Shengshichun

Fu Zhen glanced at him: "Get out."

After saying that, he walked out.

Pei Zhan saw her nimbly following the foal, and quickly regained his composure. After thinking for a moment, Pei Zhan went out and mounted his horse.

……

Fu Zhen did not go to Ning's house, but went directly back to Pei's house.

There was indeed something wrong with Mrs. Ning about Mr. Ning, but Fu Zhen didn't want to force anyone into trouble if Mrs. Ning didn't open her mouth to speak.

She didn't say that she had her own reasons. Mr. Ning's death was a big turning point for Mrs. Ning's fate. It took a lot of effort to get things right, but Fu really didn't want to rub salt into her wounds.

Pei Zhan rode to Ning's house.

General Ping Xi in front of others looked so cold and unapproachable. The concierge who opened the door to Mrs. Ning just now welcomed him to the door. His head almost dropped to the ground: "Madam has just come back, I'm afraid... I need to take a rest first, please go sit in the house while I ask someone to report."

Pei Zhan dismissed him as he walked: "If Madam has finished packing, just ask someone to come to Jia Ge's house to find me."

Ning Jia officially became a disciple of Bachelor Shen. She studied diligently every day and made great progress in her studies. However, after growing up in an inner house like the Fu family for many years, she still seemed a bit cautious in dealing with people.

So every time Pei Zhan came over, he always took some time to sit in his yard.

When Mrs. Ning entered the backyard, Jin Zhu came up to her, looked her over and said, "Madam, her face is a little solemn. Could it be that something happened in the shop?"

Mrs. Ning opened the curtain herself: "Nothing."

Jin Zhu opened her mouth, but before she could answer the next sentence, Mrs. Ning walked into the room, sat in front of the bronze mirror and took off the hairpin ring.

Jin Zhu followed him in, and when he was about to extend his hand to help, Mrs. Ning said, "Go down, I'll take a rest first."

Jin Zhu had no choice but to retreat wisely.

Mrs. Ning stared at her and closed the door. Then she withdrew her gaze and looked at herself in the mirror for a moment. Then she got up and went into the inner room and opened the box cage in the corner of the room.

The summer wind lifted the curtains in the room and swayed her temples one step at a time. The shadows swinging left and right fell on her eyebrows, reflecting half of her lowered eyes. Light and half dark.

There were many account books and letters neatly placed in the cage. She pulled out a yellowed letter from one of the piles and unfolded the rough-edged paper to read.

After a while, she put down the letter, sat on the chair next to her, and looked at the window in trance.

"Madam, my uncle is here."

The sound of Jinzhu knocking on the door came from far away through the outer door.

Mrs. Ning suddenly restrained her dark eyes and responded: "I know!" Then she folded the letter again.

Pei Zhan and Ning Jia sat and talked for a few words. The maid in Mrs. Ning's room came to invite her: "My wife is in the flower hall. Please come and have tea."

Ning Jia straightened her waist immediately.

Pei Zhan looked at him and said, "Are you happy that I'm leaving?"

Ning Jia opened her mouth and was speechless.

Pei Zhan stood up, put his hands behind his back, took two steps, then stopped and looked back: "I have an event in two days, you come with me."

Ning Jia's body straightened up again: "My brother-in-law is participating in all the entertainment events with dignitaries in the court. How can I follow them without thinking of my own ability?"

"I told you to go, so just follow me."

Pei Zhan glanced at him, then said these words and left.

Ning Jia took a deep breath and looked at his back. She didn't let out her breath until she couldn't see him anymore.

General Pingxi's majesty was so great that even if he became his brother-in-law, Ning Jia still felt like a soldier under his command.

……

When Pei Zhan arrived at the flower hall, Mrs. Ning had already asked someone to make tea.

She walked out with a smile: "Why did Minzhi come home again? Did Zhen'er go back alone?"

"Look at the clothes she was wearing just now. How can she come out and show off in the market? She went back to change. She left me, so I just came over to sit."

Pei Zhan said and sat down, "Miss Xie isn't here yet, is she?"

Mrs. Ning smiled and handed him the tea, "Do you have anything to say?"

Pei Zhansui also smiled: "My little thoughts can't be hidden from my mother's discerning eyes."

Mrs. Ning said: "Let's talk, we don't want to beat around the bush."

Pei Zhan nodded: "To be honest, today He Qunying came to me to ask for a boat from the Ning family. I didn't want to pay attention to it, but when he mentioned my grandfather, I couldn't ignore it.

