She fell out after crying at the wrong grave

The whole cause and effect was explained clearly, and the thread that had been bothering Ah'ao was finally sorted out.

Since the information was not well-informed, the killer that Ah'ao, Hengzhi and Xu Tingzhou did not pursue at that time turned out to be a martial arts master who was said to have a unique skill that could cause internal injuries to the opponent through external force.

It was this technique that caused only minor wounds, but You Tongren died of bleeding from ruptured internal organs.

This man's name is unknown, but he is called "Fierce Face" because of the scar on his face. He rarely sells and charges a very high price. He usually sells rare and precious knives and swords or burial objects. His taste is very strange and few people can afford it.

According to the source Zhang Shiliu relied on, the last time the evil face appeared was in the capital half a year ago, and no more details are known.

This was also clearly stated in the letter.

At this point, Zhang Shiliu and Zhao Zhuo had completed the task assigned by Beitang, which was to find out the cause of You Tong's death.

Once Bei Tang knows the murderer, he will use his powerful information network to find out the mastermind behind the murder.

There must be a reason for killing someone to silence him. If it weren't for the fact that the instigator and You Tong both knew the same secret that they didn't want to be known to everyone, it would be even more ridiculous to chase him all the way to the north, thousands of miles away.

At this point, even if You Tong became a tight-lipped person, Bei Tang would still be able to get first-hand information in case of any fallback.

What secrets did the Shen family have that could make several parties unite to kill You Tong? Ah Yi kept thinking about this question.

Since Bei Tang took rebellion as his mission, this would definitely not be something that would benefit the Shen family. This reverse line of evidence is even more obvious.

"The address Zhang Shiliu left was to release the hawk to the southwest of Kezhou, but there was no specific address. There are people from Beitang in the falconry camp, and they will be responsible for flying the hawk to where it should go."

In the silent night, the sound of burning yellow paper filled the ears of several people. It was as if the air people breathe was burned up by fire, and their hearts were beating rapidly with these inferences.

Zhao Zhuoyue lowered his voice and continued, "Among the officials in Kezhou, there must be someone who is the superior of Beitang. If they are not the ones who pay, then they are the ones who use their power for personal gain. They always have a high position in the organization. I once released an eagle to the southwest. When it came back, there was something like peach pollen on its claws. You can look in this direction."

southwest.

Ah-yi thought about it carefully.

I had seen a map of Kezhou in Hengzhi's study before. To the south of West Street, there was indeed a pleasant landscape of houses. Because the location was more expensive, most of them were the residences of officials.

However, there were also several wealthy businessmen living nearby. For example, the mansion of Liu Jingming suddenly appeared in A'an's mind. Outside the courtyard wall was a gurgling moat, and there were faint mountain walls in the distance.

Since it is located in the southwest and there are peach blossoms planted there, it is obvious that Liu Jingming is the more likely suspect.

It’s just that it’s hard to make a direct decision without sufficient evidence.

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Zhou suddenly saw Ah'ao staring at her, and even the movement of patting the child with her hands slowed down.

Ah-yi patted her skirt and stood up, "Good sister, is there Shi Dai?"

After borrowing a stick of ink for drawing eyebrows, Ah'ao tore off a piece of her dress and lay down on the coffin bed beside her without any hesitation, and started writing under the lamp.

In troubled times, it is inevitable that there will be people stirring up trouble in the dark.

Hengzhi is not here, but since they are together, they must share the information to prevent him from suffering unnecessary losses.

Although if you think about it, given the way he does things, this doesn't seem possible.

While writing, Ah'ao took a moment to praise herself in her heart for being so kind. She thought that where else in the world could she find such a reliable ally as herself?

Yun Cheng tactfully moved the lamp to a different position to prevent the shadow from blocking the cloth and wasting the lady's time.

After being out for a long time, they didn't know what the situation was at home. Both A'an and Yuncheng were a little nervous, always feeling that something big was going to happen.

"Alright." Ah-yi quickened her writing speed and handed it to Yun Cheng after folding it. "Yun Cheng, I'll need you to make a round trip first. Take this back to Heng Qi, and then ask Zheng Dayun to bring the coffin over. He knows what to do."

Yun Cheng nodded and carefully put the cloth away, "Don't worry, Madam."

When Shi Dai returned it to Mrs. Zhou, she quickly turned around and added, "Oh, by the way! Please bring some hot goat milk on the way. The child is so hungry that he won't cry anymore."

At this time, Zhao Zhuo's gaze slowly shifted from his wife in front of him to the small baby in his arms.

He once heard a saying that people are born to suffer, and at the end of their lives they are always separated and lost. Looking back on his own half of life, he was also filled with regrets.

The gloom of his youth hung over his head almost constantly, and the suffocating pain followed him like a ghost.

Maybe if he hadn't met Zhang Shiliu that year and died in the tiger's mouth, he would have been freed long ago.

Zhao Zhuo smiled bitterly.

And this little child is his last connection with Pingniang. No matter what, he must raise him well and make sure he lives a healthy and worry-free life.

"Ping Niang asked me to name her son before, but I was so busy with other things that I forgot about it. Today, in front of his mother's spirit, please give him a name."

Zhao Zhuo seemed to have suddenly aged ten years, and the bright light in his eyes was no longer there.

