Chapter 115

The study was quiet for a while.

Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and cupped his hands and said, "Second Miss, it's time for me to go back to study. Please remember to have breakfast."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

"Squeak..."

The door opens.

He walked out and soon disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

The whole house returned to silence.

Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly. A bird fell from the roof and landed on the peach tree in the courtyard. It tilted its head and chirped, as if wondering about the unusual quiet here.

The door to the study room was gently pushed open.

Qiu'er came in with the freshly heated porridge and put it on the soft coffee table. She stood aside and looked at the weak girl on the couch with distress. She couldn't help but said: "Miss, the eldest lady told you this morning. of……"

The girl shook her head slightly and looked at the opposite place where the boy once sat opposite her. She said softly: "It's impossible...I won't agree, and my brother-in-law will never agree...My brother-in-law is a living person, not a commodity. How can I do it casually... If I agree, it will be an insult to my brother-in-law..."

Then he smiled bitterly and said softly: "Actually, I can see from my brother-in-law's eyes that he only has sympathy and respect for me, and nothing else... What's more, my brother-in-law is not a thing in the pool. He is here. Being wronged and treated coldly by his sister, he is only dormant temporarily... One day, he will leave here and leave the Qin family, so... he will not be emotional towards anyone here..."

After a while.

She suddenly thought of the girl who was standing under the peach blossom tree outside the window just now, and also thought of the subtle expression on her brother-in-law's face when he handed her the flowers. After a long silence, she whispered softly: "Maybe... there is also an accident."

In the reception hall of Qin Mansion.

Qin Wenzheng was discussing matters with everyone in the Qin family with a majestic expression.

The door is closed and the surrounding windows are covered.

Everyone in the Qin family spoke very quietly, with all of them frowning and looking serious.

"There is indeed something wrong with the accounts. I have checked. Two spies from the Song family have been caught in the past two days at the second and fourth sons. But there must be bigger spies hiding in our house. Otherwise, the Song family would not be able to do anything this year. Take advantage..."

"The top priority is to find out the biggest spy first. It turns out that every time we have a meeting, we will call the stewards of your governments and the gentlemen in the accounting room. They are all old people who have been with us for many years. But today, Except for our brothers, there are no outsiders here..."

At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door outside.

Immediately, housekeeper Zhou Tong's voice sounded outside: "Sir, Miss Zhu'er at the second lady's place wants to see you."

The talking in the living room suddenly stopped.

"Wei Mo?"

Qin Wenzheng frowned, thought for a moment, and said, "Let her in."

The door opens.

Zhu'er hurriedly entered the hall and saw all the masters of the Qin family there. She was a little nervous, but she didn't dare to hesitate. She quickly walked to Qin Wenzheng's side, lowered her head and saluted. Fang came to his side and whispered to the two of them. The lady had just spoken out her instructions.

Qin Wenzheng's eyes narrowed, and his face suddenly turned a bit ugly.

"That's what the young lady has told me. Master, I'm leaving this servant."

Pearl didn't dare to stay any longer and hurriedly retreated.

"Brother, what's wrong? Your face looks..."

"Is Wei Mo's illness coming back again? Hey, let's take some time and bring that girl to the capital to have a look."

Qin Wenzheng lowered his head and pondered for a moment, his eyes flashed, and he suddenly said in a deep voice: "Second child, third child, you go out with me. The others stay here, we will come back as soon as we go."

Everyone looked at each other, confused.

The second and third masters of the Qin family immediately stood up and their expressions became serious.

Qin Wenzheng took the two of them and left in a hurry.

Not long after.

The three of them led an old gentleman with gray hair into the hall.

Everyone was even more confused.

The closed door in the hall was still not opened until noon.

Butler Zhou and the guards stood in the corridor outside with solemn expressions, and no servants dared to approach.

There wasn't even a maid to serve tea or water.

This meeting lasted until evening.

When the door to the hall opened, the old man who was still energetic before had his legs weak and needed help from others.

