I was killed by domestic violence, and I went crazy with barrage

Chapter 106 Do you want this blessing?

"So, it's impossible to think that Sheng Yuewen did it."

Wang Shang pointed to several shelves on the opposite side where embroidery items were displayed: "What's more, in such a large embroidery workshop, not to mention how long it takes to sort out the goods, it's just a matter of picking up the broken items and cleaning them. It will take at least an hour to put the blood and dirt on the ground and put new things in place."

"But how long have we been out for?"

"It's amazing, it only takes half an hour."

"To be able to clean things up so quickly and neatly in such a short period of time requires not only experienced hands, but also the tacit cooperation of at least two people. Otherwise, there will never be such high efficiency."

After listening to Wang Shang's analysis, the county magistrate was thoughtful.

"so……"

He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked very wise and profound: "Sheng Yuewen has an accomplice!"

Wang Shang:......

"Mrs. An's life is really nourishing."

Mrs. An smiled, put down the golden fork, and caressed the porcelain white round bead on her wrist, which was threaded by a red string. She felt an indescribable mockery: "Besides eating better and wearing better clothes, I There is nothing, so there is no nourishment.”

Wang Shang opened his mouth and was about to say something when Mrs. An raised her eyes and glanced over coldly: "The whole family is asking for help, and all nine tribes have been killed. This blessing is for you, do you want it?"

Wang Shang said something unclear, and his eyes fell on the peeled grapefruit meat, which was quietly placed on the white porcelain plate.

"If you can eat well and wear well, you are better than countless people in this world. Mrs. An should also cherish her blessings."

Zi Su brought a plate of peeled sweet pomelo with the same size and length and chilled red watermelon cut into regular cubes, and placed them gently on the stone table.

The smell of sweat after being crowded with people is blown by the wind to the bottom of several people's noses from time to time.

She casually picked up a piece of grapefruit and bit it lightly with her teeth. The reddish flesh of the grapefruit was immediately squeezed out of the juice, making her red lips more moist and beautiful.

He rolled his eyes speechlessly, but under the cover of his fake face, he couldn't be easily seen by the county magistrate.

Wang Shang looked at the man who was more elegant than the nobles in the palace, and twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

In the backyard of Chaohuang Xiufang, no one spoke for a while, and it was quiet.

"I asked someone to clean it up."

The county magistrate looked at Wang Shang, who frowned in thought.

When did this person come back?

The county magistrate blinked and seemed to be thinking seriously: "Isn't that the same? Are there still accomplices?"

The county magistrate thought that his analysis was reasonable: "If you are not an accomplice, why did you come to help clean up the scene?"

Wang Shang:......

Mrs. An pointed to a few empty seats next to her.

"Cherish blessings?"

Duan Qingshan looked at the two people beside him, and then at Mrs. An, who seemed to regard this place as her home. She sat down with a sullen face without saying a word.

She stretched out her hand again, and immediately another little maid came forward gently and presented her with a double-headed fork made of pure gold with a peony head and handle.

Mrs. An poured tea for all three of them, and moved her hands nonchalantly: "The grapefruit brought from Lingnan is sweet and relieves the heat. You all should try it too."

"My husband died early, and his two sons who had just grown up also went with him. The eldest daughter was abandoned by her husband's family and became a monk. The second daughter could not bear the humiliation. A piece of white silk was hung from the beam and her neck was strangled. , only a little girl who is not very clever is left with her..."

Mrs. An chuckled: "What blessings do I have that I should regret?"

"Isn't it possible that someone else came to clean up the scene?"

Why did the embroidery workshop get cleaned up now?
"Everyone, sit down and try the tea I brewed. The newly harvested Yuqian Longjing this year tastes pretty good."

He really had some feelings and couldn't refute it.

Weren't you still at the hospital just now?

There are actually people in the embroidery workshop!
The three of them hurried to the backyard with heavy expressions on their faces.

Wang Shang:......

Wang Shang was speechless for a moment and said nothing for a long time.

Seeing the person sitting at the stone table in the small courtyard, making tea and drinking tea, the county magistrate was stunned: "Mrs. An, what are you doing?"

The sudden sound coming from the backyard made the three men look at each other in shock.

She raised her hand and slapped her shoulder. Immediately behind her, a little maid came forward obediently and quietly, and began to squeeze and slap her with a practiced technique.

With this kind of brain, how on earth did he become the county magistrate?
madness!

The backyard of the embroidery workshop was originally quite spacious, but it couldn't accommodate Mrs. An's grand display. A group of people gathered here, and it suddenly felt cramped and uncomfortable.

