At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

Assassination, interception, and now, ruin of reputation.

It only takes a moment of thought to realize that such things that require brains are not something that Chu Tianchen can do with his deep and wealthy backbone, and besides, his reputation will be slightly tarnished without damaging his roots.

Then there are only people in the capital city, and they are literati. Could it be the so-called aristocratic family in Shangjing?

Xie Yuheng raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking towards the end of the street, where people were coming and going, and the traffic was busy and prosperous.

The autumn wind blew up her clothes, and the auspicious cloud pattern loomed on the bright red sleeves.

Even under the eaves, without sunlight, it could not block the little prince's nobility at all.

"Reporting to the Marquis, I found the remains of red flowers in the mouth of the deceased."

At some point, Zhao Zhi came back and displayed a ball of white silk in front of Xie Yuheng. Even the squad leader had no time to stop him.

The head of the yamen team at the back was annoyed at beating the pillars. Zhao Zhi, a girl, was so good at making work that all the old people in the yamen were full of praise for her.

Only when it comes to the Marquis of Jiangling, he is just like his stupid men. In order to get close contact with the Marquis, they really send all kinds of filthy things to the Marquis...

Xie Yuheng's expression was as usual. He glanced at it and saw a trace of red on the white silk.

Then he turned to look at Bu Xi, who had a pale face, and asked, "When I came here, I heard that your daughter's husband is a bodyguard."

"I took a trip to Dongxing Town in early September, but I haven't returned yet. Is this possible?"

Bu Xi's lips wriggled several times. This is the sad thing about smart people.

Now, everything is connected in Bu Xi's mind.

At the beginning of the year, Xier married a foreign escort despite her objections. Fortunately, the two of them were extremely affectionate after their marriage. Apart from escorting each other, they stayed together day and night.

Until early September, Dongxing Town. According to rumors, that was the place where the Marquis of Jiangling was intercepted and killed when he returned to Jiangling.

What role does her Xier play in it? Could it be that Xier has forgotten that in the early years when mother and daughter were dependent on each other and almost starved to death on the street, who did they receive help from?

How could Xi'er, whom she taught so carefully, become such a person who repays kindness with hatred?

Two lines of clear tears slid down Bu Xi's cheek, and the middle-aged woman plopped at Xie Yuheng.

He knelt down on the ground, only trembling slightly as he prostrated, and said nothing, but it was worth a thousand words.

Xie Yuheng smiled lightly, rolled up his sleeves and stood up. He said, "Go to the deceased's husband's house." He left and stepped directly onto the carriage.

Follow the yamen team leader all the way north until you reach a new square in the northwest of Jiangling City.

Xie Yuheng lifted the curtain of the car and looked up. A stone archway made of bluestone stood high beside the street.

The base of the archway is engraved with fine patterns, and poems are inscribed on the beams.

The overall archway is dignified and elegant, with fine carvings and even more solemn under the sunlight.

The house here costs at least a few hundred taels, which an ordinary escort would not be willing to buy. Besides, how could a pregnant woman who lives in such a place come to the vicinity of Furong Street Casino for no reason?

Xie Yuheng sighed and shook his head helplessly, and asked his grandmother to give private lessons on love to the young girls in the college.

Learn to identify what kind of people are worthy of entrusting you with your life. Never fall in love!

Feeling worried after hearing about it, Rong Shi asked softly: "Young Master feels tired. Do you want to call the eldest Young Master?"

My master is always like a sleepy little civet cat. It's rare to get up early today. I originally planned to discuss the recruitment of soldiers with Mr. Si and the eldest son, but I never expected that one thing didn't end and another happened again.

"No need."

Xie Yuheng didn't intend to say anything. The sun shone on his face, and his fan-like eyelashes cast a faint shadow on his eyelids.

I couldn't help but feel a little distressed when I saw it. Why didn't the master join the official position a few years later? Why did he rush to squeeze himself out like this?

As the squad leader arrived, the master and servant got off the carriage. Someone had already opened the door to the house. Xie Yuheng walked up the stone steps inward and walked through the short corridor.

Everything in the courtyard is visible. The huge papaya and crabapple tree in the courtyard is full of green, with green fruits already hanging on its branches.

The doors and windows of the house are mainly made of Xiangfei bamboo. A carved thrush cage hangs under the eaves. There is also a basket next to the lobby door with needles and thread in it.

Xie Yuheng bent down to pick up the small garment sewn with thin stitches, gently brushed off the dust on it, and put it back in the basket.

However, his fingers came across something in the basket. He took it out and saw that it was a letter. He opened it and read it.

"Jiang Linghou is the murderer of your husband. If you want to take revenge, go to Furong Street with a lame gambler on September 22... Someone will send you to Zhenkang Medical Center at that time, and you will be given red blood the next day." Just spend it, and the Marquis of Jiangling will be ruined. '

Xie Yuheng raised his eyebrows, is the frame-up so fair and just now? Keep all the correspondence? Do you believe what others say?

Young Master, do you have many questions? Xie Yuheng handed the letter to the class leader without saying anything.

After reading this, the squad leader looked constipated and muttered: "If she is asked to sell off her property and redeem her husband, wouldn't she do the same and give the silver as well?"

When he saw the appearance, he looked sideways, and the squad leader hurriedly waved his hands and said, "I didn't mean that, I was just talking nonsense." He cleared his throat again and directed people to search for other clues.

But he couldn't help but feel excited in his heart. This was a big case involving the Marquis of Jiangling! Can't we go further up?

Or maybe as we get closer, we can add some reward money. The squad leader suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth and walked briskly into the wing next to the lobby.

Xie Yuheng, on the other hand, strolled along the corridor and sat in the courtyard to avoid suspicion.

After careful consideration, this case seems to be like Ye Xi chasing a moth for love and putting her in a disadvantageous position.

But there is something strange everywhere, whether it is the red flowers left in the corpse's mouth or the letter, there is something strange about it.

It was like looking for flowers in the fog, which made her a little confused.

Suddenly he stopped walking, Xie Yuheng lowered his eyes and looked at a letter on the ground. There were five big words written on the envelope - "personally issued by the Marquis of Jiangling".

Interesting, let’s go fishing here, oh no, fishing for the Marquis.

Xie Yuheng lightly curled his lips and bypassed the letter. The two gentlemen on the eaves stared at each other.

‘Why doesn’t Marquis Jiangling follow the routine? ’

‘How do I know? If I knew what the Marquis of Jiangling was thinking, I would have taken the imperial examination and become a high-ranking official if I was still hanging around in the Wude Department. ’

A long silence surrounded the two, until Rong Shi came to them with his sword...

Listening to the sound of fighting coming from the courtyard next door, Xie Yuheng sat on a swing made of straw under the papaya and crabapple tree and yawned lazily.

The straw braids on the palms pricked the hands slightly. The swing only swayed for a short while before Rong Shi stood in front of her, holding the envelope just now in his hand.

The young master who was swinging on the swing was startled. When he raised his eyes to look at Rong, he joked: "Where did the goblin come from and took away my book boy?"