On the wedding day, the husband's family was confiscated and exiled

In order not to alert the enemy or anger the people inside.

Shi Shuang said truthfully: "Zhang Qing accused Yan Cong of being a murderer, but there is no evidence. She also said that Yan Cong locked her in the room yesterday. I want to investigate whether it is true."

The man shifted.

Shi Shuang's hand, hidden in her sleeve, had already grasped the dagger. Seeing that the door had not been opened yet, she asked back in a cold voice.

"Why? Do you want me to wait for you here?"

squeak-

The man hurriedly opened the door. He exchanged glances with Shi Shuang, lowered his head, and knelt on the ground: "I am a poor family and have never seen such a grand occasion. I am sorry for not welcoming you in person. Please forgive me. The prince didn't come?"

As Shi Shuang approached, a smell of blood hit her face.

She looked at the vegetarian dishes on the table and said calmly, "He is very busy and has no time to deal with such a small matter. I will ask you a few questions and then I will leave."

Zhang Qing was very nervous.

The three of them sat around the table, and something seemed amiss. After getting to know each other, the man said his name was Yan Ping, and he was Yan Cong's father.

Shi Shuang smiled and said, "How can we enjoy ourselves just by eating and drinking? Zhizi, go buy a few pounds of meat for this uncle."

"No, no, no." Yan Ping stood up and stopped him, "That's really not necessary. I don't like eating meat. I just like eating vegetables and drinking wine."

Sweat was oozing out of his almost bald head, and large drops of it were dripping down.

Shi Shuang asked, "They had a fight last night. Did you hear it?"

"I like to drink and go to bed early. I really didn't hear this.

It was only this morning when Yan Cong told me that Zhang Qing was missing that I realized the two had had a fight. "

Yan Ping placed his hands on his legs, his neck seemed to be frozen, he did not dare to look up, just stared at the unfinished wine in the glass.

Shi Shuang looked at his right hand which was constantly moving, as if he was restraining and enduring something.

Well, there is a problem. When talking about his son and daughter-in-law, he called them by their names and was very distant, as if they had just met.

"Isn't Auntie at home?"

"She, she went to the town to attend the market." Yan Ping forced a smile.

Shi Shuang said "Oh", then looked at Zhang Qing, who had been keeping her head down and protecting her stomach tightly, and said, "Take me to see where you are being held."

Zhang Qing raised her head and looked at Yan Ping, then her eyes unconsciously looked towards the inner room, and she stood up and nodded absentmindedly.

"Oh, okay, you and I are here."

She walked to the door, her eyes wandering, and when her gaze fell on the woodroom, she walked over with firm steps. She pushed open the door, and saw it was full of firewood.

Shi Shuang walked in, and the remaining space was barely enough for four people.

If Yan Cong really wanted to lock Zhang Qing up here, that would be interesting. But looking at Zhang Qing like this, it doesn't look like she is being locked up here.

It’s not even turned off.

She lied.

"Okay, I'll go check next door."

She turned her head and met Yan Ping's fierce eyes, which were full of vigilance and subtle ferocity. Tsk, Yan Cong didn't look like him.

When Yan Ping saw her looking at him, he nodded and bowed.

"Are you leaving?"

"It's almost done." Shi Shuang looked at the house next door and asked, "Is there anyone living here? Yan Cong said that he had contact with this girl, and Zhang Qing saw it and got jealous."

Yan Ping sighed, "The girl is pretty, and Zhang Qing got jealous when she saw her. Some soldiers came to ask about the two of them, and when they heard something happened, they were so scared that they quickly moved away. Besides, this is not good for the girl's reputation."

Officers and soldiers? Shi Shuang was more certain of the doubts in his heart.

The people Wu An ordered were indeed officers and soldiers, but they were not wearing official uniforms. They were just dressed like an attendant. How did he know they were officers and soldiers?

She said calmly, "It's only been an hour, and you're already moving? Are you in such a hurry?"

"I don't know about that." Yan Ping shook his head. His right hand was clenched tightly, his arms were tense, and he was forbearing and restraining himself.

Shi Shuang asked: "Who do you think is lying?"

Yan Ping's face showed confusion and he said awkwardly.

"I don't know about that. I fell asleep last night. If my son is really the murderer, you should catch him and give justice to the victim."

"Okay." Shi Shuang raised an eyebrow, "Excuse me, let's go."

Zhang Qing stood there hesitating.

Shi Shuang raised her eyes and said, "Aren't you going to accompany me to worship Buddha? Why don't you leave?"

"I..." Zhang Qing hesitated, leaning towards the princess, but fear was in her eyes.

Yan Ping stepped forward, bowed and said, "Princess, she is just a vulgar country woman, and she is pregnant. How can she accompany you to worship Buddha? You should choose someone else."

Shi Shuang's eyes flickered with a cold look.

"Why, I can't even use one person? Do you want to die?"

"I dare not!" Yan Ping looked at Zhang Qing and said sternly, "When you accompany the princess to worship Buddha, don't talk nonsense and serve her carefully, understand?"

Zhang Qing nodded, but was obviously relieved.

Snowflakes slowly fell. Shi Shuang deliberately turned a corner to get out of Yan Ping's sight. She coughed lightly and said, "My stomach is not feeling well. You guys wait here first, okay?"

Gardenia wanted to go with him.

But seeing the lady's eye signal, she had no choice but to wait where she was. She helped Zhang Qing sit down and expressed her concern in a low voice.

At this time, Shi Shuang walked to a deserted place and disappeared into space.

"Oh, do you really think I'm blind?"

Zhang Qing has been looking at the inner room. It is obvious that there is some secret in it. Yan Ping also reveals problems everywhere. Zhang Qing seems very scared, but she and Zhang Qing have a private space together, so why not tell her the truth?

I’m afraid the bad guys have more bargaining chips.

In order to make Zhang Qing believe her, she must offer more tempting conditions than the bad guys.

Shi Shuang returned to the wooden house. The door and windows were already covered. She stood at the door and pushed it open with force. A gust of cold wind blew in.

"Who!?" Yan Ping immediately raised his head, picked up the machete and looked around.

Followed by.

A woman in black came out of the house and asked, "Don't make a fuss. I told you not to bolt the door, but now you're scared by the wind, right?"

Shi Shuang looked at the woman. She looked like a woman who knew witchcraft. Her eyes were purple and there was a faint snake pattern on her neck.

She looked into the inner room.

Three or four people were being tied up. If the man in front of him was not Yan Ping, then the people among them should be Zhang Qing and Yan Cong’s real family members.

The man cursed, "This bitch, does she think being a princess is so great? She even threatens me? I'll find a chance to kill her!"

The woman glared at him and said with dissatisfaction.

"Didn't you say that after this matter is dealt with, you would fly away with me and there would never be another woman?"

The man hugged her and said with a smile: "Of course, as long as you help me kill these people, we will have nothing to worry about. I will go wherever you want to go."

"Don't worry, it will be done soon. The day after tomorrow, Qianzi Temple will cease to exist overnight!"

The evil laughter of the two people spread throughout the courtyard.

Shi Shuang suddenly felt horrified. These two didn't look like good people, but the people were still in their hands, so he couldn't act rashly.

It seems that they will not hurt anyone for the time being.

Let's go back to the temple and find out the truth of the matter first, otherwise we will be too passive.