Chapter 115: Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same

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 walked 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, looked at the opposite place, where the young man once sat opposite her, and whispered: "Impossible... I will not agree, and my brother-in-law will not 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 indifferently 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. She was silent for a long time, and then whispered: "Maybe... there is an accident too."

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, and everyone frowned with serious faces.

"There is indeed a problem 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 go everywhere 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 a few of 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 were there. She was a little nervous, but she didn't dare to hesitate. She quickly walked to Qin Wenzheng, lowered her head and saluted, then she came close to him and whispered to the two of them.

The lady just gave 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 said in a low voice: "Brother, we only found out about the meeting with this old guy last night after interrogation today. Did anyone know about it in advance? Then while waiting for the little guy from the Song family to go back, suddenly

Interception?"

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 helped us."

It's a big favor. If we find out, our Qin family will have to express our gratitude to each other."

Qin Wenzheng frowned and thought secretly.

Second Master Qin, who had been silent until now, 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 it be that we encountered robbers on the road? They were looking for money and 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, his chest and head were smashed.

The person who intercepted and killed 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 is

I've always done things perfectly, so why did a flaw suddenly show up? Just now, Wei Mo asked the maid to come over... What did he say to you? Could it be that Wei Mo found out? "

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

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 after notifying his family tomorrow, he will dig it out and give him a proper burial."

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

"

"boom!"

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 at will.

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.

After entering the courtyard, I saw from the open window that 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 Wei Mo 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?"
To be continued...