Mrs. An seemed to be delighted by the sweetness of the watermelon, and narrowed her eyes with a smile.

She forked a piece of watermelon and bit into it. Sweet juice immediately spread in her mouth.

When he finished speaking, the eldest maid Zisu had already come forward and placed a cushion on the stone bench.

Mrs. An said "Hmm", her eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and she smiled lightly without raising her eyelids: "Is it moisturizing?"

Even the scattered sandalwood couldn't dispel the greasy hot smell.

Mrs. An chuckled, slightly mocking.

Wang Shang wanted to argue a few words, but he really couldn't say anything that was tenable.

His face burned with Mrs. An's mocking gaze.

In the end, I really couldn't bear it anymore: "I'm sorry, I made a mistake..."

Jiangning Weaving's death was indeed unjust.

It's not that people are clean and honest, but if the water is clear, there will be no fish. There are mistakes in Jiangning's weaving, but it will definitely not lead to death.

He's just unlucky.

Unfortunately, it became the chess piece in the hands of the emperor. In order to balance the relationship between the powerful and capable ministers in the court, the chess piece was used to stir up troubled waters and kill people. Not only did he lose his life in vain, but he also hooked up with the nine tribes...

Unfortunately, everyone knows that he was wronged, but no one dares to say that he was wronged.

Mrs. An snorted lightly and looked away.

The sky is getting darker, and there is always more rain in early summer.

After a few muffled thunders, the air gradually became damp.

Zi Su silently directed the maids and servants to start working lightly, and within a moment, the embroidery workshop was brightly lit.

"Madam, the wind is blowing hard, so be careful of catching a cold."

Zi Su took a cloak and stepped forward: "Looking at the day, I'm afraid it's going to rain. Why don't you go sit inside? Even though it's already summer, you can't be careless if you get caught in the rain."

Mrs. An declined lightly and picked up a piece of grapefruit to eat.

"It's getting hot today. There was a little bit of wind just now, but in the blink of an eye it's stuffy and uncomfortable. If I go inside, I'm afraid it'll be even worse. It's better to sit in the open-air courtyard here. Sit there, the wind is blowing, it can take away some of the boredom."

As soon as Mrs. An finished speaking, there was a little maid holding a fan. Under the signal from Zi Su's eyes, she gently stepped forward and started to fan.

The wind blowing from the fan is, after all, less natural and refreshing.

She frowned slightly and threw the remaining half of the grapefruit on the table: "This grapefruit has lost some taste after all. After all, it's not a serious response to the season. Even if it's all good, there will inevitably be one." The two are mixed in, sour and bitter."

Zi Su said "Hey!" and quickly leaned down to apologize: "It's all my fault. I didn't pick carefully enough. Please drink some honey sweet water to make it sweet."

As soon as she finished speaking, a little maid came forward and offered honey water.

Mrs. An waved her hand: "I don't like drinking this, it's boring."

She picked up a piece of watermelon, took a small bite, and chewed it carefully.

"It's better to eat this melon. It's in line with the season. It's sweet and refreshing." Wang Shang lowered his head and glanced at the neatly arranged watermelons of the same size, and suddenly he had doubts in his heart.

He frowned slightly, stood up and walked quickly to the kitchen.

Duan Qingshan's expression darkened and he followed immediately.

Wang Shang walked into the kitchen and took a look. Sure enough, there were three watermelons of about the same size on the chopping board. They were all cut in half, and only the middle part was taken out and cut into regular cubes.

He twitched the corners of his mouth speechlessly.

Although watermelon is not a rare thing, he has never seen many eating it in such a wasteful way.

Why did Mrs. An put on such a big show?

Even though Jiang Ning was aggrieved over the weaving incident, the palace, for some unknown reason, took special care of Mrs. An.

Even he had to stay out of the way to avoid getting into trouble and being scolded by his master.

But in the end, Jiangning Weaving's crime was clearly stated.

Mrs. An also kept a low profile in the past few years.

Why is today so unusual?

Wang Shang was filled with doubts and was about to go back and ask what was going on. When he turned around, he saw Duan Qingshan standing at the door of the kitchen, staring straight at him.

"Why are you following me?"

He looked at the man blocking the door like a mountain with suspicion.

"Look at you."

Duan Qingshan's face was expressionless, with an inhumane dullness: "I'm afraid you'll steal something."

Wang Shang rolled his eyes speechlessly: "I'm sick!"

What was there in this small shabby embroidery shop that made him worry about stealing?

The kitchen is still such a dirty place.

