My Wife, Something is Wrong Chapter 115

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

   There was a moment of silence in the study.

  Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and cupped his hands: "Second Miss, I should go back to study, remember to eat breakfast."

   After finishing speaking, he turned and left.

   "Squeak..."

  The door of the room opens.

  He walked out and quickly disappeared outside the courtyard gate.

  The whole house fell silent.

  Outside the window, the sun was shining brightly. A bird fell from the roof and landed on the peach blossom tree in the courtyard. It tilted its head and chirped chirping, as if wondering how quiet it was here.

  The door of the study room was gently pushed open.

Qiu'er came in with the hot porridge, put it on the coffee table on the soft bed, and stood by, looking at the weak **** the couch with distress, and couldn't help saying: "Miss, Miss told you this morning of…"

The girl shook her head slightly, looked at the place where the boy was sitting opposite her, and said softly, "Impossible...I won't agree, and my brother-in-law will not agree...My brother-in-law is a living person, not a commodity. Whatever... If I agree, it will be an insult to my brother-in-law..."

Then he smiled wryly again, and said softly: "Actually, I can see from my brother-in-law's eyes that my brother-in-law only treats me with sympathy and respect. Wronged, being treated indifferently by my sister, it is only temporarily dormant... One day, he will leave here, leave the Qin family, so...he will not be emotional for anyone here..."

   After a while.

  She suddenly thought of the girl standing under the peach blossom tree outside the window just now, and thought of the subtle expression on her brother-in-law when he handed her flowers. After a long silence, she said softly, "Maybe... there is an accident too."

  In the reception hall of the Qin Mansion.

  Qin Wenzheng was discussing matters with everyone in the Qin family with a majestic expression.

  The door is closed, and the windows around are covered.

  Everyone in the Qin family spoke very quietly, all of them were frowning, with serious faces.

"There is indeed a problem with the accounts. I have already checked. In the past two days, two spies from the Song family have been caught on the side of the second and fourth, but there must be more spies hiding in our mansion. Otherwise, the Song family will not be everywhere this year. Take the lead..."

"The top priority is to find out the biggest spy first. It turns out that every time we have a meeting, we will call all the stewards and accountants from your various governments. Those are old people who have been with us for many years. But today, Except for our brothers, there are no outsiders here..."

   At this moment, someone knocked on the door outside.

   Immediately, the housekeeper Zhou Tong's voice sounded outside: "Master, Zhu'er from the second lady's place is asking to see you."

  The voices in the living room stopped suddenly.

   "Micro ink?"

  Qin Wenzheng frowned, thought for a while, and said, "Let her in."

  The door opens.

Zhu'er hurried into the hall, and seeing all the masters of the Qin family, she was a little nervous, but she didn't dare to hesitate, she walked quickly to Qin Wenzheng's side, bowed her head and saluted, then leaned over to him, and whispered to Qin Wenzheng. The young lady had just given her orders.

  Qin Wenzheng's eyes were fixed, and his face suddenly became a little ugly.

   "Miss just explained these things, master, the servants are leaving."

  Pearl didn't dare to wait any longer, and hurriedly retreated.

   "Brother, what's wrong? Your face..."

   "Did Wei Mo suffer from another illness? Hey, let's find some time and take that girl to the capital to have a look."

  Qin Wenzheng bowed his head and pondered for a moment, his eyes flickered, and suddenly said in a deep voice: "Second brother, third child, you go out with me. The others stay here, we will go back as soon as we go."

  Everyone looked at each other, puzzled.

  The second and third masters of the Qin family got up immediately, and their expressions became serious.

  Qin Wenzheng took the two of them and left in a hurry.

   not long.

  The three brought an old man with gray hair into the hall.

  Everyone was even more puzzled.

  The closed door in the hall did not open until noon.

   Steward Zhou and the guards stood solemnly in the corridor outside, and no servants dared to approach.

   There is not even a maid who brings tea and water.

   This meeting lasted until the evening.

  When the door of the hall opened, the old man, who was still in good spirits before, had his legs weak and needed someone to help him out.

