Happy Marriage

Chang Jing paused for a while, then continued: "While Xia Ziwu was not in the yard, I stole her handkerchief, put it on your bed, and ordered Dragon Boat Festival to overturn the case for you.

I know it's a risky approach, but I really don't have a better idea. I hate Xia Ziwu as much. I have been diligent and loyal to her for so many years, but every time something happened, she never said a good word for me or asked for love once.

At the beginning, it was she who deliberately pushed Xue Xiuliang to approach me, and once promised to betroth me to Xue Xiuliang, which made me want to move, and listened to the nonsense of the two of them, which is how I ended up like this.

So, this time, even if I can't let her Xia Ziwu take the blame, I will let her taste it. "

When Chang Jing told these words, her eyes were always calm, there was no bitter hatred, no resentment, as if she was telling someone else's story, and she spoke it out.

It seemed that the resentment in her heart had dissipated with Xue Xiuliang's death.

An Sheng sighed a few words in his heart and asked her, "Then is there anything I can do for you?"

Chang Jing shook her head: "If you don't want people to not know, unless you don't do it yourself, this plan of mine is not seamless, and the old grudge between me and Xue Xiuliang is well known to everyone, Xia Ziwu is not stupid, and it should only be a matter of time to find out. So, tomorrow I'm going to give it a go."

"what you up to?"

"I don't want to give Xia Ziwu any chance to breathe. Tomorrow, I want to testify against Xia Ziwu and convict her in one fell swoop before she can find someone to testify for her." Chang Jing said firmly.

"But doing this is undoubtedly exposing yourself in advance."

Chang Jing gave a low "um": "When I do things, I always do what I want. I have never looked ahead and looked back, so I always do things that I cannot achieve and regret. I hope this time, I will The decision was the right one.”

An Sheng sighed softly: "Can you give me a little more time? Let me see if I can come up with a more comprehensive method?"

Chang Jing shook her head: "The Xue family has already sent someone to the place where Xia Ziwu stayed the day before yesterday to inquire about the news, looking for someone who can testify for Xia Ziwu. It was on the street, people came and went, and there was always a flow of people. Someone noticed her. I don't have much time."

An Sheng fell silent.

She wanted to do something for Changjing, but after thinking about it, she was helpless.

What is the cause, what is the fruit.

Chang Jing poisoned Xue Xiuliang because of her grievance with Xue Xiuliang, and she should bear the guilt.

However, in order to excuse her, Chang Jing exposed herself to everyone's sight, which made An Sheng feel a little guilty.

Chang Jing stood up and said, "If you think I'm not too heinous, then next year's Ching Ming Festival, just burn me some paper money and I'll be fine. I'm already poor and scared. Without money, my parents sold it as a commodity for a lifetime. I can't help myself, look at people's faces, and deliberately want to change my destiny, but instead, I have harmed myself for the rest of my life."

These words were very bleak, and An Sheng couldn't help but be moved.

Chang Jing had opened the door and walked out.

After An Sheng had eaten, he sat alone on the bed for a while, still feeling distraught and confused.

She decided to go to Leng Nanxian for an idea.

There are no carriages in the house, and I don't know where my father and the Xue family went.

An Sheng decided to buy a carriage by himself, so that it would be easier to come and go in the future.

She wrapped her cloak tightly and walked directly to the medicine house.

At first, I felt extremely cold, and as I walked, I was sweating all over.

It was still the door that Qianzhou opened for An Sheng, his nose was not his nose, his face was not his face, he snorted and turned back to the room.

An Sheng thought, let's coax him after this matter settles down, the left and right are only children's temperament, and the two dishes will be bought.

Leng Nanxian didn't expect An Sheng to come at this time. He put down the book in his hand and saw her face was rosy and sweaty. It was a little strange: "Why are you out of breath?"

An Sheng wiped off his sweat nonchalantly: "I came here by myself, and I walked too quickly."

Leng Nanxian took out the handkerchief and handed it to her, then moved the chair toward the charcoal basin: "Wipe it quickly, and don't catch a cold in a while."

An Sheng took the veil, sat down on the chair, wiped his face, and then whispered: "Master, in fact, the veil that was handed over to the lobby on the Dragon Boat Festival is not mine, but Xia Ziwu's."

"Dragon Boat Festival stole Xia Ziwu's veil to give you perjury?" Leng Nanxian raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"No," An Sheng shook his head: "It was Chang Jing who stole the handkerchief and put it in my room, and then called Dragon Boat Festival to find out."

"Is that the maid in front of Xia Ziwu?"

An Sheng nodded: "It's her. She didn't know that I had been to Xue Xiuliang the day before yesterday. She took advantage of Xue Xiuliang's coma and filled him with arsenic."

Then, he told Leng Nanxian one by one what he said about Xun Changjing today.

Leng Nanxian frowned and thought for a moment: "If you want to help Changjing, you must put Xia Ziwu to death."

