Autumn itself is a chilling season, which seems to make people feel even colder than winter.
While Lin Qingge was waiting in the prison cell of Dali Temple to confirm the body of Grandma Liu, she vaguely felt that this was the coldest day in her life.
There was no expression on her delicate face, and the tall man beside her was so gloomy that it froze everything around her.
His gaze remained on her, his eyes dark and his jawline tight.
The person arranged by Dali Temple bowed and said: "General, this matter... is really an accident, young lady..."
"Accident?" Lin Qingge raised his eyes and said coldly, "Accidents can happen in Dali Temple, so what use do you have?"
It is not a long sentence, but it is full of pressure.
The other party's expression quickly lost its expression.
She was cold and sarcastic, obviously not angry but her dissatisfaction was felt in every strand of her hair.
Although he is not tall in stature, he still has an overwhelming aura.
In addition, there is such a man beside her who is completely untouchable. How can she dare to speak with the shield sent by Dali Temple? I can only lower my head and agree one by one.
Fortunately, Wu Zuo came over and said, "General, Madam, you can go and see."
Lin Qingge closed his eyes before raising his feet and stepping forward.
After walking a few steps, she suddenly turned her head to look at Chu Nanfeng who was following suit, and then lowered her head: "I'll go by myself. She has been a servant all her life and is afraid to see someone with your status."
Chu Nanfeng's jawline tightened and his eyes deepened a bit.
But Lin Qingge didn't raise his head and turned around to follow the man in front of him.
He stared at her back and wanted to follow her, but was stopped by Zhou Chengzhang: "She felt that Aunt Liu died because of her, and your leaving would make her feel even more uncomfortable."
Chu Nanfeng watched Lin Qingge's figure disappear around the corner, a strong murderous intent suddenly flashed across his handsome face, and the murderous intent in his eyes seemed to have condensed into substance: "How could such a thing happen?"
Zhou Chengzhang glanced at the people in Dali Temple: "At midnight last night, the woman who was locked up with Grandma Liu cut Grandma Liu's throat with a knife. That person is usually very timid and has not committed any serious crimes. , that’s why I was locked up with Aunt Liu. The person I arranged heard the noise, but she said there were rats... so she didn’t pay attention. As a result, she suddenly jumped on Nanny Liu and cut her throat directly... She died on the spot. .”
Chu Nanfeng's face became even colder, and the gaze that fell on the Dali eunuch was almost like a spear piercing people's hearts: "Knife?"
In the airtight prison, the man was soaked under Chu Nanfeng's eyes: "This... we will investigate and we will definitely give you an explanation."
Something that shouldn't be here at all appears, and it sounds ridiculous.
The place where Nanny Liu was imprisoned was originally just a group of women and children. Without lethal weapons, there were still people watching specially, so it was impossible for Nanny Liu to die.
In the end, a knife changed everything, and there was something wrong with this prison.
Chu Nanfeng's voice seemed to be mixed with broken ice, cold and piercing: "If you can't find out clearly, I don't mind checking it myself. I think King Qin will not let this matter go. At worst, we can go to the Holy Lord together. , see if you want everyone to be judged by His Majesty."
Zhou Chengzhang sighed silently, it was not difficult to find out this matter.
But what would Lin Qingge think?
The wet nurse is dead, and the only person in the world who is considered a relative is gone. It wasn't because he died, or even an accident, but because he was killed. No one with any conscience can pass this test in his heart.
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Lin Qingge watched as Zuo opened the body covered with white cloth. Her face was very pale, and her slightly ferocious expression showed her pain before death.
The numb state ended at this moment, and her tears were like a faucet that had been turned on, and she could no longer suppress it.
She wanted to throw herself over and cry loudly. This was the only warmth in the memory of the original owner, and it was also the unreserved love she felt when she came here. Lin Qingge once promised the original owner that she would take good care of Nanny Liu.
result……
She lowered her head, tears welling up but silently.
It was her failure to take good care of Nanny Liu, and she was not even the person that Nanny Liu really wanted to protect. Why should she cry?
I'm afraid that neither Aunt Liu nor the original owner wants to see her now, right?
She didn't dare to stay too long. When she walked out of the prison, the wind blew, leaving only dried tears on her face and red eyes.
Chu Nanfeng immediately walked over when he saw her.
She took a deep breath, looked up at him, and tried to keep her voice calm: "You are not feeling well, go back and rest. The nanny is Hu Qing, I will handle it myself."
The man's dark eyes stared at the woman's face: "I'll make the arrangements."
"No need. She has a strong sense of hierarchy and will feel uncomfortable with you around."
It's an obvious excuse. Isn't Lin Qingge the master of Grandma Liu?
He looked at her for a long time and finally said, "I won't interfere, I'm just staying with you."
Lin Qingge said nothing and walked past him quietly.
She was an expert in Feng Shui and hexagrams, so naturally she did everything herself from site selection to burial.
The work was tedious and laborious, but she didn't allow anyone to interfere, and others could only do manual labor.
Chu Nanfeng just stayed with her quietly throughout the whole process, like a personal bodyguard.
Occasionally, when someone came to deliver news, he would go a little further, but he would still make sure that she was within his sight.
She was very calm during the whole process, and seemed no different from usual except for the silence.
After all, funerals are serious places, so you can't ask her why she doesn't smile.
It started to rain on the day of the burial. It was not heavy but it made the sky and the earth gray. The already harsh autumn made it even colder.
She was dressed in black and stood in front of the monument. Her heart was very calm, without any emotion, but it seemed as if thousands of emotions were coming up, including self-blame and resentment.
An oil-paper umbrella was held above his head, and Chu Nanfeng's deep voice sounded: "Qing Ge, it's time to go back."
Lin Qingge did not move: "I thought she had suffered all the hardships in the Lin Mansion. I took her to the Chu family and could give her a worry-free life. No matter how hard the first half of her life was, she would always have something to enjoy in her old age... But it turned out to be the opposite. My self-righteousness harmed her."
The guilt-filled voice was extremely calm, but Chu Nanfeng's heart tightened, and veins appeared in the hand holding the umbrella handle: "This is not your fault."
He passed death several times on the battlefield, but he never felt fear in his heart.
But after hearing the news about Grandma Liu's death, his surname was Li, and he was afraid, fearing that she would blame him. And her silence in the past few days has only made the panic continue to grow.
He felt that she didn't want to talk to him, so he found a topic to talk to her. She also reacts and doesn't seem to blame him for the incident.
But anxiety is like a seed that has taken root and sprouts. How can it be so easily eliminated?
She raised her eyes and looked at him, shaking her head slightly: "I hurt her..."
Before he finished speaking, he reached out and hugged her into his arms, and she could feel the tension in his body.
He threw away the oil-paper umbrella and picked her up horizontally. A trace of panic flashed in her eyes: "Put me down, you are still injured!"
"I'm fine. It's cold. Let's go back. You haven't eaten enough these days, and Aunt Liu will feel distressed if she sees you."
Lin Qingge still wanted to struggle, but when she saw his handsome face, her heart suddenly felt sour. How could she not notice his emotions?
Shrinking and leaning into his arms, she changed the topic: "Go back and let me check your wounds."
The man lowered his head and kissed her hair: "It's cold, you go back and take a bath. Check the wound and talk about it after eating. I'm fine."
