Wang Lian'er didn't dare to move.
The young man who had just kicked away the servants of the Li family was standing in front of Mrs. Fan and Miss Fan. He just stood there without saying a word or showing any unnecessary expression. But just like that, the evil spirit emanating from his whole body was something that Wang Lian'er, the wife of the back house, had never seen before.
Not to mention that there are five equally strong young men behind him.
Wang Lian'er felt that this young man looked like an evil god.
Mrs. Fan didn't seem to recognize them, but when the evil spirit took action just now, she saved the old man who was protecting them. She heard the evil spirit commanding the old man: "Uncle Ma, please come back..."
Then the voice dropped so low that Wang Lian'er couldn't hear clearly what was behind it.
Seeing that the old man was about to run away, wondering if he was going back to the capital to report to the official, Wang Lian'er became anxious and immediately winked at the servant, determined to stop the old man.
She just scolded Mrs. Fan and Mrs. Fan to shame. They didn't dare to report to the official, but the old man looked like a bystander, maybe he really wanted to go back to report to the official.
When she came back to Yizhuang, she brought ten rough servants with her. It turned out that they wanted to overturn Fan Yanguan's coffin.
Unexpectedly, the coffin was not overturned, but the servants she brought were pushed aside by others.
The servant who was winked by Wang Lian'er had just gotten up from the ground. At this time, after receiving Wang Lian'er's eyes, she lowered her head in fear. Are you kidding me? The kick he just got kicked still hurts terribly.
The servant didn't move, so Wang Lian'er decided to do it herself. He immediately lifted up his skirt and went to drink from Uncle Ma: "Hey, you old man..."
Before she finished speaking, she felt her whole body being lifted by a pair of hands, her feet seemed to have left the ground, and then fell to the side.
The person who mentioned her frowned at her and clapped his hands in disgust, as if he had just picked up something dirty.
Wang Lian'er's breath was choked in her throat and she almost couldn't breathe.
"You, who are you?" Wang Lian'er felt that her voice was very loud, but in fact, if Mu Ting hadn't strained his ears to listen, he wouldn't have been able to hear her.
Mu Ting looked at her with disgust: "Isn't this clear? A hero who saves people." Hey, using force to control violence is the most effective, simple and clear.
Wang Lian'er: "..." I'm afraid this person is not narcissistic.
Just like that, Wang Lian'er watched the old man drive away in an old carriage tremblingly.
And the servants she brought with her were all extremely wilted. Wang Lian'er felt that if she hadn't held their renouncement contract in her hand, they would have run away long ago.
Mrs. Fan wiped away her tears and thanked Mu Ting: "Thank you sir for saving me."
"You're welcome." Mu Ting said stiffly, "After all, Fan Yanguan's case has something to do with me." He was referring to his report on Fan Yanguan. Well, if it hadn't been for him, Fan Yanguan's reputation wouldn't be so bad, and his wife and children wouldn't be living on the streets.
Mrs. Fan, however, misunderstood and mistakenly believed that Mu Ting was also one of the victims of the Yan Yin case. His face immediately became even more ashamed: "I'm sorry..."
Mu Ting was not used to women crying in front of him, so he immediately waved his hand: "Stop crying, there is nothing to cry about."
Mrs. Fan shut up immediately.
Mu Ting turned to Wang Lian'er and looked at her condescendingly: "Why don't you get out of here?"
There was some ferocity and evil in his eyes, which made Wang Lian'er tremble involuntarily.
Get out... just get out. Wang Lian'er didn't even dare to say a word, and ran away crawling. As for her father, he has long since disappeared.
Wang Lian'er ran away, and Mu Ting ignored Fan's mother and daughter and walked out with Yao Erlang and others.
In fact, it was purely an accident that I met the mother and daughter of the Fan family in Yizhuang today.
Today he is accompanying Counselor Chen Uncle Chen to identify the body.
Uncle Chen has been thinking about Su Niang for many years, and Su Niang, who betrayed him, suddenly got information. Su Niang, who thought she had been enjoying glory and wealth for a long time, actually died seventeen years ago. Not only dead, but no one buried him.
