On the paper is the handwriting of Aunt Liu: Mrs. Kill me.

Aunt Liu's name is very familiar with Meng Wanqiu, and he also knows Aunt Liu's habits.

When Aunt Liu writes, she is used to raising the end of the strokes slightly, and the ends of the strokes of the two characters "官网" are all lifted up.

"It's indeed that old witch! Woo woo..."

Meng Wanqiu covered her mouth tightly, preventing herself from crying.

Why? Her aunt was locked in the ancestral temple, why didn’t the old witch let her go?

She is already very obedient, why don’t she let her aunt go?

That's her biological mother!

She is a motherless child!

Mom, Mom, my daughter doesn’t want to be a motherless child!

Even if you are in the family temple, as long as you are alive, she will be a child that your mother loves!

Dad is so indifferent to her. How will she live in the future if she loses her mother?

Why? Why? Why? What exactly?!

Suddenly, when Meng Wanzhou was rumored, what Mrs. Meng said: It must have been taught by Aunt Liu!

The person who spread the rumor has not found out yet. Is Mrs. Meng still suspicious of her and Aunt Liu?

Meng Wanqiu seemed to have found the reason why Mrs. Meng poisoned Aunt Liu and determined that Mrs. Meng was the murderer.

This is the family temple. Mrs. Meng is the head mistress of the Meng family and will not leave any traces. Her aunt is afraid she will die in vain.

Moreover, Meng Wanzhou will soon become the second princess. How should she take revenge if she loses her own mother and her father doesn’t love her?

Meng Wanqiu tore the paper balls apart, threw them into the Gongbu, wiped away the tears, and walked out.

As expected, Mrs. Meng and Meng Wanzhou investigated for a long time but found no clues. Finally, they buried Aunt Liu.

In fact, for a concubine who was guilty of being in the family temple, the funeral was already very decent.

Whether it is a coffin, a burial object, or a cemetery, it is handled according to the normal regulations of the aunt.

But Meng Wanqiu is not a brainy person, and now he believes that Mrs. Meng is the murderer, so it depends on the problem with everything.

Mrs. Meng and Meng Wanzhou saw Meng Wanqiu becoming extremely silent, thinking that she was stimulated by Aunt Liu's death and treated her even better.

Although Mrs. Meng doesn't like Meng Wanqiu, she is really pitiful now and comforts her softly: "Don't be sad, learn things well in the future, and I will find you a good family."

Suddenly he thought of something and frowned and said with a pity: "Oh! Your aunt has to stay mourning for three years now! This... this aunt Liu really doesn't know how to pick the time!"

Meng Wanqiu's face turned dark. Everyone was dead. He was still complained that he would not be able to pick him up when he died?

Why don’t you take action when you pick on it?

Meng Wanzhou also felt that Mrs. Meng said something bad, and said, "It doesn't take three years to pinch her head and tail. She just got to the head and her filial piety period was over. She was less than eighteen years old, so it would be too late. It's just right to take advantage of this time to pick someone."

Although he has been filial for three years, he does not have the full third anniversary, but the New Year is the basis. Meng Wanqiu can get married after the third Spring Festival.

Mrs. Meng sighed, "It's a good thing that she didn't decide her marriage, otherwise it would be bad if the man couldn't wait to break the engagement."

Meng Wanzhou said: "Maybe there is a good marriage waiting."

Mrs. Meng thought about it and said, "Yes, at that time, you were already a princess. The marriage between your younger brother and sister is naturally the one who needs to be mentioned up more than now."

Somehow, Meng Wanqiu remembered the day she met Yin Wenxiu and heard the discussion of the people who saw the funeral.

A sinister sneer appeared on the corner of her lips. If you killed her aunt, are you still dreaming of a royal relative?

When she returned to the mansion, Meng Wanqiu lived a life of filial piety.

But Mrs. Meng pity her without her mother. Although she was filial, she did not make her food and consumption too simple, so she tried to treat her as much as possible.

On the seventh day of Aunt Liu's first seventh day of the 5th day of the 7th day of the 7th month, Meng Wanqiu asked to go to the grave to worship, and Mrs. Meng agreed and asked the woman who knew this to prepare sacrifices for her, thinking about everything carefully.

In the evening, Mrs. Meng greeted her husband from the old lady and was a little tired.

As a wife, it is inevitable to be a wife in the morning and evening, especially when you don’t like your mother-in-law, you are even more tired.

"Madam, are you tired? Take a bath." The personal maid took off her cloak.

Mrs. Meng nodded, "Late Qiu went to burn five or seven for her aunt. Are you back?"

The maid hung her cloak on the clothes rack and said, "I'll be back after noon."

Mrs. Meng nodded and asked again: "Where did the master rest today?"

The maid replied, "Aunt Zheng is not feeling well, so I invited the master to come over."

Mrs. Meng snorted coldly, "Fox Meizi! Just use some despicable means!"

The maid didn't say anything, and served her to take off her coat and go to the clean room to take a shower.

The two maids carried hot water in and poured it into the bathtub.

The personal maid picked up the basket in the cabinet, which contained some flowers and petals. It was cold now, so it was picked in the greenhouse in the mansion, and only the wife and Miss Wanzhou could use it in the mansion.

The maid scattered fresh petals into the bathtub, and the petals floated in the bathtub, and the fragrance emitting a fragrant aroma when hot water was encountered.

Mrs. Meng took off her clothes, was helped by the maid and sat on a small stool inside the bathtub.

The hot water was coming to her shoulders and she was soaked in hot water. She sighed comfortably.

Two maids served her, one washed her long hair and the other massaged her shoulders.

Mrs. Meng leaned against the bathtub, squinted her eyes, and enjoyed the maid's service.

After washing his hair, Mrs. Meng said as usual: "You guys go and do it, I'll take a while."

The two maids retreated, one prepared the wife's close-fitting clothes after she left the bath, and the other made the bed.

Mrs. Meng seemed tired, and she leaned her head against the edge of the bathtub. She fell asleep without realizing it. Her body slowly slid down and gradually sank into the water.

Then, after a few slaps of powerlessness, there was no movement.

The two maids probably had about the same time, so they pushed the door and saw that there seemed to be no one in the bathtub. They looked at each other hesitantly.

"Madam?" The two continued to walk towards the bathtub.

When they went out of the clean room, they were in the bedroom. They did not see the wife going out in the bedroom. Therefore, the wife was still in the clean room, and the things in the clean room were fully visible, and only the servants could accommodate in the bathtub.

The two of them approached the bathtub and saw it, and screamed.

A maid crawled out, "Help, come! Something happened to my wife!"

A brave maid hurriedly pulled Mrs. Meng out of the bathtub. Seeing Mrs. Meng's head hanging weakly, her heart was tightly grasped by huge fear.

He placed his trembling hands under his wife's nose, and his face instantly looked like earth.

The people who were serving outside the room heard the maid's scream and rushed in.

The maid cried in a trembling voice, "Madam, you're drowned in the bathtub."

A calm woman panicked for a moment, and immediately calmed herself down and said in a deep voice: "Go and invite the doctor! Please invite the master and the lady!"

Then he directed the people to take out Mrs. Meng from the water, wrap her clothes, and let her lie on the spring stool to control the water.


Chapter completed!