As soon as everyone came out of the hall, a servant came to report in a hurry: "Master, last night at the poetry meeting on the Moshui River, a painting boat was burned, and the eldest lady of the Song family and the maids around her were buried in the sea of ​​flames, and they disappeared. The second son of the Song family Song Zhe was attacked last night in the alley of Xiangyuan, 100 meters away from the Song Mansion, his chest and head were smashed, and he died tragically on the spot..."

  Everyone in the Qin family was shocked when they heard the two news.

  The old man who was being supported by Qin Wenzheng, just heard the second news, his legs suddenly went limp, and he collapsed directly on the ground, and passed out on the spot.

  Seeing this scene, Qin Wenzheng's face suddenly became more gloomy: "It seems that the person who connected with him last night should be the precious second son of the Song family. But who killed him?"

Qin Sanye said in a low voice: "Brother, we only found out about the connection with this old guy last night after the interrogation today. Could it be that someone knew about it in advance? Then, while that little Song family was on his way back, suddenly Kill?"

Fourth Master Qin breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Good job! If the little **** of the Song family sends all our secrets back, it will be too late for us to adjust now. I don't know who actually helped us." A big favor. If we find out, our Qin family must thank each other very much."

  Qin Wenzheng frowned, thinking secretly.

Qin Erye, who hadn't spoken all this time, suddenly said: "Brother, if the incident last night was not handled properly, our Qin family may suffer heavy losses this time, so it should be impossible for the person who intercepted the Song family boy to be Outsiders. Even outsiders are definitely people close to our Qin family, or people who have received great favor from our Qin family. Ordinary people would not help us like this. After all, that kid is the most precious son of the Song family in Mocheng. "

   "Could it be that you encountered robbers on the road? They murdered you? Maybe it has nothing to do with our matter."

"Probably not, how could it be such a coincidence. And I heard that the kid has also practiced martial arts, and he is not mediocre. Also, you just heard that the kid died a terrible death, his chest and head were smashed, The person who intercepted him obviously had the determination to kill him."

Qin Erye suddenly said: "Brother, Mr. Sun is an old man who has been with you for more than 20 years. He has been in our house since his father. He has been conscientious and loyal. No matter who it is, he should not doubt him, right? And he In doing things, I have always been impeccable, how could there be a flaw suddenly? Wei Mo asked that maid to come over just now... What did he say to you? Could it be that Wei Mo found out?"

  Qin Wenzheng frowned, didn't answer, pondered for a moment, and said: "You all 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."

  Qin Fourth Master smiled and said: "Brother, don't you keep us brothers for a meal?"

Qin Wenzheng waved his hand, ignored him, turned and left, and after walking a few steps, he turned to Steward Zhou, who was guarding the door, and said, "Mr. Sun just died of a sudden illness, go and bury him in the small courtyard where he lives. , After notifying his family tomorrow, he will dig it out and bury him."

  As soon as these words came out, the old gentleman who was limp and motionless on the ground suddenly trembled, got up with a face ashen, crying and shouting: "Master, please forgive me! Please, please forgive me! The slave is wrong, the slave is really wrong..."

"boom!"

   Steward Zhou kicked him on the head, kicking him unconscious again.

   Immediately, they took someone with them, dragged him to a small garden behind, 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 bother.

   What's more, slaves belong to private property and can be disposed of at will.

Qin Wenzheng thought about things all the way, and came to the secluded courtyard where the second daughter lived, but after standing at the door for a while, she didn't go in, and when she was about to turn around to leave, Zhu'er suddenly saw him in the door, and said in surprise: " Master, you are here, why don't you come in? Miss is writing in the study and hasn't rested yet."

  Qin Wenzheng hesitated for a while, and had no choice but to walk in again.

   Entering the courtyard, looking through the open window, the delicate girl in a plain white dress is sitting quietly at the desk writing, her face is slightly pale, and her body is so weak that it makes people feel distressed.

  Qin Wenzheng entered the house, stood at the door of the study, and did not go in.

  Qiu'er was about to go in to report when he asked in a low voice, "What is Wei Mo writing?"

  Qiu'er hesitated for a moment, Fang respectfully replied: "Miss is writing...my uncle's lyrics."

  Qin Wenzheng's eyes moved, he was silent for a moment, and said, "That kid...does he come here often?"