The steward of Yizhuang flipped through a thick yellowed book and nodded: "Yes, that's her. The gentleman who sent her here was named Lu, and he gave her a hundred and fifty guan in silver notes. He said at the time Okay, when he comes back, take the coffin away."
But that Mr. Lu never came back.
And I don’t know if his surname is really Lu. Many of the people who stored the bodies in Yizhuang used pseudonyms, and many of them never came back in this life. The steward of Yizhuang was not surprised. Originally, this charity village was under the control of the Ministry of Household Affairs. If it was a long time ago and there was no one to take it away, the bones would be burned and stored in an urn. If no one comes to take away Su Niang's body, in April or May, when someone from the Ministry of Household Affairs comes to take stock, it should be on the list of people who should be burned.
As for what Lu Langjunsheng looked like, the steward had long forgotten: "It has been seventeen years, who would still remember an ordinary guest."
As for Su Niang, Su Niang in the coffin has long been turned into a skeleton. It is impossible to confirm whether the person lying inside is Su Niang. Su Niang's clothes are made of good material. After many years, they are still as bright as new. They are made of fine silk. Her thick hair was dotted with golden hairpins and pearl hairpins. There were some jade pieces scattered around her side.
In Uncle Chen's memory, Su Niang always wore Jingchai cloth skirts and had never worn these expensive clothes and headdresses.
The news that Su Niang's body was in Yizhuang was told to Uncle Chen by a sister from his hometown. Last night, Uncle Chen and Uncle Zhu were wandering on the street. Suddenly, an old-looking woman pulled Uncle Chen and asked, "Are you Chen Ze?"
Uncle Chen was a little stunned, but the woman was extremely excited: "I am the eldest daughter and fourth mother of the second kidnapper in the village!"
Siniang and Su Niang were about the same age. They were friends with each other in handkerchiefs. They followed that man and left the village together. The man said that as a maid in a wealthy family, you can earn fifty guan a year. With fifty guan, you can live a very good life in the village.
There were tears in Siniang's eyes: "I didn't expect you to come to the capital. Chen Ze, if you can, please bring Su Niang's body back to your hometown. She has been a lonely ghost outside for so long, and she must be missed very much." In the village.”
The woman he had resented for half his life actually died seventeen years ago?
Uncle Chen looked at the bones in the coffin quietly, with an expression on his face that was neither sad nor painful.
The steward wanted to speak, but was stopped by Mu Ting.
"You really don't remember that person's appearance? Such rich burials should be rare in Yizhuang."
The steward shook his head: "Mr. Lu, don't worry. It was Mr. Lu who arranged the burial that day and hammered the nails with his own hands. He didn't need us to do anything. He also gave us money to buy some wine to eat." Send the body to us. Most of the people living in the charity village are poor, but Mr. Lu is very rich. The amount of money given to them to buy drinks that day amounted to ten guan. This is also the reason why Su Niang’s bones are still well preserved after nearly twenty years.
Mu Ting looked at him: "You said just now that you don't remember what he was like when he was born, but now you do?"
The steward subconsciously wanted to wipe away the sweat, but didn't dare: "I just remembered it when Mr. Lang mentioned it."
"No need to ask." Uncle Chen suddenly said.
He leaned down and picked something out of the coffin.
A little maid with a bun in her bun hurried back to Haitang Alley, carrying a basket.
What I bought in the basket was the newly baked peach blossom cake from Tianxianglou, my wife’s favorite. There is also chestnut cake in the basket, which is Brother Heng's favorite.
The pastries at Tianxianglou are not cheap. The cakes in this basket alone cost a lot of money.
But the little maid doesn't have to worry about it. After all, the boss has plenty of money.
The little maid was so focused on the basket she was carrying that she didn't notice someone quietly following her behind.
As soon as the little maid opened the door, a knife was placed across her neck: "Tell me, what is your master's name?"
The little maid jumped so hard that the basket in her hand almost fell down.
"Just say it, I won't hurt you." He Da said.
Suddenly a hand stretched out from the side and opened the door wider: "Don't talk to her about this, just go in!"
Grandma Wang failed miserably against Qin Xiangxiang today, and was stabbed countless times by her master's sharp eyes. This time she swore that if Li Wanzhou didn't look good, she would not have the surname Wang.
(End of chapter)
