father?

Xie Qingyao couldn't believe it, but there was hope hidden deep in her heart. This expectation made her feel more troubled, and stared at Jiang Si and said, "Asi, why do you say that?"

Jiang seemed to calm down.

Faced with a friend like this, she had to calm down.

"I've heard of dream walking disease. People with dream walking disease will have some abnormal behaviors after sleeping, such as getting up and going out and wandering, or doing something. But in the final analysis, these things seem to be what he did in his sleep. I don’t know, but the subconscious behavior actually reflects the deep thoughts in his heart. Qing Yao, do you believe that uncle has murdered his aunt in his heart?"

"Never possible!" Xie Qingyao denied excitedly, "My parents are so affectionate, how could my father ever think about it!"

"If there is a result, there must be a cause. Since we all think that it is impossible for the uncle to kill the aunt, the cause of the aunt's murder should not fall on the uncle—"

Jiang Si hasn't finished the analysis, Xie Qingyao is already excited and grabbing her hands: "Asi, you are right, my mother can't be killed by my father! Great, great—"

Jiang Si sighed silently.

Her analysis like this, in fact, the most important reliance is the completely different results between the previous life and this life. But there is no absolute truth. Whether Mrs. Yong Changbo was killed or not depends on evidence in the end.

Xie Qingyao wiped away tears and couldn't wait to go out.

Jiang Si hurriedly stopped her: "Qing Yao, where are you going?"

"I'm going to tell my father that his mother was not a manslaughter. The murderer must be someone else!"

"Qing Yao, you told your uncle like this, he must think you are comforting him."

Xie Qingyao was a little at a loss: "What should I do if my father doesn't believe it? Asi, you help me, I'm so afraid that my father will have an accident. I have lost my mother and can't have my father anymore."

Jiang seemed to think for a while, and said in a low voice, "Qing Yao, take me to the room where my aunt was killed."

Xie Qingyao trembled all over, and finally nodded: "Okay, you follow me."

Mrs. Yong Changbo lived in the main courtyard. At this time, Mrs. Yong Changbo had already been cleaned up by the women and moved to the mourning hall. Instead, her resting place was very deserted, with only two maids guarding her.

"Big girl." When Xie Qingyao came over, the two maids greeted each other.

Xie Qingyao was very kind to the maids on weekdays, but at the moment he ignored his thoughts and came to the door to push the door.

A maid couldn’t help saying: "Big girl, the son said that no one is allowed in—"

Xie Qingyao glanced at the maid, and said coldly, "Get out of the way!"

Seeing Xie Qingyao's tough attitude, the maid stepped aside, letting her push the door open and bring Jiang Si into it.

Before entering the inner chamber, a strong smell of blood came upon his face.

Jiang felt unwell and shrugged his nose.

Such a strong **** smell, I am afraid that other smells will be hidden.

The smell of blood in the inner room was more intense, the screen fell on the ground, and the blue gauze tent was thrown up after the rain, with blood stains on it.

The brocade on the bed was crumpled and piled in a corner, and the sheets had turned dark red. Obviously, the incident was suddenly too terrifying, and no one has taken care of it yet.

"My mother should have slept outside." Xie Qingyao pointed to the blood on the outside of the bed and burst into tears.

"Generally speaking, uncle would choose to sleep outside, right?" Jiang Si subconsciously asked.

After she kissed Yu Qicheng, the rascal never slept in the study for a day, and went to the interior room when it got dark. At that time, he told her that he wanted to sleep outside so as not to get up and quarrel her at night...

"I don't know." Xie Qingyao looked at Jiang Si blankly, "I have to ask about the maid who waits for my mother to wake up at night."

Jiang's face was hot.

She seems to know a little bit...

"Is this a serious problem?" Xie Qingyao rushed to the doctor, and immediately called a maid guarding the door: "Chunfang, does my mother sleep inside or outside on weekdays?"

"Madam—" Chunfang glanced at the bed subconsciously, her lips trembling with the dazzling blood stains, "Madam originally slept in it, and later—"

She glanced at Jiang Si, not sure whether to continue.