As soon as everyone came out of the hall, a servant hurriedly came to report: "Master, last night at the poetry meeting on the Moshui River, a painting boat was burned. The eldest lady of the Song family and the maids around her were all buried in the sea of ​​fire and are missing. The second son of the Song family is missing. Song Zhe was attacked last night in Xiangyuan Alley, a hundred meters away from Song Mansion. His chest and head were smashed, and he died tragically on the spot..."

When everyone in the Qin family heard these two pieces of news, their faces were filled with astonishment.

As for the old gentleman who was being supported by Qin Wenzheng, as soon as he heard the second news, his legs suddenly softened and he collapsed on the ground, unconscious on the spot.

Seeing this scene, Qin Wenzheng's face suddenly became more gloomy: "It seems that the person who contacted him last night should be the precious second son of the Song family. But, who intercepted and killed him?"

Third Master Qin whispered: "Brother, we only found out about the meeting with this old guy last night after interrogation today. Did someone know about it in advance? Then while waiting for the little guy from the Song family to go back, suddenly Kill?"

Fourth Master Qin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's a good death! If that little bastard from the Song family sends all our secrets back, even if we make adjustments now, it will be too late. I don't know who actually helped us." A big favor. If we find out, we in the Qin family will have to thank each other very much."

Qin Wenzheng frowned and thought secretly.

Second Master Qin, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Brother, if the matter last night was not handled well, our Qin family may suffer heavy losses this time, so the person who intercepted and killed the boy from the Song family should not be Outsiders. Even outsiders are definitely people who are close to our Qin family, or people who have received great favor from our Qin family. Most people will not help us like this. After all, that boy is the most precious son of the Song family in Mocheng. "

"Could he have encountered a robber on the road? Looking for money or death? It may have nothing to do with our matter."

"Probably not, how can it be such a coincidence. And I heard that the boy also practiced martial arts, and he was not mediocre. Also, you just heard that the boy died miserably, and his chest and head were smashed. Yes, the person who intercepted him was obviously determined to kill him."

Second Master Qin suddenly said: "Brother, Mr. Sun is an old man who has been with you for more than 20 years. He has been in our family since his father. He has always been conscientious and loyal. No one should doubt him, right? And he I have always been flawless in my work, so why did Wei Mo suddenly show up? What did Wei Mo say to you just now?"

Qin Wenzheng frowned and didn't reply. He pondered for a moment and said, "You all should go back. You haven't eaten all day. Go back and eat quickly. I'll go to Weimo's place to have a look."

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Fourth Master Qin said with a smile: "Brother, why don't you let us brothers have a meal?"

Qin Wenzheng waved his hand, ignored him, turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he turned to the housekeeper Zhou who was guarding the door and said, "Mr. Sun just fell ill and died suddenly. Go and bury him in the small courtyard where he lived." , and we will dig him out and give him a proper burial after notifying his family tomorrow.”

As soon as these words came out, the old gentleman who was lying motionless on the ground suddenly trembled and got up with a pale face. He cried and shouted: "Master, please forgive me! Master, please forgive me! I am wrong, I am really wrong..." "

"Bang!"

Butler Zhou kicked him in the head and knocked him unconscious again.

Then they took someone with them, dragged him to a small garden at the back, dug a hole, and buried him directly in it.

These days, the death of a slave is like the death of a dog, no one will care.

What's more, slaves are private property and can be disposed of as you wish.

Qin Wenzheng was thinking about things all the way and came to the secluded courtyard where his second daughter lived. However, after standing at the door for a while, he did not go in. When he was about to turn around and leave, Zhuer suddenly saw him in the door and said in surprise: " Master, you are here, why don't you come in? The lady is writing in the study and hasn't rested yet."

Qin Wenzheng hesitated for a moment, then walked in again.

Entering the courtyard, looking through the open window, the delicate girl in a plain white dress was sitting quietly at the desk writing, her face was slightly pale, and her body was so weak that it was heartbreaking.

Qin Wenzheng entered the house and stood at the door of the study without going in.

Just as Qiu'er was about to go in to report, he asked in a low voice: "What is Weimo writing?"

Qiu'er hesitated for a moment, then replied respectfully: "Miss is writing... the lyrics written by my uncle."

