She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

Fu family. The corridor with cornices shrouded in the morning glow is inexplicably as desolate as the evening.

The wet nurse walked into the main courtyard and could smell the strong smell of medicine before she even got close to the door.

Like an old man who has been ill for a long time and suffers from serious old diseases, the house that was once bustling with people no longer exists, and is always filled with a dead atmosphere.

In the room, Fu Zhenqing's hoarse voice was cursing again.

The wet nurse listened through the door for a while and heard that he was scolding the fourth young lady again. She couldn't help but shook her head and sighed.

"Who's out there?"

Xie's ear tips.

The wet nurse hurriedly responded: "Madam, it's me."

After a while, Mr. Xie walked out. She turned around and opened the door ajar and asked, "What's wrong?"

The wet nurse looked around and whispered: "Boss Zhou came to you just now and asked me to send you a message." She leaned into Mr. Xie's ear and repeated the sentence word for word, "Come out." Something unexpected happened, and I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this month. Just wait and see what happens, and be patient and don't be impatient."

Xie's face, which was still rosy at first, became visibly disappointed after hearing these words.

"Something happened..."

What kind of accident happened again?

Xie asked anxiously: "Where are the others? Are they gone?"

"It's time to go."

The nanny pointed to the room, "I thought it would take an hour or two for you to wait for the master and the young master to drink medicine, so I didn't let him enter the house to wait." She paused and said with something in her words, "Right now, Zhou It’s not good for the boss to come to our house.”

Ms. Xie was inexplicably irritated: "What's wrong? He comes here often on weekdays. Why doesn't Grandma keep him?"

"These days are different."

A cold voice came from behind.

Xie and the nanny followed the sound and realized that Fu Yan had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

Xie's heart sank and she frowned: "Yan'er, what are you talking about?"

Fu Yan snorted coldly: "Mom, it's not that I, a daughter, are talking nonsense, but your behavior is getting more and more unruly now! You are getting more and more impatient when giving medicine to your second brother's father. Just now, you choked your father. It turns out that it's good for you, you care about your father, but you want to invite that filthy actor to the house."

She didn't feel tired after talking so much in one breath, and she accused Mrs. Xie in front of the wet nurse: "Today is different from the past. Our Fu family has no extra money for extravagance and waste! How much money does it cost to invite a Spring Festival class? Mother, you are in charge Zhongfeng knows it well, why do you need me to remind you?"

Mr. Xie was originally very nervous.

After hearing what Fu Yan accused her of, she gradually relaxed, "You...you mean, I shouldn't listen to the show anymore?"

"Of course!"

Fu Yan didn't know why Mr. Xie liked to listen to those things that were dangerous to death. Ever since she could remember, she had never found out that Mr. Xie had any other hobbies.

She persuaded her earnestly: "Mom, my father and second brother are still injured, and the family is in decline. How can you still have time to think about those operas? Besides, those operas are all your favorite ones. "I'm on the Wall", I can sing it! Why waste money on hiring a troupe!"

The story "The Horse on the Wall" is Xie's favorite. It tells the story of the young lady of the Li family and the young master of the Pei family who fell in love at first sight, broke through the secular etiquette, and finally achieved consummation after many twists and turns. Fu Yan wouldn't be interested in such a clichéd story even to death.

Ms. Xie looked at her vivid face, and after a moment, she turned her head and said, "Yan'er, you don't understand."

Her words were full of helplessness.

It's a pity that Fu Yan, who was so angry, couldn't listen. She said to the wet nurse: "Mommy, you know what's going on at home. The money my eldest brother gave me not long ago is already stretched thin. If my mother still wants to hire some theater troupe, please stop me."

"This……"

The nanny looked at Mrs. Xie and then at Fu Yan, but didn't answer. Of course Xie was in a bad mood after being scolded by Fu Yan.

She returned to her room dejectedly, dismissed the maid, and sat alone at the table, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yanji sat on the beam, always feeling that Xie's worried look was similar to that of Zhou Fangjun. Both of them like to hold the left side of their heads, looking depressed and unable to lift their spirits.

Yanji just went to see Fu Changjian and Fu Rudi.

The father and son were in the same miserable state, sticking out their scarred buttocks and yelling at Fu Jiao.

They were scolded and cursed with dirty words. Yanji found it boring, so she followed Mr. Xie over. She had a hunch today that she might gain more from Xie than from following Zhou Fangjun.

Yan Ji guessed a few things from Zhou Fangjun's words.

When he said "except for accidents", he must be referring to the capture of the childbirth ghost. In other words, Mrs. Xie knew that Zhou Fangjun was capturing Yingling to refine blood fetuses.

Are the two accomplices?

Yan Ji has been observing Xie's actions.

Mrs. Xie sat blankly at the table for half an hour. After a while, she started beating time with her hands and started babbling and singing: "Don't make enemies like a broken flower and a willow. I will make up for the eldest daughter by giving birth to a boy with you." , If we hope to live together, we will share the quilt, and if we die, we will share the same hole..."

She sang gracefully.

Although Yan Ji didn't understand, she could tell that Mr. Xie seemed to be in deep sorrow.

Xie sang an opera, turned around and took out a wooden box from the bottom of the cabinet. The wooden box was opened, and there was a dry flower inside.

Yan Ji recognized the flower.

The same seven-colored hibiscus that Zhou Fangjun hid under the silver pillow makes normal people crazy.

Mrs. Xie looked at the seven-colored hibiscus for a while, hesitantly unable to make any decision, and then put it back. She sighed, turned around and walked out of the door to visit Fu Zhenqing and Fu Changjian.

Yanji followed her until evening and found nothing, so she left Fu's house and reported today's snooping to Fu Jiao.

This was an unexpected gain for Fu Jiao.

She immediately told Fu Rudi about the matter.

Compared with Fu Jiao's surprise, Fu Rudi was not happy at all.

The troublesome ghost in the capital is harming people, and it actually has something to do with the Fu family. He couldn't help but look at Fu Jiao, frowned and said, "Can you guess what happened to the Fu family this year?"

"Brother, everything is fate, nothing is up to you."

Fu Jiao coughed lightly.

"That's all." Fu Rudi knew that fortune-telling would reveal secrets, and it would be bad for Fu Jiao if he did it too often.

He reviewed the known situation so far, "If you guessed correctly, the seven-color hibiscus in Xie's hand was given to her by Zhou Fangjun. Even if Zhou Fangjun is not from Miaojiang, he knows Miaojiang people. He refined blood fetuses and made It’s not good for Mrs. Xie.”

Fu Jiao's eyes widened, "Brother, do you think Mr. Xie and Zhou Fangjun secretly communicated about the song?"

Fu Rudi twitched the corners of his lips, "I'm about to hit the wall, and I miss you heartbroken. This meaning must be clear enough."

Although I don't want to admit that the person I have called "mother" for many years has someone else in mind, but the facts are in front of me, and it's impossible not to think about it in that direction.

Moreover, he knew Xie's obscure secret.

Fu Jiao was stunned: "What secret?"

"Xie had a massive postpartum hemorrhage after giving birth to Fu Changjian that year, and had to be rescued for three days. She was saved, but she lost her fertility."

Fu Rudi looked at Fu Jiao, it was obvious who the blood fetus would be refined for. (End of chapter)