The woman sitting in the yard outside almost regarded this place as her home. He didn't say to keep an eye on her, but she was worried that he might steal something.

Wang Shang turned around and returned to the courtyard, asking bluntly: "What exactly does Mrs. An want to do?"

"Don't you just want to show us how extravagant and extravagant your daily life is?"

Mrs. An smiled and said nothing.

The county magistrate couldn't help but say: "Mrs. An, what do you mean? Then Sheng Yue heard about him..."

Mrs. An called Zi Su softly: "Bring the things here and show them to the county magistrate."

"Yes!"

Zisu then took out several deed documents with fingerprints on them from his sleeve pocket.

"This is?"

The county magistrate frowned.

"The more I heard about the boss of the embroidery shop, he thought he had found the embroiderer who worshiped the Buddha. He spoke and acted openly several times and provoked other embroidery shops. Later, he even wanted to use this opportunity to build momentum for his own embroidery shop and overshadow it. Other embroidery workshops in Jiang'an County have become the number one embroidery workshop in Jiang'an County."

Mrs. An explained: "In order to make a name for himself, Sheng Yuewen specifically sought me out and wanted to use my reputation and status in Jiang'an County as a gimmick to give him some face."

"I organized such an embroidery girl competition just to suppress other embroidery workshops led by Chaohuang Embroidery Workshop. I just never thought that the embroiderer girl he found for the so-called Buddha worship picture was a liar. Not only was it not a Buddha ceremony at all, The embroidery lady in Tu can’t even do basic embroidery work.”

"But at the beginning, in order to persuade me to agree to do this for him, Sheng Yuewen boasted and promised in Haikou that if he lost, he would give Yuewen Embroidery House to me as a partner and pay me another three thousand taels of silver. ”

The county magistrate frowned: "Is this serious?"

If it is true, then Sheng Yuewen is too stupid, right?

You don't even know whether the embroiderer you found is real or fake, and whether she has two brushes. How dare you promise to go to Haikou and block all your wealth?

He felt that normal people would not be so stupid.

Mrs. An's words are inevitably a bit doubtful.

After all, Sheng Yuewen was dead, and Mrs. An had cleaned up the body.

They don't even know where Sheng Yuewen's body was taken.

Even whether the person is really dead and there is no possibility of being rescued is no longer so sure.

This transfer deed document...

Who knows if it could be fake?

"Do I need to tell lies?"

Mrs. An was keenly aware of the suspicion, became displeased and angry, and her voice became a little darker.

"It's written in black and white. If the county magistrate doesn't believe it, he can go check it."

She picked up the tea cup and took a slow sip of tea: "It is clearly written on it. On a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, somewhere, I heard that the boss of the embroidery shop made an agreement with me."

She placed the tea cup on the stone table without hesitation.

"If the county magistrate doesn't believe it, he can go back to the Yamen and check the files to see if there are two identical deeds filed in the Yamen."

"It can't be possible. I already knew that today would happen, so I prepared these things in advance, right?"

"Even if I can forge things, I can't even forge the official seal, right?"

"Not to mention that I haven't reached that point with my hands and eyes, but I really have that ability..."

She darkened her face in displeasure: "I don't like a mere embroidery workshop, let alone use such despicable methods. The county magistrate really doesn't need to judge others too much!"

The county magistrate was puzzled.

What words!

What words!

What does it mean to judge others too much by oneself?

It's as if he often forges documents and does some deception!
"I was just asking casually why Mrs. An was so angry. After all, Sheng Yuewen died..."

Before the county magistrate finished speaking, he was interrupted forcefully by Mrs. An: "Who said Sheng Yuewen is dead?"

???

!!!

All three of them were shocked.

Wang Shang had already reached out and stroked the oxtail knife, and Duan Qingshan also had a sullen face, like a leopard ready to pounce at any time.

The county magistrate frowned: "What do you mean by Mrs. An's words? Sheng Yue heard that he clearly..."

Such a big piece of broken porcelain was inserted so deeply that blood flowed all over the floor. How could a person still be alive?

This, how is this possible?

The magistrate was shocked and speechless.

Seeing his appearance, Mrs. An burst into laughter.

"What is the expression on your face, Lord Magistrate?"

She looked at Wang Shang and Duan Qingshan again: "Why are you all so nervous?"

Hearing her being so calm and calm, the magistrate's eyes widened even more.

"Is Sheng Yuewen dead?"

This, how is this possible?
The county magistrate was puzzled, and Wang Shang was also suspicious. Duan Qingshan also looked at Mrs. An, thinking about how to silence the person.