palm surgery

Chapter 60 Suspicion
Aside from the hexagram, the three of them faced the piece of paper and didn't see any other way out for a long time.

Poet He even went to the fire to bake according to the words in the book, but still found nothing.

They had no choice but to give up, put the things away again, and think of something else.

When He Lingjiang walked out of the flower hall, he could smell the thick bloody smell in the air before it dissipated: "Uncle Cheng, what should I do with these corpses?"

After the incident in the early morning, He Cheng never dared to treat Qi Niangzi as an ordinary little girl again, and immediately replied respectfully: "The sound of the fighting in our house will definitely not be concealed from the servants and the neighbors in the house."

"I was about to send someone to hold the order of the head of the house and go to the county office to report, saying that there were thieves in the house last night."

The aristocratic families that have been passed down for many years all have private soldiers. In the present, although private breeding is prohibited, the aristocratic family also has many family soldiers in order to protect themselves. When encountering thieves and bandits, they can solve it on their own without waiting for the government to send troops.

As for what the matter is, there are always some inconveniences for outsiders in the aristocratic family, and the people of the county government will not get to the bottom of it.

He Lingjiang nodded: "So it's hard work to become an uncle."

She walked all the way back to her courtyard, and saw the servants, maids, and servants in various courtyards, who had opened their doors, and gradually became busy.

This night terror, although frightening, is over in the end.

He Lingjiang was running around all night to kill, and in addition to hurting his soul, it was inevitable that he would be sleepy at this time.

After she showered and washed, she ordered the door to be closed and fell asleep.

This sleep, is to the evening.

He Lingjiang didn't like to enter the house without permission, and Qingzhu Qiongzhi didn't dare to come in to hold the lamp at will, so the room was pitch-dark.

She didn't call out to anyone, but just got out of bed and put on her shoes, and sat in front of the dressing table in the dark.

There were two candlesticks next to it. She reached out to light it, and then took one of them and looked closely in front of the mirror.

On the forehead, it was only a thin layer of tender red scab, but it was completely formed, and the scar on the neck didn't seem as hideous as before.

Her fingertips slid lightly from her neck, but only for a day.

In just one day, the wound that has not healed has undergone such a big change.

The lights flickered, and she couldn't help squinting her eyes.

After a long time, He Lingjiang wrapped the wound again and called out, "Palm the lamp."

Qingzhu Qiongzhi came in with a candle and lit the lampstands in the house one by one, and the whole room lit up at once, and the lights were bright.

"Qi Niangzi, it's getting late, can you eat now?"

He Ling Jiang nodded: "Order someone to bring it in."

The food was rather bland tonight.

He Xiancheng was newly mourned, and the servants in the house did not know the reason, but thought that he was murdered by gangsters, so the meal was also prepared according to the funeral ceremony of the main family, and there was no meat or fishy smell.

He Lingjiang lowered his eyes, put a few pieces of vegetarian vegetables on the chopsticks, and had a simple dinner with clear porridge.

"Did you all the gentlemen and ladies go to the front yard?"

He Xiancheng's coffin was suspended in the front yard at this moment, and he would be buried only after his family had kept it for seven days.

Qiongzhi shook his head: "The head of the family said, the mansion has just been in chaos, so all the gentlemen and ladies can stay in their own courtyards. Only a few gentlemen and ladies from the second room are allowed to go to guard the spirit."

He Lingjiang understands that since He Xiangshan has never revealed the true cause of He Xiancheng's death, he does not want outsiders to see into the family's affairs.

But after all, he killed the people in the long room, and there is no reason to let the other rooms guard the spirits for him.

"Master Erlang's funeral, what will the palace prepare for?"

Qiongzhi said in a low voice, "Keep everything simple. The head of the family has handed over this matter to Master Saburo. The Seventh Lady can rest in her own courtyard with peace of mind these few days."

He Lingjiang nodded.

The whole He Mansion hung up white peas. In the remaining days, people from the mansion came to offer condolences one after another. Seeing that only He Qianli's widows and ladies and gentlemen who were in the second room were greeted as gifts, I couldn't help feeling strange in my heart.

