Zhuang Xiaoyu was suspicious: "How do you know he hasn't eaten?"

Turning to look at Yu Sui again: "Do you know him?"

"Of course I do. He is responsible for every purchase in our small kitchen." Yu Sui said, "It's normal that you don't know him, Miss. The back kitchen is too far away from our courtyard, and they don't come here easily. , You have not been to the big kitchen, but he is indeed the Maverick in charge of the procurement."

Zhuang Xiaoyu naturally believed in Yu Sui: "Tell me quickly, what's going on?"

"At the beginning, my old mother was dying of illness. Master Qingyun specially gave money to treat my old mother. Later, I sent Master Qingyun's meals to his courtyard. But these days, his courtyard has been guarded. I Before he got close, he was kicked out by the guards outside the courtyard. I inquired many ways and found out that Mr. Qingyun was ill...

I know that you have a good relationship with Mr. Qingyun, Miss. I planned to ask you for help, but I couldn’t go up the mountain when I ran to Qingyu Temple. I really don’t know what to do..."

He is soft-spoken and has no skills, so he can only wait at the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, something happened to the Min Mansion, and the eldest lady finally followed her down the mountain.

"Hurry up and go back to the priest's mansion." Zhuang Xiaoyu heard the words, and with Yu Sui's support, she quickly got into the carriage.

The guards got on their horses one after another, and hurried all the way in the direction of the priest's mansion.

Inside the carriage.

Min Rui frowned and asked the housekeeper sitting opposite: "Does Huizhu know about this?"

"Saint...the saint..." the steward replied falteringly: "The saint was also present, after the Patriarch fainted, all the troublemakers in the second room were arrested and imprisoned. …”

Min Rui: "..."

He clenched his fists, hoping that his second uncle's death had nothing to do with his father and Huizhu...

Zhuang Xiaoyu rushed back to the priest's house in a hurry, and went straight to Zhuang Huaisen's courtyard, but was stopped by the guards: "The high priest has an order, and the eldest lady is not allowed to enter."

Zhuang Xiaoyu sneered: "Missy Ben returned to her home and even wanted to see her father, but she couldn't. Who gave you the courage?"

She winked at the guard who followed behind her, and the guard stepped forward, quickly grabbed the guard's broadsword from the two men's hands, and restrained the guard who was blocking Zhuang Xiaoyu.

Zhuang Xiaoyu pushed open the door of the courtyard, just stepped into the courtyard, and saw a bunch of servants and guards kneeling on the ground.

And Zhuang Huaisen was sitting in a wheelchair, and Zhuang Minghao stood behind the wheelchair. On the high steps, blood trickled down all the way, meandering to the bottom, seeping into the inside and paving the bluestone slabs.

Zhuang Huaisen didn't expect Zhuang Xiaoyu to come back at this time, the guard at the door didn't stop her, he was a little anxious: "Xiaoyu, why did you come back suddenly?"

"I don't come back, and I don't know that blood is flowing in rivers in this mansion." Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at the servants and guards who were being tortured, with a broken expression: "What happened, why did you treat them like this?"

Zhuang Minghao quickly explained: "Xiao Yu, don't get excited, we are investigating the mole."

"What kind of traitor, where did the traitor come from?" Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't know what happened: "Why is it so good?"

Ever since my father was poisoned and my eldest brother brought back these three people who were neither human nor ghost, there has never been a pure day in this mansion. People are in panic all day long, and no one knows that they will suddenly die in the next moment. .

Zhuang Huaisen's face was ugly: "Minghao, send your sister back, girls are from every family, don't get involved in men's affairs."