Fu Ling found out the whole set of clothes, and when she turned around, she saw Qin Wan staring blankly in front of the mirror.
"What's the matter, Miss? But you're not feeling well?"
Qin Wan regained consciousness, and hurriedly said, "No..."
Before the word "yes" came out, Qin Wan suddenly changed the topic, "I only have a headache."
She raised her hand and rubbed her forehead, and Fu Ling immediately walked over worriedly, "The old lady is too cruel, although the lady is awake, she will definitely get sick if she falls into the lake, but she doesn't even want to ask for a doctor... "
Qin Wan patted Fu Ling on the shoulder, "It's okay, it's just... just that I can't remember some things clearly..." When she said this, Qin Wan had already made a decision, and she wanted to stay when she came.
Fu Ling suddenly became nervous, "What? Miss hurt her head?"
Qin Wan sat on a low couch not far from the mirror, and Fu Ling asked as she took off her underwear to prepare for changing.
As soon as the inner shirt was withdrawn, Fu Ling screamed, "Miss is injured! They must have accidentally touched it when they came up to save her. It would be good if there were scars left. This servant will go find some medicine for the wound..."
Fu Ling hurried to find medicine, Qin Wan frowned looking at the wound on his palm and arm.
After a while, she rolled up the skirt again, only to see that her knees, calves, and thighs were all injured.
Qin Wan narrowed her eyes, Fu Ling was wrong, these wounds were not caused by bumps.
The wounds on the arms and legs were in the shape of thin strips, one end was deep and the other end was shallow. The wounds were especially obvious because they were soaked in water. They were abrasions caused by friction. Looking down, Qin Wan saw a few shallow wounds on his ankles. black and blue.
Qin Wan gestured with his own hand, and sure enough, it was a scratch left by human hands.
Qin Wan took a closer look at the wounds on his body again. Most of these wounds were greatly split, and the edges of the wounds were often red and swollen. Although they had been soaked in water, they could still see blood scabs that had not been completely washed off.
My father said that wounds shrink and crack only when a living person is wounded.
Most of these injuries were left before Miss Nine died.
Thinking in this way, Qin Wan touched her throat. When she just woke up, she felt a sore throat. She didn't notice it at the time, but now that she saw the scar, she realized that it was a contusion caused by strangling her throat vigorously. .
Afterwards, Qin Wan touched his chest and abdomen again, but there was no foreign body sensation.
A cold light flashed in her eyes, she was almost certain that Miss Nine was first strangled to death, and then thrown into the lake to create the illusion of jumping into the lake, and these scratches were left when someone grabbed her ankle and dragged her. down.
Qin Wan's scalp tingled for a while. At first, she thought that Miss Nine was just being unwelcome in the mansion and was in a pitiful situation, but she didn't expect that someone in the Qin manor wanted to kill her
"Miss, I found it, and this servant will give you the medicine."
Fu Ling ran over, knelt down beside Qin Wan and rubbed the medicine on her, then gritted her teeth while wiping, "You have caused so many injuries on Miss! They really don't know how to feel sorry for Miss!"
Qin Wan looked at Fu Ling, his eyes were as deep as an abyss.
She is not the Ninth Miss of the Qin Mansion, but she has indeed become the Ninth Miss of the Qin Mansion. If she wants to settle down, she must find out the murderer. If she fails once, what if the murderer strikes a second time
What's more, she occupied the body of Miss Ninth, so she should avenge her!
Qin Wan was determined, and then asked another question.
"How far is it from here to the capital?"
Fu Ling was stunned, "Miss changed her mind? Miss said before that staying in Jinzhou is better than staying in the capital. Compared with the people and rules that the Zhongyonghou Mansion has to deal with in the capital, Miss would rather stay in this small courtyard quietly. .”
Fu Ling said with a slightly sour nose, "Miss, do you want to go back to the capital? The slave also thinks that we should go back. The capital is at the foot of the emperor, and the people in the house dare not treat Miss too harshly even if they are mean. What's more, Miss fell into the lake this time." , always makes the slaves feel that this mansion is inauspicious and unsafe, but miss, if we want to go back, we have to talk to the big room."
This time, both their master and servant walked through the gate of hell, and Fu Ling felt more and more sad when she thought about it.
"Since the master and wife passed away seven years ago, we have been thrown around like hot potatoes. We have been in Jinzhou for four years, and the old lady and master here have long been impatient with us."
