sweet!The strange beauty spoiled the sick and weak son

In fact, Song Zhu had suspected before that Uncle Wu, who had been running around in the world for so many years, was the most ruthless person. It was not that he had not noticed the strangeness of the previous "Jiang Sijin".

But they have followed Meng Huaixuan for so long, and naturally they know that if they can see things at a glance, Meng Huaixuan can naturally do it too.

"Miss Jiang probably heard something strange in Yue'er's room next door, so she got out of bed to check." Meng Huaixuan completely ignored what Liu Ruyan said and began to speculate on the case.

Liu Ruyan's face turned red from suppressing her anger, and her fingertips turned white with anger.

Meng Huaixuan is a cover-up, an honest cover-up!
She said with a cold face, "Maybe he simply ran away with a guilty conscience."

"If she ran away with a guilty conscience, she would have put on her robe, but she didn't have time to put it on, which means the situation is urgent." Meng Huaixuan walked to Yue'er's room again, and the door showed signs of being kicked, and even the door bolt was broken, indicating that the situation was urgent. Someone kicked in the door from outside.

"Miss Jiang sensed something was wrong and kicked in the door. The first thing she saw was the knocked out Butler Zhu. She wanted to go forward to check, but she didn't expect that there was also a bad guy hiding behind the door." Meng Huaixuan pointed to the remaining people behind the door. The vase fragments are the same as those beside Butler Zhu.

It shows that the murderer used the same vase to commit the crime.

While the others were talking, Mo Han had already tracked them back, "There are some messy footprints behind the window. Three of them are very obvious. They are all the footprints of adult men. Two of them are particularly deep."

Uncle Wu nodded, "The two deep ones should be the two gangsters who are carrying Miss Jiang and Yue'er on their backs. Where did these footprints come from the Gao Mansion?"

Mo Han shook his head, "The footprints didn't leave Gao Mansion at all, they disappeared in the back garden."

This news shocked even Meng Huaixuan. If he didn't leave the palace, does that mean he was an insider?

"Why do the footprints disappear?"

Mo Han was also a little troubled, "Today happens to be the day when Gaofu renovates the garden once a month."

"What a coincidence?" Uncle Wu's eyes met Meng Huaixuan's in the air, and the two confirmed each other's thoughts. Uncle Wu's expression was solemn, "The Gao Mansion is heavily guarded, and several of them are masters in the army. How can this thief be so successful in the military?" It's as if Gao Mansion is in a deserted place, but it can be expected in advance that a gardener will come to renovate the garden today, and it's not close to the garden. It seems that this person must be a mole if he deliberately took the road to the garden. "

Song Zhu didn't understand what he said in front of him, but he did understand the word "traitor" in the back. He turned to Gao Anmu suddenly, stared at Gao Anmu and looked back and forth several times, and Gao Anmu waved his hands in fright. "When the crime occurred, I was with everyone all the time. I had no chance of committing the crime. Besides, doesn't Mr. Meng think that someone else is suspicious?"

"You mean Mrs. Gao?"

"Based on what I know about Mrs. Gao, I can take a step back and say that she is really trying to do something against Miss Liu. How could she be so stupid that she didn't even give enough drugs to let Miss Liu wake up early?" Are you making a fuss openly?"

Of course Meng Huaixuan understood the key here. Mrs. Gao did it on purpose. She did this to attract the attention of the whole family.

Just think about it, what could be more exciting than the dignified Mrs. Gao molesting a woman in public?
Gao Anmu reminded "kindly", "The maids who disappeared in the house before were all from Mrs. Gao's yard. If you want to find Miss Jiang, the only breakthrough is Mrs. Gao."

Gao Anmu's plan was so loud that even Song Zhu noticed it. It was clear that he was at odds with Mrs. Gao, but he pushed Meng Huaixuan out.

But Meng Huaixuan didn't care. He looked indifferent and said, "Thank you, Mr. Gao, for reminding me. I will go and see Mrs. Gao."

However, the whitened fingertips that were tightly grasping the handle of the wheelchair under the cover of the robe still betrayed Meng Huaixuan's mood.

He didn't want to delay for another moment. If he delayed for a moment longer, his Xiaoqi would be at greater risk.

……

Obviously an hour ago, Mrs. Gao was blushing with anxiety in front of everyone, but now she was sitting calmly and contentedly in the yard sewing clothes, without any sign of the embarrassment she had just now.

The heart is really strong.