Ah'ao just kept her face half turned back, looking down at him.

The three deliberately emphasized words "Madam Hou" are really hard to ignore.

Everyone in each other's hearts seemed to have a bronze mirror reflecting clearly. Zhao Zhuo was not trying to show goodwill, but was forcing Ah-yi to protect the child in an extremely offensive way.

Right in front of Pingniang's spirit, he bet on Ah-an's kindness once again. He wanted to avenge his wife and friends in the future, so he couldn't take the children with him to take risks.

Even if he accepted the three of them, gave them a place to stay, and risked being hunted down to help him bury his deceased wife, he still couldn't gain an ounce of trust from this man.

He even sold out all the information he knew just to make a deal with A'an.

Ah'ao mocked in her heart, such a smart person, but he could only use his little cleverness to calculate his life, it was really the sin that Shen had committed.

She tilted her head slightly, and the pearl hairpin adorning her hair swayed gently. She seemed to be thinking, "Let's call him Fusheng. I hope he will be safe and happy in the future. You are the father, and he still lacks a name that can be registered in the household register. This is your responsibility."

Don't even think of being a hands-off boss. I have to use a nobody like you to catch all the people behind the scenes.

Whether it is a human or a ghost, we have to find out the truth.

At daybreak, Yun Cheng finally arrived with Zheng Da.

Zheng Da brought a lot of things, from funeral clothes to rouge and powder, all the coffin items were neatly placed in a wooden box.

Zhao Zhuo only then remembered that he was a father, and took the milk and sat aside to feed the child who was eating voraciously. Mrs. Zhou was the only one among the few who knew how to do a small funeral, so she took it upon herself to clean Pingniang's hands and feet.

A'an rolled up her sleeves and wanted to go over to help, but Yuncheng District pulled her sleeve and called her aside.

"Although it is not appropriate to say this at this moment, it has already reached a critical moment. Madam, something happened at home!" Yun Cheng came in a hurry, sweat appeared on his forehead.

It was only then that Ah'ao noticed his abnormality. "What happened?" Her tone unconsciously became a little anxious and her voice became higher.

Yun Cheng's voice was suppressed again and again, and he moved closer to A's ear.

When the whispers stopped, Ah-yi's brows tightened for a moment. Her heart felt like a huge rock had suddenly sunk, and she asked in disbelief, "What did you say?"

He actually.

Have all the troubles in the world come together at the same time?

"So I have to return quickly. I can't help you, Madam."

No wonder Ah'ao always felt uneasy today. It turns out that good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. The old saying is true.

"I'm going with you. How can I stay out of this situation?" Ah'ao bit her lip unconsciously and weighed the pros and cons for a long time. "Let's leave this to Zheng Da and Zhou's wife first. We have to make do with the situation. There's no time to think of a solution."

Mrs. Zhou raised her head from the pile of equipment. She had adjusted her breathing to a gentle state and spoke softly. "Don't worry, we are here for you."

Zheng Dayi nodded at her firmly.

"Don't worry, my lady boss. I'll bury Ping Niang today." In Zhao Zhuo's arms, Fusheng had fallen asleep peacefully, no longer crying. "We'll go back to Shuichangdong tonight and stay indoors. With Sister Zhou as a guarantor, everything should be fine."

That's even better. Ah-yi nodded, "Alright. In the next few days, I'll need Zheng Da to bring his men to deliver things to my house. If there's anything, ask him to tell me."

So, exhausted from the journey, A'ao and Yuncheng, each wearing a hat to cover their face, hurried back to the private residence.

"Wait a moment!"

When people walked to the familiar door, they saw Aunt Zhao and Yunli blocking the door and confronting others.

Ah-yi quietly leaned against the wall and heard a few harsh words of "no visitors" and "no orders". Yunli saw her with sharp eyes and quietly winked at them, telling them to take a detour.

"What's going on?" A'ao asked in a low voice.

Yun Cheng frowned and shook his head. "The master didn't tell Aunt Zhao about the poison, and no one came to visit when I was out. They... look like people from the training ground."

Training ground? Ah-yi was confused, and when she heard the word "poison", her vision went dark. She only remembered that Heng-chi seemed to be planning to build a new training ground for the elite patrol battalion to train.

But everything was fine, why did they come to my house?
Without caring about anything else, Ah'an could only go in through the back door which she usually entered and exited. Almost no one knew about it and it was quite hidden.

As soon as she entered the door, she took off her hat, walked faster and faster, and almost ran when she reached the stone bridge.

Servants came in and out carrying hot water and new towels, constantly exchanging them with the inner room. The copper basin was shining, and a large pool of dirty blood at the bottom of the basin dazzled Ah's eyes.

As if being nailed to the spot, Ah's heart suddenly began to beat like a drum, and a long-awaited feeling of fear came over her.

"Madam, you're back?" The speaker was Yun Cong. His sudden question pulled A's hearing back from the blockage that was like being blocked by the tide.

A kind of clarity that came from returning to the human world awakened A'ao, whose thoughts were scattered thousands of miles away.

"The doctor is inside. Do you want to come in?"

Want to go in?

It turned out that it was this question that pinned her to the ground.

Hengzhi, you must not die when you are surrounded by enemies on all sides.

(End of this chapter)