General, Madam Called You To Farm

Su Yuan has been busy supervising the construction of the Shengong Camp these days. He was not in Beijing and only received the news in the afternoon.

He rushed to the hospital without stopping.

How is the second dog?

He walked into the lobby and asked Fu Langzhong, who was dispensing medicine.

Fu Lang pointed to the backyard and said, He is temporarily out of danger and is in Da Ya's house.

Thank you, Doctor Fu.

Su Yuan immediately went to see Su Ergou.

Su Ergou was being snorted by the three little dogs, thanking Su Yuan for rescuing himself from fire and water.

Su Yuan couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw that Su Ergou had gauze wrapped around his head and gauze all over his body.

How did Su Qi and Su Yu take care of you?

Two stinky sons are dead!

Su Ergou said: Don't do their business, I will leave with Qin Yun.

Su Yuan said coldly: That's why they didn't think highly of you! I'll teach them a lesson later!

Su Ergou said, Uncle, don't teach the second and third cousins ​​a lesson.

With an uncle, Su Yuan broke the defense.

He was so excited that his body and mind trembled: Er dog...you...what did you just call me?

Su Ergou didn't think there was a big problem with his title, but Su Yuan's expression really made him doubt himself.

Su Ergou thought for a while: Watch... Uncle Watch?

Su Yuan immediately said, No, just call him Uncle!

table what table?

Aunt's son is his brother!

Su Ergou obediently called uncle, but Su Yuan was very happy.

Su Yuan looked at Ergou, who had a big head and a head, and liked it no matter what.

Uncle. The three little dogs also barked after Su Ergou.

Su Yuan's body was shocked: You are not called Uncle! You are called Grandpa!

Three little ones: Grandpa!

Eh, so nice.

Su Yuan smiled and touched the small heads of the three of them, Did I forget something...

The three little guys are Wei Ting's sons...

No, the three of them have already crossed the Ming Road in front of His Majesty. They are the sons of Da Ya, and they belong to their Su family when they are rounded up.

It has nothing to do with Wei Ting.

Well, he has a grandson in his arms.

very nice!

Su Yuan began to move Xiaodouding.

After moving the big tiger, move the two tigers, move the two tigers and move the little tiger, and move the three little ones into a dizzy state.

Su Ergou: Hello? Is there another patient number here?

Su Ergou is in good spirits, so although he is seriously injured, the situation is still optimistic.

What worries everyone is Su Cheng.

Until the night, he still showed no sign of waking up.

Qin Canglan and the old man came over, and the two of them looked solemn.

The two elders were sitting in front of the bed, with Su Yuan standing aside, he didn't say a word.

What did Mo'er say over there? the old man asked.

Su Yuan said: Mo'er has gone out of the city to pick up the fifth one. If you hurry up, you will be there tomorrow night.

The next morning is the day of the official test.

Qin Jiang is a man of many tricks. That day, when Su Cheng called Young Master Su Mo in the yard, and then fainted in Su Huayin's yard afterward, Qin Jiang might have guessed something.

It is the only way at the moment to adopt a few boys from Zhenbeihou Mansion to Su Cheng.

Su Mo is definitely not going to work. He is the eldest son, and there is no reason to adopt the eldest son since ancient times.

The second and third are not suitable either.

The safest way is to pick one from the fourth and fifth.

Fourth...

Thinking of him, both Old Marquis and Su Yuan frowned.

In short, Qin Jiang has been Qin Canglan's son for 20 years, and Lao Houye's nephew for 20 years, and he knows the situation of Zhenbei Houfu well.

He impatiently judged that the fifth was the best candidate to replace Su Cheng, so he would definitely try to prevent the fifth from returning to Beijing.

At night, officials from Jingzhao Mansion came to the hospital.

Excuse me, is Miss Su here? We're going to take her to Jingzhao Mansion for questioning.

Who are you going to take to Jingzhao Mansion for questioning?

Su Yuan's deep voice appeared at the entrance of the stairs.

The officials looked up.

One, two, three big men walked downstairs.

Qin Canglan said, repeat what you just said.

The old marquis said: Speak louder, Lao Huguo and I are too old to hear clearly.

The official was almost scared to pee!

He came to bring witnesses for questioning, but why did he feel that if he really brought it, his grave grass could be two meters high next year?

He shivered and said, I...I'm here to find out if Su...Miss Su is here. If she is, we might as well come and ask about the situation at the crime scene last night.

Qin Canglan brushed off the hem of his clothes and said lightly, Humph! It's almost the same!

The official who feels that he has recovered a small life: I am too difficult...

Su Xiaoxiao was one of the witnesses last night. When the foundation collapsed for the second time, she and Su Ergou were the first witnesses to the burial cellar.

Su Ergou was seriously injured and confused, while Su Xiaoxiao was awake.

It is also a routine thing for the official to ask Su Xiaoxiao about the situation.

It doesn't matter if you don't see it. The official said softly.

Their duty is to collect clues as much as possible, but not every inquiry can be fruitful. This is the case in solving cases, and they are accustomed to it.

Su Xiaoxiao recalled carefully.

It was so dark down there that she really didn't see anything.

But she could smell it.

She closed her eyes and recalled carefully.

The thick, rotten, stench of corpse is nauseating and dizzying.

But in the meantime... faintly interspersed with... a scent that seems to be absent.

Aroma? The officer's heart froze, and he said with an accent, It's all corpses, and there is a corpse smell in the bag?

There is. Su Xiaoxiao said with great certainty.

This body is very sensitive, afraid of pain and heat and not hungry, which often makes Su Xiaoxiao miserable, but it also has an advantage, that is, it is too sensitive, so the five senses are also sharper than ordinary people.

The officer took a pen and recorded it.

Witnesses' testimony is not up to them, but the adults above will judge its authenticity and value.

What scent? he asked.

Su Xiaoxiao shook her head: I don't know, I've never smelled that aroma before. But if I smell it again, I'll definitely be able to recognize it.

The official wrote it down truthfully.

Excuse me, can I ask your brother?

What if there was a clue?

Su Xiaoxiao nodded.

The official went to the small courtyard to meet Su Ergou.

It's a pity that Su Ergou was really confused at the time and couldn't provide any valuable clues.

After the official left, Wei Ting came over.

He came behind Fu Langzhong like a ghost.

Fu Langzhong just finished refilling the medicine cabinet, and when he turned around, he was shocked to see a big living man with a pestle in front of him!

Wei... Mr. Wei?

Fu Langzhong has lived in Hou Mansion and Lihua Lane for so long, and naturally he knows Wei Ting's identity. Now, he is afraid that only shopkeeper Sun and Xiao Weizi are still in the dark.

Fu Langzhong. Wei Ting also greeted, I'll change the medicine.

Fu Langzhong said: Wait a minute, I'll go call Daya.

Wei Ting said: You change it for me, don't bother her, let her take a breath.

Sounds especially like a husband who is considerate to his wife.

There is no doubt about him in Fu Lang.

He took Wei Ting to the wing, took out all kinds of medicinal materials that Su Xiaoxiao brought from the pharmacy, disinfected Wei Ting's sutures, applied ointment, and wrapped the gauze again.

Thank you. Wei Ting thanked him and got up to leave.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he saw a little fat peacock holding a bottle and a needle and looking at him playfully.

Where are you going, Lord Wei?

Wei Ting's hair exploded, trying not to look at the needle: I have an urgent matter tonight, come back later.

Su Xiaoxiao grabbed someone by the collar without saying a word, and dragged the disobedient patient back to the ward with a cold expression.