"The young lady said it herself." Chunhong said aggrievedly: "Tonight, she had a nightmare, saying that she saw Aunt Su. Chunhong was puzzled and asked her, and she explained all these things in panic. Everything was told. Chunhong knew she shouldn't say too much, but the young lady harmed not only Aunt Su, but also my child."
He Bingtian said nothing, let go of Chun Hong, and sat down on the bed.
"There is one more thing, Chunhong also wants to tell me." Chunhong lay on He Bingtian's lap: "The young lady injured her body when she gave birth to the young lady, and can no longer have children in the He family. If the young lady does not feel guilty, she will rely on her With your temper, how could you allow me to take concubines again and again? The person who treats the young lady is Shopkeeper Liu of Jishan Hall. If I don’t believe it, just invite Shopkeeper Liu here and ask."
"Are you telling the truth?" He Bingtian stroked Chun Hong's head: "Do you know the consequences of fooling the master and framing the young lady?"
"Chunhong can confront the Young Madam in court." Chunhong tensed her body and said word by word: "The Young Madam is afraid that others will shake her position in Hefu, so she not only requires the aunts to take medicine, but also makes those of us who have not yet left the cabinet My maids are also taking it. Do you know what we are taking? It is what the girls in Chunfeng Tower are used to. If you don’t believe me, you can call those aunts and ask."
"Evil woman!" He Bingtian stood up suddenly, "Let's see if I don't kill her!"
"Master!" Chunhong chased him to the door and stopped. She looked at He Bingtian who was staggering towards the east courtyard and showed a mocking smile.
In the courtyard, heavy rain fell on the bluestone ground, causing ripples in circles. He Bingtian, who was in extreme anger, did not notice the unusual smell in the courtyard, but kicked open the door of young lady Feng Lin's room. Before he could ask, disheveled Feng Lin rushed towards him.
His heart hurt, lightning flashed across the night sky instantly, and amid the thunder, he saw a distorted face.
"Feng...Lin."
He Bingtian grabbed Feng Lin's hair, and the look in his eyes gradually faded.
Lightning flashed across, and Lianxiang, who had just woken up, saw the most terrifying scene in her life - young lady Feng Lin, whose face was covered in blood, sitting on the threshold, muttering constantly: "Kill you! Kill you!" you!"
Not far from Feng Lin, a bloody dagger was thrust into the ground.
He Bingtian was lying at the door of Dongnuang Pavilion. Except for his face, he was almost like a sieve. The blood holes one after another were shocking to people.
With Lianxiang's scream, the entire He Mansion was awakened. After burning the incense, He Hongyi, who was staying in Chunfeng Tower, was also called by the housekeeper. When he learned that his beloved son died tragically, he fainted on the spot.
As soon as He Hongyi left, Liu Xiangxue, the courtesan's wife, took the hairpin he "left" in the wing and knocked on the door next door.
Seeing the hairpin, Holding the Sword was full of confusion: "What does the Lord want with He Hongyi's hairpin? Although this jade is good jade, it is very different from the one used by the Lord."
Shen Chongming glanced at the oiran, who picked up He Hongyi's hairpin and threw it to the ground. As the hairpin cracked, a delicate and small silver key appeared in their eyes.
"This is -" Holding the sword and looking at the silver key, he hesitated.
"This is the silver key that opens the secret room of the He family." Shen Chongming said, taking out a hosta from his sleeve: "Send someone to send this to the He family, and say that it was He Hongyi who dropped it in Miss Xiangxue's room. of."
He took the hosta with his sword and found that it was exactly the same as the one he had just broken.
"How come the Lord has an identical hosta?" Holding the sword, his eyes widened: "Is there a silver key hidden in this hosta?"
"There is indeed a silver key hidden!" Shen Chongming flipped through the book in his hand: "Half a month ago, there was a thief in He's house. I took advantage of the chaos in the house and sent someone to take the key from He Hongyi's head. It would have been a warning. The craftsman just took a look at it and returned it. This fake is just an imitation."
"The thief in He's house was also planned by the master?" He held his sword and stared at Shen Chongming. In his memory, his master disdained to do such a thing.
"It's not really a plan." Shen Chongming turned another page of the book: "When I went to the teahouse to deliver medicine, I happened to meet a group of thieves. I told them that the He family had a secret room, so they broke in regardless."
Zhijian had seen his master being sent by Miss Zhou, so he was not surprised that he went to the teahouse to deliver medicine, but when had his master ever talked to the thief? According to his past character, there is a high probability that he will send them to the official.
"Let's leave the hosta matter to Miss Xiangxue!" Shen Chongming glanced sideways at the sword-wielding man who was still in a daze: "Go to Qinglu and get my things."
Qinglu has been empty for a long time. Where can we find anything? From Zhijian's point of view, his master asked him to find out the whereabouts of Miss Zhou. Such duplicity made him look even less like the Shen Chongming in his memory.
In He Mansion, Zhou Yuan disguised herself as a maid and hid in the crowd watching the fun. Unlike the aunts and servants in He Mansion, she saw the top of He Hongyi's head - his hair was messy and the jade hairpin that was rumored to be inseparable from him was gone. trace. His clothes were loose and smelled of daughter's fragrance, which was used by Liu Xiangxue, the courtesan of Chunfeng Tower. Combined with the mud prints on his toes, it can be concluded that he came back from Chunfeng Tower.
The Chunfeng Tower is not a dragon's den, and she has some friendship with Liu Xiangxue, the courtesan, but there is Shen Chongming in the Chunfeng Tower. If she accidentally bumps into each other, how should she explain to her groom Guan'er?
Thinking of what Shen Chongming might do, she covered her purse with guilt and decided to postpone getting the silver key.
In front of Dongnuan Pavilion, He Hongyi slapped Feng Lin hard several times.
"Say, what's going on?"
Feng Lin looked at him and smiled, whispering: "Back! They are all back!"
"Who's back?"
"The people you killed in the well in the backyard." Feng Lin sat on the ground, stroking her hair with her hands, "Listen, she is calling your name! He Zhong? Haha... She is calling you He Zhong... It turns out your name is He Zhong!"
"Who told you?" He Hongyi pinched Feng Lin's neck and said in a very threatening voice: "Don't pretend to be a ghost in front of me!"
"Hehe~"
There was a sneer in the quiet night, and the cold wind blew past his face, making He Hongyi shiver. Behind Feng Lin, a shadow was slowly standing up. He was trembling all over, with cold sweat rolling down his face, and said softly: "Xiu, Xiuying, is it you?"
no respond. There were a few soft sounds of "plop, plop," and the lanterns in the yard were extinguished at the same time. It was dark everywhere and nothing could be seen. Suddenly, a vague voice appeared in his ears: "He Zhong, He Zhong..."
He Hongyi turned around suddenly, and a face covered with hair appeared in front of him.
