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Chapter 142 Liu's Madness (3)
But it's not over yet...

"What's going on here?" A man's voice sounded from the room, and there was a sleepy laziness in his voice.

Liu's expression brightened, yes, he must know, he must be able to explain for himself, but the next second, Liu was stunned again, explaining, explaining what, that man was clearly the man she originally wanted to arrange to enter Fifth Aunt's room first But I don't know how to get along with my... man.

Prime Minister Leng is an old ginger, and he gestured to Steward Tian behind him. Steward Tian understood, and looked at Mrs. Liu with sympathy and complicated eyes, and was about to retreat to let the novice evacuate these pilgrims...

"Ah, he's dead..." The man's exclamation came from inside the room again.Following the exclamation, the man ran out in a hurry, and it seemed that he was too frightened to wrap up his clothes in time.

"Ah." Some female pilgrims quickly covered their eyes.

"Amitabha..." the novice monks chanted Buddhist verses.

The man came to his senses, lowered his head, and seemed to want to hide in the house, but when he remembered that there was a dead person in the house, he backed out again, which was not funny.

Finally, someone threw a shirt over to cover up the man.

Although Mrs. Liu was terrified and confused at this time, and was hit hard, she really came back to realize the situation in front of her. The man who was supposed to have fun with Fifth Yiniang had a good night with her, and she wanted to plant dirt and frame the cold. Could it be that Yan Nuo's body also appeared where it shouldn't be - in her room.

At this time, the host Fang Zhan who rushed over happened to hear the three words "dead person", with a kind face full of sadness, after typing a Buddhist gatha, after a slight salute with Prime Minister Leng and Leng Yannuo The three of them ran directly into the house.

In the room, beside the corner, where the curtain hangs, a little monk is bleeding from the corner of his mouth, his eyes are open, and he is dying.

Prime Minister Leng looked at the corpse on the ground, and then looked out of the window at Liu Shi, who was completely unaware of catkins fluttering in the wind, frowned and thought for a moment.

"Come on, report to the officials." Leng Yannuo didn't wait for everyone's reaction to grab people's attention first, and suppressed what Prime Minister Leng was about to say, trying to make things trivial, and there was no door.

Prime Minister Leng looked at Leng Yanruo, with deep meaning on his face, "Princess Li never thought she would be so courageous." A pun.

Leng Yannuo frowned slightly, with a sad expression, "Yannuo was born by my father, so there is naturally a legacy of my father. This person is dead, and this kind of thing happened to my aunt. As Princess Li, Yannuo should naturally care about her." Yes, you say yes, father." The word "father" has a heavy and slow ending.

Prime Minister Leng seemed to smell a glow in the accent.

Fang Zhan, the presiding officer of Hanshan Temple, asked some pilgrims to take some pilgrims down to rest, while some pilgrims with good deeds still stopped outside the courtyard to watch.

Whether it is the host or Leng Cheng, at this juncture, they should not push people too much, so as not to cause more unnecessary criticism.

After one stick of incense, Jing Zhaoyin brought people over.

Jing Zhaoyin seemed to be taken aback when he saw Prime Minister Leng and Leng Yannuo. Obviously, the person who reported the case did not specify who was involved.

"My lord, I was killed with a single knife, and there was no extra trauma." Wu Zuo reported the situation to Jing Zhaoyin, "It's only an hour or two since he died."

"Impossible." Liu Shi, who was walking in from the outside of the house, retorted, she had already sorted out the matter clearly, and now she was staggering over with Yang Nam's support.

Prime Minister Leng's eyes lingered on Liu's unnatural legs, his gaze was as deep and icy as frost.

Seeing the light in her eyes, Liu's body was slightly taken aback. The reason why her legs were unnatural when walking was because of something, of course she knew... her mind was dark at this moment.

Wu Zuo raised his head and glanced at Mrs. Liu, then lowered his head, "It's impossible to talk about the position of Wu Zuo for generations. I don't know what Ma'am means?"

Mrs. Liu was stunned, speechless, what to say, said that the little novice obviously died last night, it is impossible to die for only one or two hours, then why would she know, besides, he was in the house with the man... so what Will die for an hour or two without noticing?
How to say how wrong.

Leng Yannuo looked up at the sky, the temperature in the back mountain of Hanshan Temple is very suitable for putting corpses, it's so pitiful, carrying a corpse back and forth in the middle of the night.

Liu's body trembled, and then quickly covered it up, then frowned, as if she had made some great determination in her heart, she turned her head, with a dazzled weeping expression, "Master, I was really wronged in this matter. Ah, I don't know anything, have you forgotten the friendship between us..."

Hearing this, Prime Minister Leng glanced at Mrs. Liu, his brows moved slightly, then he turned his head and said to Jing Zhaoyin with a serious expression, "Please ask Jing Zhaoyin to investigate this matter carefully. As for my wife..."

Leng Yannuo paid attention to Prime Minister Leng's expression from the beginning to the end. It seems that just after Liu's words, especially after the word "love", the indifferent expression in Prime Minister Leng's eyes changed big bend.

Jing Zhaoyin glanced at the room, it was so firmly established, if it is said that the man died for a long time, there are still doubts to be investigated, who would stay all night... Merry, and put the body in the room, but, look up again Seeing Prime Minister Leng's expression of clearly wanting to protect his wife, it's... so difficult...

Jing Zhaoyin belonged to Prime Minister Leng's faction in the court, so naturally he didn't want this matter to become a big one, and he could make it as small as possible. He turned his head and looked at Leng Yannuo inadvertently. Fortunately, there is only Princess Li with a high status here.

Thus, Jing Zhaoyin turned his bureaucratic face away from the corner where no one could see, and gave Prime Minister Leng a sarcastic smile.

Prime Minister Leng naturally understood, glanced at the presiding officer Fang Zhan, who had been closing his eyes and reciting the scriptures of the past life, and then squinted at Mrs. Liu, and then sighed guiltily, "Master Jing Zhaoyin must look into this matter carefully. Inheriting the law and ordering the officials, I will definitely not forget the law for personal gain..."

"Ah, there are ghosts, there are ghosts..." Mrs. Liu suddenly jumped up on the ground, with a slightly abnormal expression on her face.

"Master, there must be a ghost, ah, I saw a ghost, ah, who are you, who are you..."

This is... Leng Yannuo glanced at Liu Shi, is this the rhythm of pretending to be crazy?She is quite smart, just like her son, knowing that if she is imprisoned at this time, even her first-rank wife cannot save her.

Prime Minister Leng ordered someone to pull Mrs. Liu over, and then he said pleasantly to Jing Zhaoyin, "Ma'am...although this is the case, but as a prime minister, I can..."

"The prime minister was joking. How could my wife kill a person without the power to restrain a chicken? This man is the most suspect. The prime minister is for the country and the people, and he will definitely not favoritism. The next official will investigate this matter as soon as possible. As for the madam, think about it." The blow is too great, if you have something to ask, you should ask for it." Jing Zhaoyin opened his mouth with fists in his arms, and the Tai Chi in his words was not exposed, and the people outside the yard who stopped to watch from a distance naturally couldn't hear what was said inside. .

(End of this chapter)