[Jian San] Zhuang Hua is happy to be a father

Chu Yunluo said sadly: "That Miss Wu Qing has no mother, and she is not too young. Isn't it a big bad thing to meet her father's funeral when she is about to get married? What's more, she is an old woman, and her father is not too young. He loves her very much - from her specially made embroidery needle, it can be seen that although Na Wuji is a beast, he loves his daughter deeply from the bottom of his heart.

With such a father, he naturally dotes on her very much, presumably there is no shortage of preparations for the dowry, and he must be a little partial on weekdays. Do you think her sisters-in-law can look at her pleasingly?

We have been in front of Wu and those two daughters-in-law before, and those two are not sad. The father-in-law is gone, it is not as sad as their housekeeper.

Now that Miss Wu Qing's backer is gone, I'm afraid she won't have too many good days. It's normal for her to feel panic and not knowing where to go.

... I'm really worried, she can't think about it alone ... she went with her father. "As she spoke, she couldn't help but look back at Wu Qing again.

And whether her two elder brothers love her or tell her daughter-in-law or both, even if they love her, but the elder brothers are guarding the darts outside all the year round, and the sisters-in-law are not in control of the house?

Chu Yunluo felt a little impatient and worried, but no matter how unbearable and worried she was, she would never help Wu Qing, such as comforting and enlightening her.

——Wu Qing is the daughter of the enemy, she already feels guilty if she doesn't fall into trouble, if she helps her again, how can she be worthy of the master's love?

Ye Xingtian didn't pay much attention to Wu Qing and Wu Ji's two daughters-in-law that Chu Yunluo was talking about, but couldn't help laughing out loud when she heard her say housekeeper.

Lin Shuyi asked curiously, "Are you in a good mood?"

"Hehe, of course, I'm in a great mood." Ye Xingtian smiled lowly, and said sarcastically, "What a loyal butler!"

"Senior Brother Ye suspects Butler Na Luo? But that butler obviously looks so sad!" Chu Yunluo said in surprise.

Ye Xingtian sneered and said: "Yeah, the old housekeeper is really too sad!

Let's go, I'm going to ask that old butler, who is affectionate, righteous, master and servant, why he wants to kill his master! "

Lin Shuyi smiled and said, "You don't doubt my father anymore?"

Ye Xingtian looked at her speechlessly, "I didn't intend to doubt Senior Lin." You were the one who dragged me into the water all this time!

But when it comes to Senior Lin...

He paused, and pondered: "Speaking of Senior Lin, we can't go to Luo Xuan yet."

"Then Luo Xuan killed Wuji after Senior Lin arrived, and brought up... the old affairs in Zhang Baichen's family, obviously intending to make Senior Lin his scapegoat.

Although Luo Xuan and Wu Ji deserved to die, this case is not an ordinary vendetta, and it involves... Mrs. Zhang's reputation, if there is no evidence to directly clear Senior Lin's suspicion of committing the crime and stop Luo Xuan's mouth, I'm afraid that old fox will jump the wall in a hurry If he insists on holding on to Senior Lin, he will cause another side issue, which will damage Senior Lin's reputation. "

Lin Shuyi said bitterly: "Hmph! If my father could kill that old beast with an embroidery needle, would he have hurt him before? How can there be so many troubles if he killed that old dog long ago? !"

Ye Xingtian had already uncovered the matter of Zhang Baichen and Lin Baixuan, Lin Shuyi didn't bother to deceive herself and others to cover it up, and simply revealed her attitude, which undoubtedly hated and hated the Wu family.

Chu Yunluo was next to her to comfort her, but Ye Xingtian slightly raised his lips and smiled, like a quiet and beautiful portrait, as if he had never heard of it, so beautiful in the sunset that people forget to breathe.

As he said before, he didn't want to know anything about the scandal in Lin Shuyi's family.

If you know it, you will pretend not to know it.

Lin Shuyi vented her resentment, then put aside those villains, and turned to consider Ye Xingtian's words, she thought for a while before saying: "Actually, there is one thing, I lied to you before?"

"Oh?" Ye Xingtian moved, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Lin Shuyi seriously.

Lin Shuyi smiled a little embarrassedly, and said: "You must know that my father is the man in black who assassinated Wuji before.

So, my father... really wants that Wuji to die. "

"It's understandable." Ye Xingtian nodded slowly, "Wu Ji's death is more than justified. If Senior Lin doesn't want to avenge his parents and elder brother, he will be a son of man in vain."

Layers of warmth rose in Lin Shuyi's heart, she couldn't help but smiled gratefully, two shallow blushes miraculously appeared on her face, her eyes sparkled like autumn water, she looked at the smiling young boy, for some reason, there was something in her heart. There was a strange feeling, like being drunk, warm and soft, and there was a lingering feeling of intoxication spreading in my heart...

She hastily lowered her eyes, and continued as if nothing had happened: "...so, my father also attacked Wu Ji afterwards.

However, this time it turned from bright to dark. "

Lin Shuyi's eyes darkened, and she said coldly: "Do you still remember the cold stone we met before?"