But this is a private matter of the He House. All those who came to offer condolences were from a big family and knew the rules.

In a blink of an eye, He Xiancheng's body has been in the coffin for seven days, and tomorrow morning, it will be buried in the He's ancestral tomb.

He Lingjiang looked at the sky and said, "Aman, follow me to the front yard to have a look."

It was already dark, and everyone in the mansion had rested. Aman followed her all the way. The courtyard was quiet, except for the occasional sound of a cat meowing in one or two courtyards.

There were only two old servants guarding the courtyard where the spirit stopped. Xu Zhi couldn't stand it anymore, and his head was involuntarily pointing down.

He Lingjiang held the tactic in his hand, and the old servant leaned softly on the door frame and fell asleep.

"Squeak."

She pushed the door in.

In the center of the hall was a thick dark coffin, and the shelves on both sides were filled with candles. With the opening of the door, a gust of wind swept through, and the candles swayed slightly.

A figure knelt in front of the coffin.

Hearing the voice, she turned her head.

"Ling Jiang, why did you come here?"

"I'll take a look."

"You've got your mind." Mr. Wu lowered his eyes and threw a few pieces of paper into the brazier. The flames ignited on the paper, and a thin tongue of flame spit out abruptly, and then dissipated with a bang, turning into a few wisps of ashes. Circling in the air and dissipating.

"Auntie has been watching for a long time, do you want to rest?" He Lingjiang asked, staring at the lingering ashes.

Wu shi shook his head and said softly: "It's the last night. If you want to guard your second uncle from now on, you won't have this chance."

She turned her head slightly and looked at He Lingjiang who was standing beside her: "Why are you here?"

Lord Erlang stayed for seven days, and the people in the eldest room never appeared. Now, in the middle of the night, the Seventh Lady appeared in the mourning hall. If she came here without incident, no one would believe her.

She stared at He Lingjiang, the unparalleled He Jiaqiniang, who still has a gauze covering her forehead and silk satin around her neck to hide her old scars.

"You disappeared in Yunjuguan a few years ago, and you returned with an injury after being missing overnight. Is this injury related to your second uncle?"

He Lingjiang smiled slightly: "Did Auntie guess it? Or...Auntie knew it early on?"

Wu's fingertips holding the paper money couldn't help but tighten: "I'm just a little suspicious in my heart."

"That day you were injured and returned to the palace, but after two hours, Lord Erlang also hurried back and went straight to your courtyard. When he returned to the room, his expression was a little wrong."

"He worked in the county, except for Xiu Mu, he was not in the house on weekdays. However, since that day, whenever he returned to the house, he would always inquire about you without a trace, and let me pay attention to your strangeness. "

Wu's lips twitched: "I've been sleeping with him for [-] years. How can I not notice that he is so abnormal?"

"It's just that Auntie never said it." He Lingjiang looked at her and said.

"Just like eight years ago, he planned to cause his eldest brother to fall off a horse and die, and then colluded with Xuan Yang, cast a spell on his father, and performed magic on Wulang. Auntie clearly had doubts in her heart, but she never asked or said anything."

Wu shi smiled sadly: "Yes, I obviously have suspicions, but I never dared to ask, dare not say, I just pretended that I was blind and blind. occur."

She gave a "ha": "It's really self-deceiving."

"Ling Jiang is here now, but wants to find me to settle the matter? Since I know nothing, it is my fault, and I am willing to bear all the consequences. It's just that this has nothing to do with the ladies and gentlemen. Don't anger them."

He Lingjiang shook his head and said, "I can think of these things. Does Auntie think that my father can't figure it out? Since he doesn't say it, he doesn't intend to get involved."

"Although the second uncle is hateful, the brothers and sisters in the second room are innocent. All the grudges will end here. This is what my father means and what I mean."

He Lingjiang squatted beside the brazier and threw a few pieces of paper into it. The flickering fire made her face a little hazy.

"I really just came to see."

Wu shi frowned, and was about to speak, but she saw her looking over, and the firelight reflected her eyes.

"Auntie, have you heard of the Seven Days Return to the Soul?"

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