Qin Wuyan carried Zhuang Xiaoyu back to the room, walked through the Jiuqu corridor, but heard a few girls and women who were watering the flowers whispering:

"Madam's father and brother did a lot of evil, and God couldn't stand it. The gods punished Madam and made Madam bleed to death from seven orifices."

"Don't talk nonsense, if this word gets out, according to the temperament of the high priest, I don't know what will happen."

"I'm not talking nonsense, it's just that our house is quiet, and no one outside said so. This morning when Xiao Dengzi went shopping, there was already a lot of buzz outside, and the streets and alleys were talking about it. It is said that the madam died tragically only after being condemned by the gods, and only the daughter of the Min family is the best candidate for the priest's wife..."

Yinling's face was indifferent, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "I don't know who the next wife in our mansion will be, but the women from all the big families are all eyeing the position of the priest's wife."

The little girl has long disliked Yinling: "Don't say a few words and no one will treat you as dumb. Madam passed away a few days ago, and her bones are not cold yet. You actually started to say these sarcastic remarks. You have been serving Madam for a while anyway. Time, please be more conscientious..."

The corners of Yinling's eyes slanted, as if he was gouging out the little girl: "What did I say, I said that this is in the way of you, Madam herself is not lucky, it has nothing to do with me..."

Her voice was high-pitched and thin, and she wanted to say something, but she saw the little girl kneeling on the ground suddenly, and quickly turned her head to look, and saw a slender man holding a woman in his arms Coming around the corner of the corridor...

The maid did not even dare to vent her anger, for fear that Qin Wuyan would hear it, but she saw that Qin Wuyan just walked through the corridor with Zhuang Xiaoyu in his arms, and went straight back to the bedroom, without even looking at the flower garden here Looking in the direction, each of them breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that they had escaped a catastrophe.

But in the afternoon, the housekeeper took the booklet and began to count the names of the people on the booklet one by one.

Some honest and loyal house slaves were sent to Zhuangzi, some funny house slaves were left in the mansion instead, and some servants were directly kicked out of the priest's mansion or even sold out.

The two little girls who had served Zhuang Xiaoyu were also assigned to the farm. When they left with their bundles in their hands, the little girls were full of grievances: "Even Yinling and her mother can stay in the priest's mansion, but the housekeeper It's not fair to drive both of us to the farm."

"Don't cry, go to Zhuangzi and go to Zhuangzi. Anyway, there are a lot of monthly cases. It's better than those who were kicked out of the priest's mansion and those who were sold. Those people had their tongues cut out." A little girl persuaded: "Now that the lady in this mansion is gone, if another powerful lady comes from Min's mansion, I don't know what will happen. Let's go."

Of the servants in the mansion, very few were sold out and kicked out of the mansion, most of them were sent to the Zhuangzi, and those who stayed were those who like to tell stories and just get by.

After being cleaned up like this, the servants who stayed in the mansion not only did not reflect on themselves, but felt that they were reused.

At night, Yan Qing came to look for Qin Wuyan. The man looked handsome, exactly the same as the one in the portrait that Zhuang Xiaoyu got.

When Zhuang Xiaoyu was around, he was like an invisible person. Now that Zhuang Xiaoyu has become a living dead, Yan Qing can finally show his face: "High Priest, I would like to ask for one thing. I am willing to take someone to Jincheng to find the goddess doctor , As for finding children with medical and poison talents, can you leave it to Master Qingyun?"

Qin Wuyan was puzzled and asked, "Why?"