An Sheng lowered his head: "Master must not understand why An Sheng would rather save a maid than let Xia Ziwu go, right?"

Leng Nanxian pursed his lips: "Master knows that Xia Ziwu has tried to harm you four times and three times. However, according to your nature, you should not put Xia Ziwu to death for this."

An Sheng gave a soft "um": "Master, I have a secret I want to tell you, can you keep it for me?"

Leng Nanxian looked at An Sheng's face and smiled softly: "Between master and master, An Sheng is still hiding a secret?"

An Sheng lowered his head embarrassedly: "No one knows about this, only An Sheng knows it well."

"Speak." Leng Nanxian said indifferently.

An Sheng played with Leng Nanxian's veil absent-mindedly in his hand, and finally made up his mind and said, "Actually, my mother didn't die of illness."

"I know," Leng Nanxian said softly, "you told me that she was suffering from sulfur poisoning."

An Sheng raised his face and said bitterly: "But, this is not accidental. It was Xue's mother and daughter who bribed the cook and even the old lady in the house, and deliberately poisoned it."

"What?" Leng Nanxian's face froze, and his hands couldn't help shaking.

An Sheng lowered his head, not daring to look at Leng Nanxian's burning eyes. There were two crystal tears hanging on her eyelashes, trembling, about to fall, her nose was red, and she looked extremely aggrieved.

Leng Nanxian became emotional for a while, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty: "So, when you entered the medicine house, you couldn't wait to learn poison. Are you particularly interested in poison art?"

An Sheng nodded: "One is for self-protection, and the other is to find out the cause of my grandmother's death."

Leng Nanxian suddenly reached out and touched An Sheng's face.

An Sheng was startled and raised his eyes gently, panicking for a moment. Those two shaky tears finally couldn't bear their weight and fell down.

Leng Nanxian gently wiped the two tears with his fingertips, and the thin calluses on his fingertips slid across An Sheng's delicate face, making him a little palpitated.

He wanted to hold the girl beside him in his arms, pity her wantonly, let her lean shoulders lean on, and let her not work so hard.

However, he is a man who knows how to control himself, and finally managed to restrain this wave of impulse.

"I'm sorry, it's because Master is not good, he always wrongs you indiscriminately."

An Sheng shook his head in a panic, his little face was even more red than just before, as if the reddest rouge had penetrated.

She missed the feeling of Leng Nanxian's hand touching her face, as if there was a fire on his fingertips, and wherever he went, it could burn with vigour and vigour.

"I don't blame Master, it's An Sheng who has been hiding from you."

"But do you know? When Master thinks of the grievances that you have suffered in the past, his heart hurts unbearably. I have misunderstood you many times and made you sad many times. Master will never let you be wronged again in the future."

An Sheng suddenly burst into laughter, the clouds opened and the mist dispersed, and he smiled with red eyes. He smiled brightly in the spring, warm and fragrant, and the sun and the moon were dizzy.

"Master, you have to say what you say."

Leng Nanxian looked at her with a funny look: "When did the master say nothing?"

"Does what Master said the day before yesterday count?" An Sheng blurted out.

Leng Nanxian couldn't help but stunned: "What?"

An Sheng bit her lower lip, and the delicate lips moved from side to side between her teeth: "That's what Master said, if An Sheng doesn't marry, you are not allowed to marry a wife."

Leng Nanxian chuckled "Haha": "Are you thinking of dragging down Master for the rest of your life?"

An Sheng suddenly blushed: "It's not that I really can't marry."

Leng Nanxian slightly hooked his lips, and the hot breath from his nose lingered on An Sheng's face, like catkins under the warm spring sun, fluttering and warm, brushing lightly on his face, but it was like a hook. , It makes my heart a little itchy and a little messy.

He smiled lightly: "My family has grown up safely."

An Sheng likes Leng Nanxian to call her like this, "My An Sheng", how nice it sounds, as if he belongs to him, full of doting and domineering.

She hooked her head in embarrassment: "I have never been a child, my master is old-fashioned and always puts himself on the top."

The atmosphere was a bit too ambiguous, Leng Nanxian leaned back, letting An Sheng escape, letting her escape from his aura.

The good snow lotus scent on his body is also good after being roasted by charcoal fire, and An Sheng is a little reluctant to part.

"Yeah, An Sheng has never been a child, nor a fool. He is calm and not impatient, witty, calm, and a little cunning, just like a little fox."

Master is the fox.

An Sheng muttered in his heart.

"Since you have found out the cause of your mother's death, why didn't you tell your father? Are there any concerns?"

An Sheng nodded, suppressing the confusion in his heart: "Father would never believe what I said, there is no doubt about it. Once, I thought about finding a breakthrough from a woman in the house, but unfortunately, I just got a little eyebrows, The old woman fell into the well and drowned."