  Qiu'er shook her head, glanced at the young lady inside, and said in a low voice, "Young master doesn't come here often, every time he is forced by his wife, young lady sometimes goes to see young lady, but she can't see her."

  Qin Wenzheng frowned: "That kid is so arrogant?"

   Zhu'er, who was following behind, snorted: "Young master is very airy, always ignoring my young lady, it's really disgusting. Master, you have to talk about young master."

  Qin Wenzheng was stunned, thinking that the boy was indeed a little too much, but after thinking about it carefully, he felt that the boy was right.

  Brother-in-law and sister-in-law should keep a distance, shouldn't they?

   "I'll find a chance to talk about him."

  Qin Wenzheng nodded, and thought to himself: Find a chance to see if that kid is dissatisfied with Jian Jia, and if he intends to leave the Qin residence.

   "Daddy, you are here."

  After Qin Weimo finished writing the poem chanting Mei, Fang heard a voice outside, stood up, and wanted to walk over, but his body went limp and he almost fell.

  Qiu'er and Zhu'er hurried in and helped her up.

  Qin Weimo said softly: "I'm fine. Daddy, are you here now, do you have something to do?"

  Qin Wenzheng looked at her silently, and then shook his head with a gentle smile on his face: "It's okay, I just came to see you."

  Qin Weimo smiled slightly, and said softly: "Daddy, I'll just give Weimo all the credit for it."

  Paused for a moment, then said in a low voice: "If in the future... Weimo does something out of line, or does something that damages the Qin family's reputation, I still hope that Dad..."

Qin Wenzheng smiled and said: "Whatever you want, just do it, and if you need daddy to help you, just say so. You know the reputation of the Qin family and the interests of the Qin family better than they do. Dad doesn't care about these things. As long as you are good, Daddy will be satisfied."

  Qin Weimo lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "Thank you daddy. In fact, Weimo knows that daddy gave up the business in the past two years, cut off a lot of benefits, and didn't fight or snatch... In fact, it's all for us..."

Qin Wenzheng sighed, and looked at her affectionately: "Wei Mo, in fact, in our Qin family, you are smarter than anyone else, if it weren't for your body... don't worry, we will go to the capital soon, Daddy will help you find a good doctor..."

  Qin Weimo looked into his eyes and said, "It's not just me and dad going, right?"

  Qin Wenzheng was silent for a while, and said, "All go."

  Qin Weimo said in a low voice: "It turns out that father has been planning... This Qin mansion is coveted by so many people, there must be some secret?"

  She raised her head again and said: "Daddy doesn't need to tell me, and Weimo doesn't want to know either. Weimo just wants to know, go to whatever daddy said...including brother-in-law?"

  Qin Wenzheng frowned slightly, but did not speak.

  Qin Weimo looked at him, his voice was soft but extremely stubborn: "If brother-in-law doesn't go, then Weimo won't either..."

Qin Wenzheng's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, he just said: "You should rest well and take care of your body. There is less than a month before the Chinese New Year. When the time comes, the Eldest Princess will Come to Mocheng to celebrate the New Year, at that time, it should be very lively. Well, don't think too much, Dad is going back."

   After speaking, he waved his hand and turned to leave.

  Qin Weimo looked at the empty door and stood quietly in the room for a long time.

  Then, Fang turned around slowly and looked at the little poem on the desk.

  She was stunned, and sat down in front of the desk, raised her plain hand, picked up the pen, and was about to dip in the ink, when suddenly her chest felt tight, she coughed, and spit out a mouthful of blood.

  The words on the rice paper were instantly dyed red.

"Miss!"

  Qiu'er and Zhu'er exclaimed, their faces changed, and they were crying.

  Out of the window.

  The sun sets and night falls.

  The girl raised her head and looked outside.

  The plum blossoms leaning under the eaves have survived the cold winter, but in the end they can't survive the spring when the flowers are in full bloom, and they have begun to wither...

   "I'm so useless..."

  The girl murmured softly, her pink lips dyed red.

   Like the red plums that once bloomed.

  Glorious in the ice and snow, withered in the flowers.

   I just don't know if it will be like the blood-stained little poem on the rice paper, "scattered into mud and ground into dust", still...smelling as before.

  (end of this chapter)

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