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

Chapter 72 Can This Be Forgivable?

It is autumn, the climate in Beijing is dry, and the trees are full of withered yellow leaves.

The flames burned all night, thick smoke billowed, and the raging fire unscrupulously devoured everything and spread to the surrounding woods.

Shen Fu hurried back and followed Jiang Wu's whereabouts all the way, but he was one step too late.

He looked at the fire all over the sky, his eyes turned red, and the veins on his clenched hand hanging by his side were violently bulging.

It wasn't until dawn when the cock crowed that the city defense troops who heard the news put out the fire.

The wooden house in the courtyard was collapsed and dilapidated. Under the ruined walls, the guards of the city defense army found two scorched and curled up unsightly corpses.

The fire alarmed many people, and the city defense army was busy investigating the cause of the fire, and handed over the identification of the corpse to the government.

In the gloomy morning, the government office was quite noisy, and many people gathered.

Originally, today was the day when Jiang Wu was executed, and many people came here to see Jiang Wu being executed.

It was supposed to be a noisy scene, but because of being trapped here, the atmosphere became oppressive and gloomy, the oppressive feeling was so strong that it made people breathless, and the surrounding was extremely quiet, and at most they only dared to whisper in a low voice.

Shen Fu's mood was not too high, his face was cold and gloomy, he sat on the wheelchair with his hands folded, his slightly drooping eyes made it hard to see clearly.

After a detailed autopsy, Wu Zuo timidly made a conclusion in front of Shen Fu: "By identifying the damaged cloth and jewelry on the body, this one is indeed Jiang Wu who fled last night. That's right. Who is the other female corpse? Unknown."

He bowed his waist and showed Shen Fu a silver hairpin with orchid flowers, "Your Highness, this should be the hairpin that Jiang Wu often wears. I don't know why she was still tightly clutched in her hand and refused to let go when she died. You see ..."

Everyone knows that Shen Fu has a serious obsession with cleanliness, so Wu Zuo only dared to keep the silver hairpin away from Shen Fu.

This silver hairpin was stained with dust and was very dirty, so it lay quietly in his palm.

Shen Fuyou's deep and depressed pupils shrank suddenly, and the tip of his heart almost trembled violently. He could hardly hear what other people were saying behind him, and only the whistling of the wind remained in his ears.

It was her favorite silver hairpin among the many betrothal gifts he gave her.

She held on to this hairpin tightly until she died...

How painful it must be to burn her body in a sea of ​​flames. It turned out that even when she was about to die, she was always thinking of him, and it never changed.

Shen Fu has always considered himself cold-hearted, cruel, and nothing in the world can affect him, but at this moment, his chest feels oppressed and dull, as if being stabbed by a knife.

If only he could come back sooner...

He didn't hear Shen Fu's voice for a long time, and Wu Zuo was worried about his attitude. He was afraid that the dirty silver hairpin would be in the way of his eyes and offend this unpredictable killing god, so he planned to put away the silver hairpin first.

Shen Fu slowly stretched out his long and slender hands from the brocade-woven gold sleeves, tried hard not to tremble, touched the dirty and blackened silver hairpin with his clean and slender fingers, and his fingertips stopped on the carved orchid flower For a long time, staring at the silver hairpin, unconsciously lost his mind.

No one can see through, what kind of emotion is hidden in those deep and deep eyes at this moment.

Wu Zuo's body trembled suddenly, and all the people in the government courtyard showed shocked expressions.

I don't know why, but from Shen Jie at this time, they felt a trace of care and tenderness as if they were dealing with fragile treasures.

impossible!They must be dazzled!

Shen Fu has always been cold-blooded and cruel, how could he show such emotions to a broken hairpin.

But Shen Fu didn't speak, and Wu Zuo was so bent that he still didn't dare to move.

After a long while, just as Shen Fu was about to hold the cold silver hairpin, a dissatisfied and disgusted voice interrupted him.

"My lord, this dead man's thing is very dirty, you'd better not touch it."

The person who came was Wang Hongyu, followed by Wang Miaoyan.

He presumptuously ordered Wu Zuo, "Hurry up and throw this thing away, it will be bad luck if you see it."

Wu Zuo didn't dare to act rashly, and it was hard to get off when riding a tiger.

Many people agreed with what Wang Hongyu said, that something that was still tightly clutched in the hands of a female corpse when it was burned to death was extremely unlucky, and anyone would be afraid to get a little bit of it.

Shen Fu ignored Wang Hongyu and took away the silver hairpin.

Wang Hongyu didn't expect that Shen Fu would actually touch such a dirty thing with his own hands, and even treated him like nothing, and immediately asked angrily, "What is this son doing?"

"If you are blind, go to the clinic for treatment." Shen Fu's voice was low and cold, and he didn't even look at him. He held the orchid silver hairpin in his slender hand like jade, and put it close to his body regardless of other people's eyes.

Wang Hongyu's eyes were astonished and he couldn't believe it, he didn't even care about being humiliated.

Not only him, but the rest of the people were all stunned. Shen Fu didn't even have a shred of taboo against something that others would consider unlucky to touch.

Wang Miaoyan glanced at the silver hairpin with cold eyes, feeling troubled and depressed in her chest.

That bitch is still so lingering after death, I should have known that she shouldn't have let her die so easily.

The assistants analyzed in a low voice the identity of the remaining unnamed female corpse, why Jiang Wu was suddenly burned to death in a suburban courtyard after she had already escaped, it was unlikely that such a large fire was accidental, it was more like man-made.

There are many doubts about Jiang Wu's death, and the nameless female corpse is the only clue and breakthrough.

Wang Miaoyan squinted at Chen Xingye, who immediately walked out of the crowd after receiving the order.

"No need to guess, the other female corpse is Jiang Wu's dowry maid, Hongying."

A few people were puzzled and asked: "How does Master Chen know? Isn't Hong Ying missing for many days and has been absconding outside?"

Chen Xingye took out a letter from his pocket, "This is a suicide note written by Hongying herself, which I found in the servant's room in the Duke's Mansion. More precisely, it is a letter of confession."

There were quite a few officials present, and someone quickly took the letter and opened it for a look. The crooked handwriting on it was not very good-looking.

"Read it to me."

"The slave girl Hongying, because she was coerced by the young lady to help her do evil for many years, from a young age she watched the young lady often murder and kill the servants because of small troubles, and then it got worse, and she poisoned the master and his wife in a moment of hatred; Hongying was helpless. She ordered the death of many innocent people who stood in her way. When she was not married, she dedicated herself to seduce in order to cling to the rich and powerful, and had an affair with many foreign men, her personal morals were corrupt and promiscuous.

Since marrying the eldest son, the young lady's ambitions have become bigger and bigger. First, she directed and acted to get rid of Mrs. Shen and Xiao Shi, who had only two quarrels with her. He became resentful, and ordered his slaves to poison Mrs. Shen and Miss Wang, all kinds of things are too numerous to list.

Now that Hongying is at the end of her rope, she really can't bear the condemnation of her conscience. She would like to set herself on fire with her, so that there will be fewer disasters in the world. "

(End of this chapter)