Qin Wenzheng's eyes moved, he was silent for a moment, and said: "That boy...does he come here often?"

Qiu'er shook her head, glanced at the young lady inside, and whispered: "My uncle doesn't come here often. Every time he is forced to come here by the madam. Sometimes the young lady goes to look for my uncle, but she can't see her."

Qin Wenzheng frowned: "Is that guy so arrogant?"

Zhu'er, who was following behind, hummed: "My uncle is very arrogant. He always ignores my young lady. It's very hateful. Master, please tell me something about my uncle."

Qin Wenzheng was startled, thinking that the boy had indeed gone too far, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the boy had done the right thing.

Brother-in-law and sister-in-law should keep a distance from each other, right?

"I will find an opportunity to talk about him."

Qin Wenzheng nodded and thought to himself: Look for a chance to see if that boy is dissatisfied with Jian Jia and if he has any intention of leaving the Qin Mansion.

"Dad, you are here."

After Qin Weimo finished writing the poem praising plum blossoms, he heard the sound outside. He stood up and wanted to walk over, but his body went limp and he almost fell.

Qiu'er and Zhu'er hurried in and helped her.

Qin Weimo said softly, "I'm fine. Dad, are you here now, are you okay?"

Qin Wenzheng looked at her silently, then shook his head for a moment, with a gentle smile on his face: "It's okay, I just came to see you."

Qin Weimo smiled slightly and said softly: "Daddy, just give all the credit to Weimo."

After a pause, he whispered again: "If in the future... Wei Mo does something out of line, or does something that damages the reputation of the Qin family, I still hope that dad..."

Qin Wenzheng smiled and said: "Whatever you want to do, just do it. If you need dad to help you, just ask. You know better than them the reputation of the Qin family and the interests of the Qin family. Dad doesn't take these seriously. As long as you are good, dad will be satisfied."

Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly and said softly: "Thank you, dad. In fact, Weimo knows that dad gave up the business and cut off many benefits in the past two years without fighting or grabbing...actually it was all for us..."

Qin Wenzheng sighed and looked at her lovingly: "Wei Mo, in fact, in our Qin family, you are smarter than anyone else. If it weren't for your body... don't worry, we will go to Kyoto soon, and dad will do it for you." Find a good doctor..."

Qin Weimo looked at him and said, "Dad and I should be the only ones going, right?"

Qin Wenzheng was silent for a moment and said, "Everyone, go."

Qin Weimo whispered: "It turns out that dad has been planning for a long time... This Qin Mansion is coveted by so many people, there must be some secret, right?"

She raised her head again and said, "Dad, you don't need to tell me, and Wei Mo doesn't want to know. Wei Mo just wants to know, everything dad said...including brother-in-law?"

Qin Wenzheng frowned slightly and said nothing.

Qin Weimo looked at him, his voice was soft but extremely stubborn: "If my brother-in-law doesn't go, then Weimo won't go either..."

Qin Wenzheng's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it. He just said: "You have a good rest and take good care of yourself. The Chinese New Year will be in less than a month, and then the eldest princess will meet Come to Mocheng for the New Year, it should be very lively at that time. Okay, don’t think too much, dad is back.”

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

Qin Weimo looked at the empty door and stood quietly in the room for a long time.

Then, Fang slowly turned around and looked at the little poem on the desk.

She was stunned, then sat down in front of the desk, raised her bare hand, picked up the pen, and was about to dip it in ink when suddenly Yue Xiong's mouth became stuffy, she coughed, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

The words on the rice paper were instantly dyed red.

"Miss!"

Qiu'er and Zhu'er exclaimed, their expressions changed, and they were crying.

outside the window.

The sun sets and night falls.

The girl raised her head and looked outside.

The plum blossoms leaning under the eaves survived the cold winter, but ultimately could not survive the spring when flowers bloom, and have begun to wither...

"I'm so useless..."

The girl murmured softly, her pink lips turning red.

Like the red plum blossoms that once bloomed.

Brilliant in the ice and snow, withered in the flowers.

I just don’t know if it will be like the little poem stained red by blood on the rice paper, "fallen into mud and crushed into dust", and still...the fragrance remains the same.

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