"Leng Shi?" Ye Xingtian squinted his pupils——Speaking of Leng Shi, it seems that it has nothing to do with this case, right?

Lin Shuyi said in a deep voice, "That's right, it's Leng Shi."

"My father is known as a saint, and most of his paintings are rare treasures in the world. They are often flocked to and praised. Although Wu Ji is a beast, he loves fame very much. In his later years, he was used to being a rich man, so he was always worried that people would laugh at him behind his back. He is a rough old man who came out of the army. So, on the contrary, he likes to collect arty things that literati love.

So, my father specially used cold stone to make a painting for him, a painting that could kill the owner.If Wuji got that painting, he would love it so much that he would cherish it and look at it from time to time, but once he opened the painting, he would be infected with the poison of the cold stone in the painting, and eventually die of the poison.

...And who would have thought that the real fatal thing would be a painting?And the cold stone is not easy to preserve, even if some of them think of the weapon and the untouched item suddenly, when they exclude all possibilities and think of the painting, the poison of the cold stone has already dissipated.

Dad set fire to the tribute orange grove before, because he wanted Wu Ji, who had a ghost in his heart, to go and investigate.So, in the end, the government continued to investigate and found Leng Shi in the tribute orange grove. Finally, it was concluded that Wu Ji was accidentally infected with the poison of Leng Shi in the tribute orange grove and died of poisoning due to improper handling. .

It's just that Wu and the rich master had been working for a long time, and his courage became weaker. The general who used to fight on the battlefield has become a rat who is greedy for life and afraid of death.

And because of that, Dad's painting couldn't be sent out. "

"Wait," Ye Xingtian said in surprise, "Did your father set the fire in the tribute orange forest?"

"Are you stupid? How is that possible!" Lin Shuyi said disgustedly: "Didn't the little beggar say before that the one who gave him the cold stone silver and set him on fire was a left-handed man! He used his left hand! ——My father before Assassin Wuji was injured, and it was his left hand, how can I give it to him?"

Ye Xingtian touched his nose in embarrassment, and smiled embarrassedly: "...but you said your father set fire to the tribute orange forest_(:_"∠)_"

"It's too late." Lin Shuyi took it for granted: "Since the surname Luo wants my father to take the blame, he must use Wu Ji's great enmity with my father as a note, otherwise who would believe that a painter can travel thousands of miles for no reason? Come all the way to kill an escort. Besides, the painting used to kill people must be a masterpiece, can it be done in a perfunctory way? When Wu Ji died, my father was still there Tossing about his paintings, how can I think that besides him, there are people who want Wu Ji's life.

To tell you the truth, the painting is still in the shabby house on the small island. When I heard that Wu Ji had died, my father couldn't sit still and hurried out to check the situation. up. "

"..." Ye Xingtian... Damn what she said is so reasonable, I can't refute it completely (=.=)...

Ye Xingtian wiped his face, and said awkwardly: "Then let's go and get the painting first."

With Lin Shuyi leading the way, the three of them quickly obtained Lin Baixuan's painting, and then went all the way to the suspect Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan was still crying in front of Wu Jiling, crying with genuine grief, anyone who saw it would feel moved to tears, Master Wu Ji has servants like this, this life is worth it.However, in the eyes of Ye Xingtian's three people who knew the truth, this attitude was unspeakably ironic, and it was disgusting.

"If Wuji really has a spirit in the sky, maybe he can really be revived." Lin Shuyi smiled sarcastically.

Ye Xingtian patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, and said with a smile: "We will soon send him down to meet Wu Ji for a chat and drink tea, don't worry."

The two of Chu and Lin couldn't help laughing.

Ye Xingtian cleared his throat, pulled his collar to tidy up his appearance, strode forward, and bowed his hands to Luo Xuan, politely: "Butler Luo."

Luo Xuan turned his head and looked at him expectantly, "Young Master Xiaoye? How's it going? Are there any clues? Has the murderer been caught?"

It seemed that he was sincere, if he hadn't already known the true face of this black-hearted old fox with conclusive evidence, maybe he would really have to be deceived by him.

Ye Xingtian raised his lips slightly, solemn and polite. Although he was young, he had a sense of self-confidence and confidence, which was convincing, "Don't worry, Steward Luo, I found some clues, but there are still a few questions I want to ask Steward Luo , and ask Steward Luo to tell the truth."

"Mr. Xiaoye, please!" Luo Xuan said, dabbing his eyes with the towel again and crying emotionally, "Don't ask a few questions, if the murderer can be found to comfort my master's spirit in heaven, then I will take it to the old servant What is your life worth?"

Ye Xingtian couldn't help showing a sneer, and clapped his hands in praise: "Good! Good! Good! Well said! This young master is also from a family, what I hate the most is the person who betrayed the Lord, and what I admire the most is Steward Luo. Loyal servant. Ruoluo Steward is really so loyal, if there are servants like this, if Master Wu is alive in heaven, he should rest in peace."

These words sounded like good words, but for some reason Luo Xuan looked at the young man's expression, and somehow felt something was wrong.

He cautiously smiled at Ye Xingtian, but didn't dare to answer, he moved a little anxiously, and quietly pulled himself together.