C49

In the dead of night, a shrill scream pierced the horizon.

Murong Qing frowned, he looked at the motionless person on the ground, "Dead?"

Murong Shan innocently withdrew his hair, "I did not hit him with force."

The butler waiting at the side strode forward and probed the servant girl's breathing, "She fainted."

Murong Shan scoffed, and kicked the servant, ordering someone to drag her down.

This servant girl, the one who disorderly shouted during the birthday banquet in the afternoon.

When Murong Yan came over, he saw that the servant was being carried out, and when his gaze touched the whip wounds on the servant's body, he frowned slightly, showing his disapproval.

Seeing that, Murong Shan immediately explained: "He did not die, he just fainted."

Murong Yan did not say anything, he retracted his gaze, then greeted his brother and sister respectfully, then asked: "Has brother found out about Liu'er's death yet?"

Liu'er was the person who died on Old Manor Lord's birthday.

The old Villa Master had two sons. One was the current Villa Master, who was also the father of Murong Yan and his siblings. The other was the person whom Murong Yan had addressed as his second uncle, the Murong Villa Master's second Villa Master.

Unlike her big brother, Second Uncle Murong liked looks, and the concubines in the room were added one after another.

The dead Liu'er was one of them.

It was a pity that no matter how much a woman absorbed into the room, it would not change the fact that he was unable to give birth to a child.

Murong Yan's question really shocked this big brother Murong Qing.

His younger brother, who rarely cared about the affairs of the village, suddenly asked about it out of the blue.

Seeing that his brother did not say a word, Murong Shan answered on his behalf: "Liu'er drowned. There were no traces of a fight at the scene. It is very likely that they fell down. "

Of course, it could also have been pushed down.

They were well aware of the matters in the backyard of the mansion.

Murong Yan gently nodded and did not ask further.

However, Murong Qing suddenly said: "I forgot to ask you, how many days do you plan to stay this time?"

Murong Shan looked at his brother, obviously curious about his answer.

Murong Yan said indifferently: "With brother and sister at home, I won't be able to help much if I stay behind."

"Is he really unable to help, or …" Murong Qing's gaze turned colder, and she smirked, "So as to guard that whatever South Wind House?"

Murong Yan lowered his eyes and did not say anything.

He did not hide the matter of South Wind House from the public, and in order to prevent people who were ignorant enough to come to cause trouble or to attract business, he borrowed the reputation of the Mu Rong family's third young master to increase the fame of South Wind House, so his elder brother finding out about this matter was completely within his expectations.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Murong Shan immediately tried to smooth things over, "Alright, since Ah Wu wants to go, let him go."

Murong Qing sneered: "It's fine to let him go. Just stay in the villa properly!"

Murong Shan, "..."

At the fourth fragment of the night, a figure silently snuck into the water room.

This water room was originally a place in the estate used to collect dew. Ever since the madame passed away, no one in the residence had the intention of collecting morning dew to make incense, so it was left untouched.

Now, it was even used by Murong Qing to temporarily park corpses.

The figure entered the water room and immediately saw the woman in the red dress lying on the old straw mat.

If Qu Ling or Xiao Yi were to arrive here, they would immediately recognize this woman as the one who they had saved the other day, the one who wanted to jump into the lake to seek death.

The figure rushed to the corpse and squatted down, probing the woman's breathing.

After a moment, he withdrew his hand and took out a small porcelain bottle. He removed the stopper and quickly poured the contents into the woman's mouth.

After confirming that the object had slipped down the woman's throat, the person retrieved the porcelain bottle.

Before he left, he suddenly glanced at the woman's extremely swollen knee and let out an unconcealable sneer.

His Junior Sister had been married for so many years, but her heart was still so fierce.

The man in black retracted his gaze and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a sharp sword light flashed in front of him.

The man in black quickly reacted by pushing away a few steps and directed a vicious gaze at the approaching person.

A sword reflecting light appeared in front of his eyes. Then, he saw the man in green robe holding the sword appear in front of the door. He looked at the man with a cold gaze.

The black clothed man's pupils shrank. "Third Young Master?!"

Why would he appear here? Didn't Junior Sister say that she would send everyone away!

Murong Yan raised the sword in his hand, and asked indifferently: "What did you give her to consume?"

"What is it?" The black clothed person repeated himself and slightly narrowed his eyes. A burst of terrifying low laughter came from under the black mask. With a strange tone, he said, "Of course it's good stuff."

Murong Yan frowned, he did not waste any more words with him, and immediately raised his sword and went forward.

Qu Ling was so angry that he sacrificed his own leg for freedom and peace. Instead, he was laughing so hard in the middle of the night while holding his leg, his whole body was powerless and his face was covered in tears.

Fortunately, General Xiao showed mercy and let her go, so she didn't touch the laughing point under her feet anymore.

After experiencing this, no matter how angry Qu Ling was, he didn't have the strength to cause trouble with him anymore. He let Yun Che hold him in his arms, closed his heavy eyes, and fell into a deep sleep.

The next day, when Qu Ling woke up, he heard a servant talking about someone screaming miserably in the mansion in the middle of the night.

After Xiao Jingyue returned from bidding his master farewell, Qu Ling immediately asked: "Who is so audacious as to dare to die on Old Villa Master's birthday?"

"A concubine is staying in the second uncle's room in the Mu Rong family."

Xiao Jingyue said indifferently, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and gently wiped away the rice grains around the corner of her mouth, "Have you finished packing the things?"

Qu Ling turned his head away awkwardly, and answered vaguely.

This perverted son of a bitch likes to play tricks more and more.

After pausing for a short while, she asked again, "Then how did my concubine die?"

Last night she had overheard the Second Wife and her servant say the word "fish," thinking the body must have been fished out of the water.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the woman who jumped off the lake that she and Xiao Yi had blocked that day.

Xiao Jingyue glanced at her, and seeing her thoughtful expression, he thought back to the time when Xiao Lingxi had always reported this to him. He could easily guess what she was thinking about.

He put the handkerchief that had brushed past her mouth back into his sleeve and said lightly, "He drowned."

Indeed.

Qu Ling was about to ask again, but the man had already stood up and walked out.

Seeing this, she could only give up for now.

It was a lively morning. Most of the people who came to attend the birthday banquet chose to leave this morning. They would meet many palanquins that had also left every once in a while when the carriage was about to leave.

The moment those people recognized Xiao Jingyue's carriage, they immediately curried up to him. Originally, it would only take fifteen minutes to step out of the Manor's main entrance.

After walking out of the Manor's entrance with much difficulty, Qu Ling could not help but exclaim, "These people really have no eyes."

What was wrong with Xiao Jingyue, this beast with a human's heart, why did he suddenly look as if his eyes had grown so long that they were about to fall on the ground and rush to marry his daughter to him?

If she had a daughter, she wouldn't let her daughter marry a short-lived ghost like Xiao Jingyue!

How could Xiao Jingyue not understand the meaning behind her words? He said coldly: "This general actually thinks that Madam's eyes are useless."

Qu Ling nodded in agreement, "That's right, that's why I'm married to you."

Xiao Jingyue, "..."

When Xiao Yi, who was driving outside, heard the conversation inside, he almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

Xiao Er glanced at him, then used a secret technique to send a message. "Do you really want to die?"

Xiao Yi immediately withdrew his smile and sat upright.

The carriage suddenly stopped, and Xiao Er's voice came through the curtain.

"Mistress, mistress, Miss Mu Rong is here."