The sick beauty has caught the bamboo horse

Chapter 57

Most of the time Chu Heng is a polite and polite young man, as he can tell from how he treats Bai Ling on this road.

But today I don't know why I didn't save a little face for the little girl of the Ji family.

The handle of the fan in Ji Wanrou's hand was almost broken.

Pan Feisong said "Wow" silently, and quietly approached Zhou Qingyan: "Is Mr. Chu so arrogant?"

The word arrogant made Zhou Qingyan laugh.This thing that fears the world will not be chaotic gave Pan Feisong a meaningful and helpless look in the silence.

In fact, this is the territory of the Ji family, and today it is Ji Wanrou's Jiji ceremony. Chu Heng's words are extremely blunt and even disgusted by others.

Ji Wanrou's careful scheming to attract attention cannot escape Zhou Qingyan's eyes, but the young man doesn't care about these false names - others want it, just take it.

Chu Heng was never in a hurry to clear his identity as a "concubine", but he was partial to Zhou Qingyan to such an extent: Whenever others had a little bad intentions, men would feel it was a great offense.

Zhou Qingyan could understand, but he couldn't deny the sense of happiness in his heart when he was helpless.

Thinking of this, it took another half an hour for Zhou Qingyan to smooth things over: "Surface is just something outside of the body, Miss Ji, don't miss the auspicious time."

Ji Wanrou's eyes widened as if awakened from a start, the coldness and jealousy on her face were suppressed, she showed a sweet and gentle smile, and went on with Jiji's affairs.

A group of people watched Ji Wanrou's Jiji ceremony indifferently.Ji's mother really loves this daughter very much, and all the jewelry used by Jiji are hard to find.

Zhou Qingyan was thoughtful: "This is strange."

A seat away, Ji Cheng's eyes flashed.

After the ceremony, the Ji family also prepared a banquet for the guests. The men were led to the front hall by the servants, while the female relatives followed Mother Ji to the backyard.

Just now when Chu Heng spoke rudely, Father Ji actually wanted to keep them for dinner, and his words were full of flattery.A gleam of light flashed in Chu Heng's eyes, and he and Zhou Qingyan looked at each other tacitly.

Eating a feast is naturally impossible, and Zhou Qingyan's ability to come is only for the sake of witchcraft.

Ah Qiang was about to politely reject Master Ji when Ji Wanrou walked up to him—she changed into a pink dress in a short time.

A young girl wearing such fresh and tender colors complements each other perfectly.

"My daughter has admired Master Guoshi for a long time. Wanrou, I haven't come here to meet the two adults." Father Ji said to Ji Wanrou.

As soon as Ji Wanrou came, she gave Zhou Qingyan a salute first: "Wanrou just offended me, and I hope that the National Teacher will not remember the villain's mistakes."

Chu Heng stopped beside Zhou Qingyan tacitly.The latter's ability to talk nonsense when he sees people is getting stronger and stronger, and his face does not change when he hears the words: "Where are the words."

Ji Wanrou showed a secret and shy smile, and her voice was soft and soft: "The little girl has long heard that the national teacher is famous, and it is a little girl's honor to meet you today."

"Just now the white dress offends me a lot, I hope you don't blame me." Ji Wanrou said and saluted Chu Heng again.

This behavior is much more pleasing than her father just now.

As the saying goes, you don't hit a smiling face with your hand, so Chu Heng glanced at her and said a few perfunctory words indifferently.Afterwards, the group left the Ji Mansion and returned to the Post Mansion.

After such a toss, I went for most of the day.

As soon as he entered the post mansion, Chu Heng immediately carried Zhou Qingyan out of the wheelchair and put him on the bed.Zhou Qingyan has no strength in his waist now, no matter how he sits, he will not feel comfortable. The best thing is to have someone massage while lying down.

As soon as Zhou Qingyan lay down, he breathed a sigh of relief, put the quilt under his body carelessly, and asked, "What do you think of the Ji family's wedding ceremony?"

Chu Heng didn't answer, but first pulled out the quilt behind Zhou Qingyan - which aroused Uncle Zhou's dissatisfaction, and then stuffed a soft pillow before Uncle Zhou had time to open his golden mouth.

The pillows are moderately soft and firm, much more comfortable than the quilt.

Zhou Qingyan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the tails of his eyes unconsciously turned upwards to look more like a charming red fox.

Unwilling to be lonely, the red fox stretched out its paw and scratched the breeder next to it: "Speak."

"It's hard to say." Chu Heng grabbed his dishonest paw with his backhand, "The master and wife of the Ji family love their daughter very much, but it's extremely untimely for Ji Jili."

Zhou Qingyan nodded.

Chu Heng said again: "The two behaviors are contradictory, why not look at the clues of the people around the Ji family."

Zhou Qingyan heard the meaning of his words: "Have your people found the news?"

Little smiles flashed in Chu Heng's eyes: "Listen?"

Zhou Qingyan did not hesitate: "Listen."

Chu Heng called people in—all acquaintances.

Lu Qiang still followed behind Xue Wenzhen silently. The latter was wearing a blue gown, and in the early spring, he kept folding his fan all the time, and even Zhou Qingyan felt cool without fanning himself.

Xue Wenzhen smiled faintly: "I have seen..."

Zhou Qingyan interrupted him with a wave of his hand: "Let's get down to business."

Xue Wenzhen then said: "In the beginning, the source of the art of witchcraft started from Miss Yuan's family on West Street."

"The Yuan family owns a cloth shop, and there are a group of embroiderers with exquisite weavers, so the business of the cloth shop doubles every year." Xue Wenzhen said, "Master Yuan has a son and a daughter, and his daughter Yuan Qiaoqiao died a month ago. In the room, festering and pus were all over the place."

