Reborn Fierce Wife: Young Marshal Slowly Coaxes Her

There was a moment of chaos in the outer courtyard of the main courtyard of the Shuai Mansion.

"what happened?"

"There was an assassin in the second master's room. It seems he succeeded. The second master was injured."

"Why do you call someone dead?"

"It's not the second master's room, but the third lady's room. The third lady was killed!"

The whole house was in an uproar.

Zhang Linguang and his wife hid in the inner courtyard and did not come out to conduct the funeral. They only burned incense like the guests.

Servants and adjutants were flying around like headless flies, running to the inner courtyard to report.

"Who died?" Zhang Linguang fell asleep and came out of the warm bedroom wearing underwear.

The hall was cold, he was shivering with cold, his hair stood on end, "Who is dead?"

This question sounded hoarse.

The adjutant was frightened by him and explained tremblingly: "We are surrounded by the second master's people. I didn't see it with my own eyes and we were not allowed to enter.

But the smell of blood slowly came out and could be smelled at the door. I don’t know who changed the signs in the second master’s and third miss’s rooms. I heard that someone inside died, probably the third young lady. "

Zhang Linguang staggered on the spot, as if he could not stand firmly.

It was freezing cold outside, and the dripping water turned into ice, yet he was about to rush out wearing thin clothes.

His wife Yin Qingyun came out a little later, already fully dressed, and held him back: "You want to die? If you go out today, you will freeze to death."

Zhang Linguang shook her off and strode out.

Yin Qingyun was stunned.

She was angry and angry: "You want to die so much, how come you weren't the one who was killed?"

Several maids on night duty lowered their heads, not daring to look at her.

Yin Qingyun scolded again: "What are you doing standing still? You took your clothes and chased after him!"

When Zhang Linguang went out, the adjutant took off his cotton-padded jacket and put it on him.

He only wore this coat and rushed to the guest room.

Seeing him coming, Zhang Zhi's adjutant made way.

Zhang Linguang walked out in a sweat late at night in the cold winter and pinched Zhang Zhi's shoulders: "Where is Nan Shu?"

He didn't dare to look at the bed.

He smelled blood, but he couldn't accept that it was his sister.

Zhang Zhi wanted to say something, but when he saw his eyes were red, he shook his head: "It's not Nan Shu."

Zhang Linguang was stunned and asked subconsciously: "Isn't it Nan Shu?"

"It's Fuwen." Zhang Zhi said.

There is a funeral in the outer courtyard, and the guest rooms are many and mixed, but Zhang Zhi and Zhang Nanshu definitely don't want to sleep here today and rest there tomorrow.

The steward made house numbers hanging on the doors to mark which room was used by the second master and which one was used by the third mistress, so that the servants would know the difference when cleaning, tidying up, and adding or removing tea.

Somehow, the temporary door signs of Zhang Zhi and Zhang Nanshu were changed.

However, Zhang Zhi, Zhang Nanshu and their close associates were familiar with each other, and it was night again, so no one would go out of their way to look at the listing - it was not like the funeral had just begun, and the guest room had not been used for a day or two.

Only strangers can make mistakes.

Therefore, Fu Wen died on Zhang Zhi's bed; the assassin was held down to prevent him from committing suicide, and his jaw had been pinched and dislocated.

"It's not Nan Shu, it's Fu Wen." Zhang Zhi said again, "Who told you that Nan Shu is dead?"

Looking at him again, "Why are you wearing such thin clothes?"

Zhang Linguang said nothing.

He sat down on the chair next to him, bent down and held his face in his hands, and remained silent for a long time.

Zhang Nanshu also came.

She held a short dagger in her hand and her face turned pale: "Is someone really dead?"

Then he asked, "Why is Fuwen here?"

Fu Wen should go home.

It is late at night now, only the family members are observing mourning, and all the guests have gone back.

When there is a funeral tomorrow morning, it will be sent out by family members, and relatives and friends will not come.

Fu Wen came here today, but nothing happened. After lunch, she went back.

