Delicate and difficult to coax, the sick and spoiled son pinches his waist and spoils him wildly

Chapter 115
The eldest lady opened her mouth: "When I first asked to marry Chengjun, I read the birthday horoscope, and it was written on it. It is the horoscope of Chengjun's birthday. This is the art of witchcraft, mother! Your Majesty strictly prohibits the practice of witchcraft. If His Majesty knows, even our Duke’s Mansion will not be able to talk about it.”

Sophora twig lettering?

Jiang Wu felt it was even more ridiculous, and calmly explained: "Huaizhi is to cook Qizhijian for His Highness's treatment. This thing was sent by Aunt Wang, and it has nothing to do with me. The things are all collected by the servants of Changmo Hall. Instructed to cook, Hongrui also knows that the concubine has not passed."

"In that case, Jiang Wu, these things belong to Wang Chengjun?" Suddenly a voice came from outside.

The scorching heat of summer gradually subsided after midnight, the night was cool, and the wind suddenly turned cold, blowing through the thin shirt made Jiang Wu, who looked fragile, tremble a little.She was puzzled, "What does Miss Wang mean?"

Wang Miaoyan came here in a strange way, either the Wang family or the Shen family were present here.Ever since Wang Miaoyan was poisoned at the last birthday banquet, and the Wang family lost two salt invitations, Jiang Wu hadn't seen her for a few days.

She was wearing a pink summer shirt, her face was like peach blossoms, her eyes were full of autumn water, and her lips were curved like a moon. "If you want the witchcraft to be effective, you must have that person's belongings. These things are all Aunt Wang's. Jiang Wu , but you admitted it yourself."

For some reason, Jiang Wu felt uneasy in her heart, only feeling that there was something behind these words.

"Grandmother, Miao Yan got a father's order to bring you a helper."

As he spoke, a fierce man in gray servant clothes appeared with his head bowed.

Even though everyone only saw the black top of their hair, there was a chill in their hearts instantly.His eyes are reminiscent of black snakes hiding in the night, cold-blooded and ruthless.

"Mr. Fu is the boss of the Wang family, and there will be no news about what happened today. The aunt and the Wang family can rest assured. Mr. Fu, I'm sorry." Wang Miaoyan was polite.

This "Mr. Fu" went straight to the corpse, lifted the white cloth to observe, and opened the eyes of the corpse with bare hands. "The face and eyes showed rigor, and the time of death should be within half an hour to an hour and a half."

"There are corpse spots on the back of the female corpse's arms. When she died, her back and hands should have been oppressed. It is guessed that she died on a flat ground or a bed."

He opened the mouth of the female corpse again, observed the mouth, and even stuck Wang Chengjun's disemboweled corpse on the face.

I don't know how long it has passed, Jiang Wu felt that her breathing was going to be stagnant.

"The scars and rubbing marks left on the corpse's hands can be matched. It is not a homicide, but a suicide. The tool used should be a dagger. The old lady can send someone to search around the corpse." Mr. Fu cupped his hands.

As soon as this remark came out, all four were shocked
"What? Suicide?" Patriarch Wang seemed to have heard some joke, with a sad and sarcastic expression on his face, "Is Cheng Jun crazy or a fool? Have you ever seen someone who would cut himself open!"

The fatal wound on Wang Chengjun's body pierced through his abdomen, which was not something he could do.

"Mr. Fu used to work for the palace. Uncle Wang, don't offend the master." Wang Miaoyan's expression turned cold. If her father hadn't asked, she might not be able to bring this job!
Could it be that others can humiliate at will?

Patriarch Wang stared at Mr. Fu's face, his eyes widened, and he suddenly remembered this person, and his mouth was closed for a moment.

"It's because of the suicide that it's weird. If the Wang family doesn't believe in it, you can hire the assistants of Dali Temple, just make sure that the personnel are clean and don't leak the news. This is too terrible. It will do more harm than good to the Wang family and the Shen family." Wang Miaoyan's round almond eyes Staring at Jiang Wu, "It's not the art of witchcraft, who would do this to me?"

How come it happened that Jiang Wu was present when Wang Chengjun died.

How come it happened that only the old lady and Yun Cui knew where Wang Chengjun was in the whole house.

Jiang Wu's head was buzzing and hurting, she massaged her temple with her index finger, she just felt that she had entered a big situation.

One... It's very big, and it's even more elaborate than the poisoning at the birthday banquet last time.

"Old madam, I didn't do anything." Jiang Wu said frankly, looking back and forth at the people in the Zhengshan hall.

who is it?

Hongrui, Da Furen, Lao Furen or Wang Miaoyan?

Hongrui was shaking like she was sifting chaff, kowtowing frantically to Jiang Wu, making constant bang bang bang.The little girl explained while crying, "Auntie believes me, Hongrui really didn't do anything, but found these things inside, so I dare not report them."

"Old lady, please give this concubine some time. I will prove my innocence by myself. The pure will be clear, and the turbid will be turbid. Then the truth will surely come to light."

It was getting late, and it was too late for everyone in the Wang family to stay any longer.

Wang Chengjun's body was transported to Yizhuang overnight, and those who died tragically were not allowed to enter the grave.It's a pity that this woman can't go home after she dies, and she can't enter the grave of Shen's family.

Jiang Wu was strictly monitored, and she could not leave Changmotang in one step.

……

The carriage was rolling on the road out of the city, and the moonlight shone on the bluestone slab.The coachman lowered his head, looking at him as a thin and stooped little old man, his clothes were patched but very clean.

"Miss, don't blame our family. The Wang family has also worked hard, and you will reincarnate well after you die. I will burn some paper money for you."

The corpse had to be parked for several days. I don't know whether it was the ice placed around Wang Chengjun's corpse or some other reason.

"Crack squeak~"

There was some movement from behind.

The little old man's body was stiff, and he turned around slowly. Wang Chengjun's face was almost pressed against the other's.

The silent night was broken by a scream, and the driver on the street was frightened to death, and fell on the flat street with wide-eyed eyes and a horrified face.The wind blows over the white cloth, revealing the face of the female corpse.

But at this moment, neither the Shen family nor the Wang family knew that the two families would become the talk of the common people in the capital tomorrow.

On the teahouse on the left side of the cart, there is a carved building and a painted building. A woman is holding a parrot cage in her hand, and teasing the birds in it with the other hand, "Huahua, look, this play is interesting, and Miss Wang is also very interested." interesting."

In this scene, the praying mantis catches the cicada, with the oriole behind.But until the end, who knows who is the real oriole?
Early in the morning, a nanny heard something from the housekeeper and walked quickly to the yard, opened the door and went to Ba Bu's bed to wake up the old lady.

"Old lady? Old lady?"

The old lady squinted her eyes, and said in a weak and lazy voice, "What's wrong?"

"A major event happened. The driver who transported Wang Chengjun's body died suddenly in the street last night, alarming the government. The driver was not a slave, and the government's autopsy said that he was frightened. People nearby can also testify that they heard screams last night. Aunt Wang’s ghost is responsible for this one after another death, right?” Mammy hurriedly slapped her mouth twice after she finished speaking, “Old slave made a mistake. Old madam, now the government has handed over a letter. There are rumors about our Duke's mansion. What should we do?"

(End of this chapter)