"How old is Yuan Qiaoqiao?" Zhou Qingyan asked immediately.

Zhou Qingyan was worthy of being the one who escaped under Emperor Jiaxing's command, and he caught the key point with one word: "Fifteen. I just reached Ji two months ago, and I was supposed to be betrothed to the prefect's youngest son."

Cui Ying's youngest son.

"After Yuan Qiaoqiao's death, girls who had just reached the age of Ji died inexplicably one after another on the street." Xue Wenzhen paused, "Except that they are all 56-[-] years old, they have nothing in common."

At this time, Lu Qiang suddenly pulled Xue Wenzhen's sleeve, and said with straight eyes, "Pan's family."

"Well, I know, I'm going to say it right away." Xue Wenzhen turned around and said softly, her eyes were always very gentle when looking at Lu Qiang.

"The Pan family on East Street is also a well-known big family in the city. There is only one young master named Feisong in the direct descendants of the Pan family."

Chu Heng understood and nodded.

"Young Master Pan has a concubine brother who is very ambitious. Master Pan probably married Ji Cheng, the seventh son of the Ji family's concubine, to his only son in order to preserve the family property, and then gave all the account books to the daughter-in-law who just passed the family." Xue Wenzhen Talking about it just feels like a waste of time.

"I heard from Pan Feisong that Ji Cheng was no longer from the Ji family when he was 12 years old. Why?" Zhou Qingyan asked after listening to this turn.

"Because when Ji Cheng was 12 years old, Ji Wanrou stole his poems and gave them to Taishou Cui, and thus won the name of a talented girl. In order to prevent things from failing, Ji Wanrou pushed Ji Cheng into the water."

"Ji Cheng was rescued by the young master of the Pan family, and he became a dead person from then on. He didn't come back to life until he married the young master of the Pan family." Xue Wenzhen said.

Zhou Qingyan suddenly understood: Ji Cheng has become Pan Feisong's official wife, and she is in charge of the huge family property of the Pan family, especially the young son of the Pan family's direct line who can't handle it.

Isn't Ji Cheng just a sweet potato?

Zhou Qingyan thought for a moment: "Perhaps the Ji family held this funeral ceremony to bring Ji Cheng back."

It's not impossible, after all, businessmen are after profits.No matter how much Master Ji loves Ji Wanrou, the Pan family's property is obviously more important.

"Master Ji did this, why did Mrs. Ji agree?" Chu Heng asked with a frown.

Zhou Qingyan sighed, yes, it doesn't make sense.

Chu Heng rubbed Zhou Qingyan's hair: "There's no need to worry. Ji's mansion can't get through, let's go to Yuan's mansion to see."

Compared with the luxurious Ji Mansion, Yuan's Mansion is much more simple, simple and elegant, and the upper and lower parts are covered with plains, giving it an air of solemnity.

Yuan Qiaoqiao, the young lady of the Yuan family, although she is plain in appearance, she is gentle and kind to others. Although she is not as dazzling as Ji Wanrou, there is no one in the Yuan family who does not love this young lady.

A month later, when Zhou Qingyan saw Master Yuan, the latter's eyes were still full of sadness.

"The little girl's body has been examined by Wu, and it has been buried in the ground now." Master Yuan's voice could not hide his fatigue, "I'm afraid I can't help you much."

Zhou Qingyan heard that Master Yuan was only forty this year, and his hair was already full of hair in just one month.

After a long while, Chu Heng said: "My condolences to Mr. Yuan. We are not here to bother Miss. I hope the master will allow us to enter Ms. Yuan's boudoir to take a look."

Of course, the boudoir of a woman who has not left the pavilion cannot be entered casually.

"What kind of boudoir are you talking about when there are no people?" Master Yuan sighed, "The eunuch has sent people to search many times before, you can go in if you want."

Yuan Qiaoqiao's former maid led them through the garden and opened the door to enter

It was a very elegant courtyard.There are solid wood tables and chairs, a bouquet of pear blossoms placed in a white porcelain vase on the table, lush forests and bamboos on the screen are lifelike, light blue curtains are placed on the arched wall on the left, and an embroidery frame and a guqin are placed on the right.

Nothing more.

The eldest maid named Layue, followed them to look around, and twitched as soon as they left: "After the young lady left, the madam didn't dare to enter this courtyard."

When a white-haired person sends a black-haired person, seeing things hurts the most.

Zhou Qingyan was speechless, his eyes fell on the embroidery frame: "Does your lady often embroider things?"

"Yeah. Miss embroidery is very good. She likes to play with embroidery frames on weekdays." Lanyue said.

Zhou Qingyan walked over and saw an unfinished landscape picture on the embroidery frame - the Jinghe River in the high mountains, surrounded by distant fog, and a wing was faintly exposed in the fog - the thread was broken at the wing

At the very front of the wings, there is a very inconspicuous spot of red.

Zhou Qingyan stretched out a finger and pointed at the spot of red: "Your lady likes to embroider birds with red thread?"

Lay Moon was stunned for a moment: "How could it be. The red bird is taboo."

The red bird is either a phoenix or a red luan. The former cannot be used unless it is a royal family, and the latter is the heart of Chunluan.Yuan Qiaoqiao was always well-behaved and obedient, so she couldn't do such a thing.

Chu Heng frowned abruptly, and took Zhou Qingyan's hand.

Layue exclaimed subconsciously: "Master Guoshi, your hand!"

The author says:

Sorry little ones, I didn’t update yesterday, mainly because I changed the list yesterday, and my mood was not very good after my bye (bow). class text.But now I probably think about it, no matter whether the data is good or not, I must write it seriously (bow).