Unexpectedly, she died on Zhang Zhi's bed late at night.

"No one knows why she is here." Zhang Zhi said, glancing at the servants next to him as he spoke.

Zhang Nanshu: "Do you want to block the news?"

Zhang Zhi: "Where can I get it now?"

There are many people and it is a matter of life and death. It is estimated that the news has been transmitted to the commander's house and is spreading outside little by little.

"Go and inform uncle." After a long while, Zhang Linguang raised his face and said, "My cousin died in the Zhang family. I should give my uncle an explanation."

"My lieutenant-general has gone." Zhang Zhi said.

Zhang Linguang stood up.

He patted Zhang Zhi on the shoulder: "You, you handle it, I'm a little tired. I'll go back and lie down first, and I'll leave all this to you."

After that, he was about to walk out.

Zhang Zhi pulled him: "Put on your clothes, it's cold outside."

Zhang Linguang nodded: "Yes, it's cold outside."

He went to the next room to change.

The late-night secrets of the handsome manor spread throughout Beicheng along with the old man's funeral early one morning.

Zhang Xujiao and the assassin were both locked up, and the funeral procession was filled with panic.

The old man was buried. Before the tomb was built, Zhang Zhi left first.

Zhang Nanshu and Sun Mu stayed behind, following Zhang Hai and others.

She heard Zhang Hai ask his son several times: "Where is your sister?"

"Where did Jiaojiao go? I didn't even see her at the funeral."

His son said perfunctorily: "In the back."

There were too many people crying in mourning, everyone was wearing mourning clothes, and it was completely white. Zhang Hai was not sure whether Zhang Xujiao was there.

He kept mourning in the mourning hall and didn't hear anything about the commander's mansion.

After the tomb building was over, Zhang Hai returned to the Commander's Mansion to deal with follow-up matters, but was slapped hard by the rich lady.

"I'm not done with you, and I'm not done with you Zhang family!" Mrs. Fu was crying and scolding, and wanted to beat Zhang Hai.

Zhang Hai was stunned for a long time, then became frightened and angry: "Where did this shrew come from?"

He was almost furious.

"It was your daughter, a member of your family, who killed my daughter!" Mrs. Fu cried and shouted.

Zhang Hai: "..."

Zhang Xujiao couldn't bear the torture, so she resorted to all kinds of tricks. She said that Xu Tongyue gave her money and she would bring people to assassinate Jing Yuanzhao.

As for why her father had a servant beside him, and why he murdered Zhang Nanshu, she didn't know.

However, she pushed it to Xu Tongyue: "It's her, she wants to kill Sister Nan Shu!"

Zhang Zhi sent people to search Zhang Xujiao's room. According to the place she said, no gold bars were found.

Her gold bars were gone.

After the assassin was caught, he endured the torture but said nothing useful.

The Zhang family knew that this matter was closely related to the Xu family, but they had no evidence.

Zhang Xujiao's empty words are completely unfounded and cannot win people's trust.

"Fu Wen was lying on the second brother's bed because she planned to rely on him." Zhang Nanshu said, "I just didn't expect that someone changed the name of our room."

The news that Sun Mu came back from after inquiring told Zhang Zhi and Zhang Nanshu that there would be an assassination tonight. But Zhang Zhi is more alert, he can deal with assassins, and he is willing to trade rooms with his sister.

He protects his sister as much as possible.

Sun Mu also made arrangements.

Fu Wen, on the other hand, was beyond everyone's expectations. She was on Zhang Zhi's bed, and the assassin thought Zhang Zhi's room belonged to Zhang Nanshu, so he naturally mistook her for the person he wanted to assassinate.

Qibele didn't get any results, but Yan Xin deduced some secrets from the first dead soldier whose neck was broken by Bai Shuang.

She remembered that in her past life, Zhou Junwang showed her the photo of the killer who assassinated his father.

After two comparisons, Yan Xin said to Jing Yuanzhao, Zhang Zhi and Sun Mu: "I know exactly where the base of Double Eagle Gate is."

Several people looked at her.