"Uncle...he..."
Since Qin Wan is the second wife of the Qin family, the Zhongyonghou should be called Uncle.
Fu Ling snorted softly when she heard the words, "Miss, have you forgotten? Ever since the Elder Master took the position of Marquis Zhongyong, his eyes have only been on government affairs. I heard earlier that the Elder Master entered the Ministry of Household Affairs. Miss San, I just want to send her to some prince or heir, she has long been ignored by us!"
Qin Wan's eyes trembled, "What day is today?"
"If my servant remembers correctly, it's the 23rd of July."
July 23rd... It was July 19th when their family had an accident.
Qin Wan tightly clenched her cuffs. At the beginning of July, she had heard from her father that Zhongyong Hou Qin Shu was in charge of the household department, and the third lady in Zhongyong Hou's mansion, who was known as the most talented woman in the capital, had a few Heard it all.
Her chest rose and fell violently, and Qin Wan's heart burned. This is still Da Zhou, and this Qin family is the Qin family she knows. This is simply, this is a unique opportunity given to her by God!
"Miss? What do you think?"
Qin Guan gritted her teeth, and it took a long time to calm down. Her eyes were deep, but her eyes were faint and she didn't know where to look. After a while, she said in a low voice but firmly, "I want to go back to the capital."
At the same time, Mrs. Lin was helping Mrs. Jiang back to the Buddhist hall, "Mother, this incident is too strange. When she died, several people went to see her. What she said was short of breath, do you think it is true? "
Jiang's cloudy eyes were dark, "Regardless of whether it is true or not, this matter cannot be spread, the mourning hall will be withdrawn, and the people under it will shut their mouths tightly. My Qin family can't make such a big joke. I don't care about her." What kind of fox ghost, if she can withstand the seven-day magic circle of the eminent monks, I will treat her as ill."
Lin was worried, "Should I tell the big house about this? After all, Qin Wan is the only daughter of the second brother..."
Mrs. Jiang turned her eyes and gave Lin her a gouged look, "Master? Mr. Fang doesn't have the energy to take care of her."
Mrs. Lin was a little puzzled, so she helped Mrs. Jiang to sit on the soft couch.
Jiang squinted her eyes, raised her chin to indicate an official document on the table, "This is the mansion report copied by the Dafang. The case of Concubine Jin has come to an end. The turmoil in the imperial capital has ended and the situation has changed drastically. Everyone They are all protecting themselves in the open and seizing power in the dark, and Da Fang has to stand in line, so how can we have time to care about her?"
Lin was slightly surprised, "There is a result so soon?"
Jiang's chin was raised slightly, and his eyes were meaningful, "The king of Jin committed suicide in fear of crime in the sky prison, and he couldn't find any other suspects. The death of Concubine Jin is naturally nailed to King Jin's head." After a slight pause, Jiang said coolly , "What's more, Shen Yi is dead."
Lin was surprised, "Shen Yi? Minister of Dali Temple? How could he die?"
Jiang said calmly, "Since the incident happened, he has been in charge of this unprecedented inner palace conspiracy in a century, and he is also the one who strongly advocated the crime of King Jin. However, five days ago, the deputy envoy of Dali Temple exposed He deliberately deceived the king to get rid of the crime of the king of Jin, and when the matter was revealed, Shen Yi wanted to escape with his family, and then the whole family was strangled outside the imperial city."
The corner of Lin's eyes trembled, "Has the whole family been killed..."
As he spoke, he frowned and sighed, "Shen Yi has been in charge of the prison for many years, and I heard that he has never had a single unjust, false or wrongful case in his hands. Being from a humble family and being the Minister of Dali Temple, why is it for King Jin this time..."
Sitting cross-legged, Mrs. Jiang picked up the Buddhist beads on the side and spun them around, "How can we speak nonsense about the royal court? Besides, in the imperial capital, who lives and who dies, naturally someone has the final say."
Lin realized something, and hurriedly lowered her head and stopped talking.
Mrs. Jiang closed her eyes and recited a few lines of scriptures, then explained in a slow voice, "Qin Wan doesn't need to tell Dafang about this, just keep an eye on it, and ask Doctor Huang by the way. What… "
Speaking of which, Jiang suddenly opened her eyes, "I always feel that girl has become different."