"Whether there is anything suspicious about my grandfather's death, I want to hear the truth from my mother."

Mrs. Ning said: "I knew you came here for this. Just like Zhen'er, you have a temperament that breaks the casserole and asks for the truth. But is there anything fishy about it? My father just died of a normal illness. Don't think too much about it. . If there was a problem, wouldn’t I have reported it to the official a long time ago?”

Pei Zhan frowned: "Does mother have any concerns? My son-in-law is not talented, but he thinks he has some ability to protect the safety of the Youning family."

Mrs. Ning smiled and shook her head: "Really not."

Although the words were soft, they were decisive. Pei Zhan stared at her for a moment and had no choice but to look away.

……

After Fu Zhen returned to his residence and finished changing, he sat in the hall and listened to the stewards' comments and arranged some things. Pei Zhan came back at dusk.

Fu Zhen ignored him at first, but later he saw that he still had a sullen face and was sitting on the couch holding a military book. He didn't say anything for a long time, then walked over and asked, "Where did you go?"

Pei Zhan turned over and faced her.

Yo ho!

He also got a little temperamental.

Fu Zhen couldn't tolerate him and pinched his arm.

Pei Zhan hissed lightly, covering his arms and sitting up: "How many times did you pinch me today?"

Fu Zhen said: "Just pinch the flesh twice, it's not your flesh. Are you made of tofu?"

As soon as Pei Zhan heard this, he leaned down again, propped up his forehead with one elbow, and said with spring in his eyes: "What would you do if I were made of tofu?"

"If you were made of tofu, I would chop you into pieces!"

After Fu Zhen finished speaking, he snorted, then stood up and moved to sit on the stool next to him: "I guess you went to Ning's house."

"clever."

Pei Zhan closed the book of war, rolled it up and patted his legs.

"But you went to Ning's house alone, and it's unlikely that you stayed all afternoon. Did something happen to my mother, or did you go somewhere else?" Pei Zhan took a slow breath and sat up: "I asked Mother-in-law, she really didn't reveal a word, she insisted that the old man died of illness.

"So later I went to find Shopkeeper Su, and through Shopkeeper Su I found several doctors who had treated the old man."

"The results of it?"

"Nothing was found." Pei Zhan shook his head, "Everyone said the same thing."

Fu Zhen frowned.

All the rhetoric is consistent. Isn’t this too watertight?

There are obviously a lot of doubts!

After dinner, Pei Zhan went to the study, and Fu Zhen took Guo Song and Yang Tong out alone.

When she arrived at the corner door of the Ning family, she asked Yang Tong to call Ning Jia out.

"sister……"

"Go and open the small door of Yixintang where I live. I have something to go in and I don't want my mother to know."

Before Ning Jia could finish the greeting, Fu Zhen stopped him from continuing.

Ning Jia paused and said immediately: "Did you have a fight with your brother-in-law?"

Fu Zhen didn't know how to explain his purpose of coming. He thought this was a good reason, so he was vague and urged him to go in quickly.

How dare Ning Jia delay?

He immediately turned around and entered the door.

At the same time, Fu Zhen came outside Yixintang. As soon as the corner door opened, she ducked in with two guards.

"Sister, why did you quarrel with your brother-in-law? What did he do to you?"

"Why do you, kid, worry so much? Go back to your room quickly! I'm staying here tonight. Don't let mother know."

Fu Zhen urged him out and entered his yard.

In the past, no outsiders came to this courtyard. Now, after opening a door on the street, it has become an independent courtyard. Yang Tong and the others can go in and out directly.

After Ning Jia left, Fu Zhen sent Yang Tong and Guo Song to stay here, and then he opened the courtyard door and walked towards the main room where Mrs. Ning lived.

After entering this house, how could anyone stop her? But she still chooses to walk in the shadows.

Originally, she didn't want to dig into Mrs. Ning's thoughts, but after Pei Zhan inquired all the way, Shopkeeper Su and the others were as guarded as iron walls. Didn't this make things even more unusual?

Fu Zhen couldn't bear it anymore.

The lights were on in the main room, the maids came out with copper basins, and Mrs. Ning sat down in front of the window.

The summer night is cool, the window is half open, and the crescent moon hangs in the sky, shining like a sickle.

Mrs. Ning looked at it from a distance, then raised her right hand and rubbed her temples.

After a while she put her hand down, reached into her left sleeve, and took out the letter she had read during the day.

