Asparagus took a closer look, and really saw the faint marks on Yu Sui's face. This face was covered with makeup just now, and it was perfect without any blemishes. But now after removing the makeup and washing his face, his face turned blue. It's white, if you don't look carefully, it's really hard to distinguish the faint blue finger mark on Yu Sui's chin.
Asparagus was so angry that the blood in his body surged up, "Who did it, I found out, I must kill him..."
Zhuang Xiaoyu pressed his wrist: "Don't be impulsive, lest the real culprit is not found out, but a scapegoat is found instead.
Leave this matter to me to investigate, you can avoid it for a while, I will tell you secretly what I ask you to do. "
Wenzhu nodded: "The revenge of killing a wife is irreconcilable."
Just as she was talking, the wet nurse came in and said in a low voice: "Miss, Master Qingyun is here, and he said that he will be put into the coffin soon so as not to miss the calculated time."
Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded, and asked again: "Where is the substitute priest?"
"The substitute priest has important housework to deal with, so he went to the study."
It's just a small servant who dies when he dies. It's not the turn of noble people to waste their time.
After Wen Zhu carried Yu Sui out of the bathtub, Zhuang Xiaoyu wiped Yu Sui clean, dressed Yu Sui together with the nurse, put on makeup carefully, dyed Kodan on her nails, and ordered someone to carry Yu Sui out of the ear chamber , into the coffin.
That set of bright red wedding dress was placed inside the fine coffin, asparagus put a concentric lock inside, Zhuang Xiaoyu put a jade bracelet, and leaned on the edge of the coffin to look at the person lying quietly inside , I can't help feeling sad, the more I think about it, the sadder I get.
Zhuang Qingyun ordered someone to build the coffin, and comforted Zhuang Xiaoyu in a soft voice: "Ma'am, my condolences have changed, you two have such a good relationship, if Yu Sui knew you were so sad, she would go away in peace."
Zhuang Xiaoyu covered her face, crying uncontrollably: "If she really had the heart, she wouldn't do such a stupid thing."
Zhuang Qingyun glanced at the guards, and stretched out his hand to help Zhuang Xiaoyu, "Madam, the ritual has been finished, and the coffin is about to be built."
Zhuang Xiaoyu straightened up, took a step back, lowered her head, and was about to wipe her eyes swollen from crying with a handkerchief, when she looked down and saw Zhuang Qingyun's slightly exposed scar on the back of her hand outside the cuff.
Just as Zhuang Xiaoyu was about to see clearly, Zhuang Qingyun withdrew his hand, the back of which was covered by the wide cuff...
Zhuang Xiaoyu chose a cemetery and buried Yu Sui.
After returning to the priest's mansion, Zhuang Xiaoyu went straight to Zhuang Qingyun.
After hearing the guard's announcement, Zhuang Qingyun put down the pen in his hand, covered the back of his hands with his sleeve robe, and stood up: "Please come in, madam."
Zhuang Xiaoyu stepped over the threshold and walked to the desk step by step, "Jade Broken is buried today, thank you Master Qingyun for helping me take care of these things..."
Zhuang Qingyun's tone was neither humble nor overbearing: "The madam is distraught, and the joy has turned into great sorrow. These things are entrusted to the priest in charge, which is what a humble job should do."
Zhuang Xiaoyu looked at him calmly, saw that his right hand was behind his back, and took out a box of ointment from his arms: "I was in a hurry today, I heard that your hand was accidentally injured, can I see how serious it is?"
Mentioning the injury, Zhuang Qingyun paused for a moment, put his hands behind his back in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, and gently twisted up the wide sleeve robe, revealing the horrible wound on the back of his hand.
"Thank you Madam for your concern. I was reading very late last night. I accidentally knocked over the oil lamp and burned it to the back of my hand. I have already applied ointment. It is much better." Zhuang Qingyun's tone was light and calm.