Jiaohua

Chapter 16 I just don't want to
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The tall maid gave a cursory examination of the charred and stiff corpse.

Everyone looked at her and confirmed that there were no other fatal wounds. Mrs. Bian said, "It seems that she was killed by lightning, so cover it up."

The white cloth was covered again, and the suppressed and strange atmosphere was relieved a little, and everyone was relieved.

"What's her name?" Madam Bian asked Bian Yuanxue sideways.

"Chen Tang." Bian Yuanxue replied with a very bad expression.

A personal maid who was face-to-face every day suddenly turned into this look. It felt really uncomfortable. Bian Yuanxue felt that she might not be able to eat or sleep well today.

"I remember when this group of people came to the mountain, a few couples were sisters." Mrs. Bian looked at her maid, Cai Ming, "Does Chen Tang have sisters?"

"Yes," Cai Ming nodded, "there are two younger sisters, one is named Gui Fang and the other is named Xiaoguang."

The two little girls whose names were named in the crowd were instantly pale as paint.

From the time of Chen Tang's death to the present, they dared not express their sadness at all, let alone mention half a word in front of others.

They have been on the mountain for almost three years, and they know what Madam Bian means by asking this now.

"Which two?" Madam Bian turned around and looked at the crowd.

Everyone who knew them cast their gazes, Gui Fang trembled all over, and knelt on the ground with her legs thumping: "Husband, Madam."

"And one more?" Madam Bian asked.

Xiaoguang blinked uneasily, bowed his head and walked out of the crowd timidly.

"Is it them?" Madam Bian confirmed for the last time.

"Yes."

"Kill it." Madam Bian said lightly.

"Madam!" Xiaoyu also knelt down, "Madam, spare your life!"

"Ma'am, we have not been in touch with Chen Tang for a long time, we are serving Luoxia Court!" Gui Fang cried.

Mrs. Bian waved her hand, and Cai Ming, who was beside her, stepped forward and asked them to take them down.

All the maids did not make a sound, their expressions were low, and they were hurt.

The screams and beggings of the two maids gradually faded away. Mrs. Bian looked at Chen Tang on the ground and said, "Bury her. It's better to throw her away if she was struck by lightning."

Aunt Feng nodded: "Yes."

"You choose two more maids to come here," Madam Bian said again, "to be clean."

Aunt Feng understood the meaning of this clean, and nodded again: "Yes, ma'am."

Mrs. Bian turned her head, looked at the burning house in the distance, and walked over.

At this time, the sky was drizzling again, and the yard was covered with a large cloth, so there was no panic like before.

There was no progress in cleaning up the burnt ruins, piles of charred wood and black dust were crowded inside, and the smell raised by the rain was very unpleasant.

"Is there not enough manpower?" Mrs. Bian said.

Aunt Feng followed behind her and replied, "Well, I'm about to be too busy."

"Lin Youqing." Madam Bian's expression was cold, and she read the name very lightly.

Aunt Feng looked at her in confusion, not knowing what she was thinking.

Mrs. Bian didn't speak any more, and looked at the rain for a long time before turning around and leaving.

If Chen Tang wasn't Bian Yuanxue's maid, she wouldn't have come here to ask about what happened today, and she would feel upset every time she came to Houshan.

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There were two more corpses in the back mountain, and a few brave servants carried them and threw them to the bottom of the most northeastern cliff.

Qian Qianqian held a wooden basin covered with oilcloth in his hands, and there were a lot of paper money and ingots under the wooden basin.

Mr. Liang casually sprinkled the paper money down, and then looked coldly at the other servants, kneeling and bowing, reciting words, which probably meant that there was a grievance and a debt to the owner, so don't look for them if anything happens.

On the other side of the hill, Xia Zhaoyi also held a wooden basin and watched the tall servant girl and the other two dig up the wet soil and pile it aside.

The white cloth on Chen Tang's body was already wet, and it looked so tight that the servants didn't dare to glance at it.

The soil was dug below, and the color became darker and darker, the sky became more rainy, and there was a lot of stagnant water in the soil pit.

One person looked up at Xia Zhaoyi: "Ali, come down and scoop out the water."

Xia Zhaoyi didn't move, and said, "No, I don't do it lightly."

The servants were stunned for a moment, before that person said, "What did you say?"

"I said, I don't do it lightly." Xia Zhaoyi looked at them.

The servants looked at each other, and it was the first time they saw a boy slave dare to say such a thing.

The tall servant girl was unlucky today, and she was already full of resentment. A shovel hit the ground, splashing a large amount of muddy water, and said angrily: "Little hoof, say it again!"

"Why don't you do the grave building easily?" A middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded.

The servants looked over, Su Juren was holding a bamboo umbrella and wearing a plain green robe, standing on the soil steps not far away, looking at Xia Zhaoyi and asked.

Several servants were stunned and shouted, "Su Juren."

Xia Zhaoyi raised her head, looked at the man a little, and said, "If you don't want to do it, you just don't want to do it."

"There's always a reason why you don't want to do it?"

"Let you do it, will you do it?" Xia Zhaoyi asked back.

The servants never thought that she would dare to speak to Su Juren like this. One servant stepped forward and shouted, "Ali, be honest with me, come down!"

"Ali?" Su Juren looked at Xia Zhaoyi, "Are you Ari?"

The little girl's face was calm and gentle, and she was standing beside the small earthen pit with a wooden basin in her arms.

She had a lot of bruises on her face, and the corners of her lips were still swollen, but her face was very clean. Under the shabby little umbrella, her hair was almost not messy, which was too different from the child slaves he had seen in the backyard. big.

"I'm Ali," Xia Zhaoyi said, "Hello Su Juren."

Su Juren smiled, glanced at the servants, and said, "You seem to have offended them, aren't you afraid that they will trouble you or kill you directly?"

The servants were embarrassed, and one said, "Su Juren, we didn't deliberately target her."

Su Juren ignored it and looked at Xia Zhaoyi: "Are you afraid?"

Xia Zhaoyi looked at him again, his eyes lingered on the mud on his shoes for a while, and shook his head: "Not afraid."

"Aren't you afraid?"

"Why do you think this is scary?" Xia Zhaoyi asked again.

Su Juren paused and looked into her eyes.

As clear as the moonlight washed by autumn water, it seems to be reflected in the lake, clear and moist.

Yeah, why do you think this is scary.

Su Juren secretly laughed at himself, isn't he not afraid of anything anymore?

(End of this chapter)