The door creaked, and Jin Zhu walked in again holding the lantern. After setting up the lantern, she came to Mrs. Ning: "Madam, are you reading this again? I'm afraid you can memorize the words on it."

"Who says it's not?" Mrs. Ning let out a long breath: "But now I feel that it is getting more and more difficult. The writing on it is like a needle-point thorn. I don't know what to do."

Jin Zhu looked into her deep eyes: "How about telling the truth to my aunt and the others? After all, even General He's son has set his sights on the old man's death, and the He family is fighting fiercely with the Xu family."

Mrs. Ning frowned: "Everyone in the government and the public says that the current emperor and empress are benevolent and righteous, and are wise and virtuous. I have never seen it, and I never dare to say so.

"And the Pei and Liang families are so powerful that they are like cooking oil in a raging fire. They cannot get into any of this kind of right and wrong..."

Fu Zhen leaned against the wall and listened to the conversation in the room.

She stared at the night sky with an eyebrow, then straightened up a little and looked into the house through the open window.

The face of Mrs. Ning in front of the bronze mirror was as sad as when Fu Zhen first woke up and saw her. However, everything had been peaceful for her since the divorce. Later, she got married to the Pei family, and there was no such thing anymore. What should she worry about?

"Mrs……"

"Let me think about it first. Go ahead and make the bed."

Mrs. Ning sent away the gold beads, then stood up and stuffed the letter into the dowry box.

Fu Zhen hid in the shadow of the moon until the lights in the room went out and there was no movement anymore. Then she gently opened the window and turned over inside.

The dossier box is on the dressing table. You can reach it as soon as you reach for it.

The moonlight shines faintly into the house, which is not really bright, but for a familiar "house thief", this light is enough. What's more, Mrs. Ning had never been wary of Fu Zhen on these boxes. She always knew how to open the hidden buttons on them.

The secret button opened, and with a familiar and slight "click", the darkness in front of me was dispelled, and the room actually lit up!

Fu Zhen suddenly looked up and saw Mrs. Ning standing in front of her holding a huge luminous pearl!

When she loosened her grip, the box almost fell to the ground!

"Mother, mother..."

Fu Zhen swore that she had never been so embarrassed. After several months of hard practice, her skills had recovered to five or six points. She could deal with Xu Yin and the people of Prince Rong's palace freely in Baihe Temple, and she could also come and go in the Chu family. He was free and easy, but he didn’t expect to be caught in his own mother’s house!

How could she explain her behavior?

Glancing at the calm Mrs. Ning in front of her, she stood up and put the box back on the coffee table next to her.

"Mom, I'm just curious..."

"When did you come back?" Mrs. Ning looked at her, her expression and tone were still calm.

"Two, two quarters of an hour ago."

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Ning raised her eyebrows and said, "It seems that Brother Jia opened the door for you."

Fu Zhen was so embarrassed that his toes began to scratch the ground.

Not only did he act as a house thief, but he also tricked Ning Jia into setting up an ambush for him. This should be an added crime, right?

But how could Fu Zhen be the timid person?

At this point, she felt worried and asked, "Did mother already know that I was coming? Did she turn off the lights and wait for me here? You are so awesome! You can even detect this!"

"I'm not a god, how could I know?"

Mrs. Ning sat down, lit the lamp next to her, and then looked at her quietly: "Bring me the box."

No matter how reluctant Fu Zhen was, he could not disobey.

When the box arrived in Mrs. Ning's hands, she opened it, took a look, took out the letter inside, and said calmly: "I didn't know you were coming, but I thought you would come.

"After Minzhi left my place, he went to find Shopkeeper Su and the others. I will know these things later.

"Both of you are very persistent and careful. The bad thing is that I took the initiative to mention my grandfather to you this morning, and then He Qunying appeared. Otherwise, things like this wouldn't have happened. .”

"Mother!" Fu Zhen stepped forward and took her arm. "Are you still hiding it from me now? How did my grandfather die? If he was killed, then we must avenge him. !”

"I'm afraid you won't be able to avenge this."

"why?"

Mrs. Ning did not answer in a hurry. He pulled out a silver hairpin, picked out the wick, and then looked at Fu Zhen: "In the murder case in Baiyu Hutong, we still only know who the murderer was, what the identity of the deceased was, and who is currently the murderer." You don’t know, do you?”

Under the candlelight, her gaze became even deeper, so deep that people suddenly thought of the white jade alley filled with the smell of blood that night. (End of chapter)