Da Suining

Chapter 57 Assassin
"How could it be?" Tang Xiaoniang was also surprised, she knew that black cat well.

Usually chubby and lazy, she likes to nest in her arms and let her stroke her hair when she has nothing to do.

Those fish and shrimps, let him eat, and he also likes to shake his head and tail at her to show his affection.

When the weather is good, Tang Xiaoniang will also let the maid carry the cat to have fun in Qingcheng. This cat is shiny and shiny, and I don’t know how attractive it is. It crawls to the eaves at night without sleeping, and stares at it with those black jewel-like eyes. Looking at the moon, the moon is afraid, the moonlight shines on the eaves, it jumps on the eaves, soft and fast, like a shadow in the dark night.

The black cat bit Qiniang's son that day, and Tang Xiaoniang also scolded Qiniang's son for not having eyes. He must have bitten him because he wanted to beat the cat.

Now Qiniang's son is dead.

This is bad luck.

Luckily my cat is fine.

I can't keep it anymore, and I still miss the cat, Tang Xiaoniang's thoughts were pulled back by the cold kitchen knife, she covered the wound on her face with a handkerchief: "Qiniang, your son's death has nothing to do with my cat, your son is afraid Water sickness, it doesn’t necessarily have to be something that bites, anyway, where your servants live, wild cats and dogs are everywhere. My cat is alive and well, if it made your son sick, why is it fine?”

Qiniang was shaken for a moment.

Yes, in the past two days, I saw the cat climb up the beam of the house along the pillar of the kitchen. It was very nimble, like a cloud of black smoke, squatting on the beam of the house to watch the cooks chop vegetables and wash the dishes. The one who peeled and butchered the fish was stimulated again, and swooped down without falling to his death. He rushed to catch the fish and bit it, and then ran away after the bite. The cooks couldn't catch up with the fire sticks.

It doesn't look sick.

Qiniang was stunned, and the hand holding the kitchen knife loosened a little.

Tang Xiaoniang's blood flowed onto Qiniang's hands, and dripped down Qiniang's hands onto her pair of smoggy shoes. The blood bloomed on the shoes, and the smell of blood was very strong.

Qiniang didn't move, and Tang Xiaoniang didn't dare to move.

A servant girl ran in quickly, and when she lifted the door curtain, a gust of wind was brought in.

The servant girl leaned against the door and gasped for a while, then knelt down and pointed outside and said, "It's not good, my lady's cat... the cat is crazy, spitting, cramping, chasing people in the yard, the gatekeeper on the second door The mother-in-law was chased and fell into the pond, and everyone was terrified... That cat is more fierce than people."

"Sure enough, the symptoms are the same as my child's." Qiniang's eyes were red: "Sure enough, this beast killed my child."

This matter is a bit troublesome.

Tang Xiaoniang was still pitying her cat, but Xiang Daying had already issued an order: "Go and beat that... cat to death with a stick."

There was a commotion in the mansion.

Those holding sticks, those holding nets, those holding wooden cylinders, the screams of maidservants, the wailing of mother-in-law, the sound of chasing and beating by servants, one after another.

After a long time, a maid came in carrying a vegetable basket, and it was the black cat in the basket.

The corners of his mouth were watering, his teeth and claws were showing, and his head was smashed flat.

On weekdays, relying on Tang Xiaoniang's support, this cat climbs up and down, or steals food, or tears clothes, or scratches snacks, or overturns porcelain vases, ruins calligraphy and paintings, and sits on the fish in the pond. Squatting for a whole morning, the wild ducks in the pond have to swim far away when they see it.

This cat got into trouble, Tang Xiaoniang naturally blamed the servants, how many people have suffered from it, and they didn't like it a long time ago, just in time when it was sick, they killed it quickly, and everyone was satisfied.

Tang Xiaoniang also squeezed two tears for it.

But Xiangyan poked her head behind the screen and said, "This cat has killed people, why don't you throw it away quickly, and throw it far away, what if we get hydrophobia?"

At this moment Xiangyan forgot that her mother was still in dire straits, she just wanted to throw the cat away quickly so as not to harm her.

"Throw away this cat. No..." Xiang Daying thought for a while, "Dig this cat... a deep pit and bury it, so as not to be turned out by other animals."

The servants carefully carried the basket to do it.

"My son." Tang Xiaoniang couldn't help sobbing: "My son, I raised you. I knew you had a short lifespan and couldn't live for a few years, so I loved you very much. I didn't expect you to be beaten to death. I'm going to bury it secretly... I don't even have a paper ghost."

Qiniang was stimulated.

Her son, a good man died, was just wrapped in a broken mat tube, not even a decent wrapping clothes.

Tang Xiaoniang's cat died, and this cat, the culprit, made her cry so painfully that she wanted to get some paper ghost objects for the cat.

Isn't this bullying?
Qiniang gritted her teeth in resentment, the knife in her hand was placed on Tang Xiaoniang's neck again, her palms were sweating, and she could hardly hold the kitchen knife.She even wanted to slash Tang Xiaoniang's neck cruelly, and it was considered revenge, but she couldn't do it. Seeing Tang Xiaoniang bleeding, she became a little cowardly.

"My son...you died a miserable death." Tang Xiaoniang sobbed.

"You are not allowed to mention that dead cat again." Qiniang raised her voice.

"I won't mention it, I won't mention it." Tang Xiaoniang squinted her eyes and shed tears: "My son..."

"Mother, I'm back." A young man in a light green short robe with a white jade chain around his waist barged in, holding a book in his hand.

Xiang Guoxin came back from studying in the palace.Today, the teacher taught a new class and got a new book, which he specially showed to Xiang Daying and Tang Xiaoniang.

The scenery in spring is good and the sun is warm.

There was a faint scent of incense from the opened window, and when he heard Tang Xiaoniang calling "my son, my son", Xiangguo came in heartily: "Mother, you are crying like this, how can I study at ease, am I not back yet? "

"It's not you that your mother was crying about, you useless child." Xiang Daying sighed, consciously staying away from Qiniang.

A dead child was lying on the ground, his mother had blood all over his face, his older sister Xiangyan poked her head and covered her heart with a handkerchief, the maids consciously stood against the wall, not daring to move, a woman holding a kitchen knife The man is pulling his mother's hair.

this screen.

I dare not act on stage.

After all, Xiang Guoxin was studying in the palace. Even if he had never seen this scene before, he knew a thing or two in his heart, and immediately rushed out the door and shouted: "Bring the guy, catch the assassin—"

"Stupid thing, if you keep yelling, do you want to see whether the servant's legs are faster...or her kitchen knife is faster? You don't want your mother to die?" Xiang Daying stared at Xiang Guoxin: "It's none of your business here, you hide Stay away and go back to your room."

How can you retreat at this time.

My own mother doesn't care if it's still human?

Xiang Guoxin's mind turned, he grabbed the book in his hand and threw it towards Qiniang's hand. The book made a circle in the air, and a huge impact was like a swooping bird pecking at Qiniang's hand , Qiniang's hand softened, and the kitchen knife fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)