Meng Huaixuan looked around and saw that Gao Heng had disappeared a long time ago. No one in the Gao Mansion knew that since Master Gao was born, Gao Heng had almost never been to Mrs. Gao's room. The concubines in the backyard were married one after another.All Mrs. Gao has is superficial beauty.I heard that if Gao Heng hadn't fallen in love with his legitimate son, he would have divorced Mrs. Gao long ago.

However, it was obvious that Mrs. Gao was contented, and she slowly raised her head until Meng Huaixuan arrived.

"Hey, what brought Mr. Meng here? Mr. Meng doesn't have to be busy taking care of his fiancée?"

Meng Huaixuan pretended not to understand the temptation in her words, and glanced at the half-made clothes in Mrs. Gao's hand. It was obvious that it was a man's clothes, "I didn't expect Mrs. Gao to be so considerate to Mr. Gao, even the clothes." Sew it yourself.”

Mrs. Gao snorted coldly, "There shouldn't be too many people rushing to make clothes for Master Gao. There is no shortage of me. I am making them for my Pei'er."

Pei'er, Meng Huaixuan recalled this name, Gao Peiyao, the legitimate son of Gao Heng and Mrs. Gao.

"Young Master Gao is indeed well-read in poetry and books, and he is among the best among people. It's a pity that Meng was unable to meet Mr. Gao in the capital. I wonder which academy Mr. Gao is studying in now? I can write a letter home and ask my father to take care of him."

The Meng family, the home of Zhong Ming Ding Shi, together with Meng Huaixuan, has produced six champions. Mr. Meng is the elder of three dynasties, and Meng Huaixuan's father, Taifu Meng, is a talent of the emperor's teacher. If ordinary people can be promoted by the Meng family, it will be great. Things that are unthinkable.

But Mrs. Gao refused flatly, perhaps because she refused too simply. She explained a few more words, "That child Pei'er has a boring temper and just studies by himself." She suddenly changed the topic, "I wonder if Mr. Meng has anything to do with the slave family?" What's up?"

The topic was changed so abruptly, and the words were so unclear, Meng Huaixuan already knew it very well.

He smiled faintly, leaving Mrs. Gao unable to comprehend any emotional changes at all, "It's nothing, it's just that Ruyan has an arrogant temper. I'll apologize to Mrs. Gao on her behalf."

Mrs. Gao kept staring at Meng Huaixuan and rolled her eyes, "I heard that Miss Jiang fell ill yesterday? Are you okay?"

Meng Huaixuan's smile gradually grew, "Sijin is still resting in the room. Hasn't Mrs. Gao always disliked Sijin? Why did she suddenly think of asking about her?"

Mrs. Gao laughed awkwardly, "After all, she is a junior. As an elder, I can't really care about her. Since she is resting well in the room, I am relieved."

In the following conversation, Mrs. Gao was obviously absent-minded and rambled on. Without saying a few words, she said she had a headache and asked Meng Huaixuan to go back.

As soon as Meng Huaixuan returned to the house, he asked Uncle Wu to check Gao Peiyao's whereabouts.

These words happened to be heard by Song Zhu who was eating melon at the side. He came over and said, "I know Mr. Gao! This Mr. Gao memorized Tang poems at the age of three and wrote articles at the age of five. He is famous in the capital. Many scholars regard him as He is an example. Young Master, why do you want to investigate Young Master Gao? Isn't he in the capital?"

Meng Huaixuan shook his head, "I doubt he is in the capital at all."

Song Zhu wanted to say something, but Mo Han suddenly covered his mouth. He glanced outside the door and signaled that there was someone outside, but Meng Huaixuan shook his head and asked Mo Han to let go of Song Zhu.

Signaling Song Zhu to continue, Song Zhu picked Mo Han a few times and continued, "How is that possible? I met Mr. Gao once before we came to Yangzhou City."

Mo Han shook off Song Zhu's hand and asked unconvincedly. In his heart, everything Meng Huaixuan said was right, but this damn Zhu dared to refute Meng Huaixuan! "Then after coming to Yangzhou City, do you have any news about him?"

Song Zhu scratched his head, "That's not true. Ever since he failed in a poetry competition with an unknown scholar, there seems to be no news." Look!What the adults said is right!Mo Han glanced at Song Zhu proudly, a little curious, "Sir, why do you doubt Mr. Gao?"

Meng Huaixuan looked out the window thoughtfully, "I saw Mrs. Gao sewing a uniform. She said it was for Gao Peiyao."

As soon as Meng Huaixuan said this, everyone present was shocked!

Song Zhu burst into tears almost instantly, "Master! Are your eyes healed!?" (End of Chapter)