Hua Jingyao's heart moved and asked, "Can the Fourth Master Chen remove the poison of ghosts?"

"This poison has no solution." Chen Xiao said coldly, and the little man in his heart was spinning around in circles. She wouldn't have suspected that he was the murderer behind the case.

Thinking of the faint fragrance of gardenia in the plum garden not long ago, Chen Xiao wanted to let spinach apply to his head again.

To Chen Xiao's surprise, Miss Hua did not continue to ask questions. She just glanced at Chen Xiao meaningfully, then pursed her lips tightly, and stopped talking.

Worried about being shocked by the enemy, Captain Yin told Xiang Zhuniang: "Nonsense, your son was beaten to death. Although he had bruises on his body, it was not fatal. Your son died of illness because he was so sick. Please carry it away and bury it."

Xiang Zhuniang was stunned, sat on the ground with a thud, and burst into tears: "My miserable son, you are leaving like this, how can you live with your sister and I?"

"Get up, this is the yamen. If you want to cry, go to the female prison to cry!" Captain Yin scolded.

The woman stopped crying, stood up quickly, and said to Captain Yin, "You have brought the person, and you have to carry it back for me."

Captain Yin said, "You said your son was beaten to death, and the yamen brought the person here, but your son clearly died of sudden illness. The yamen has not yet pursued you and confused the public. Do you still want to rely on him? Come on, take the woman to the women's prison for a few days."

As soon as he finished speaking, two stout female prison guards came over, carrying a little chicken, picking up the Xiangzhu Niang and leaving.

Xiang Zhuniang struggled a few times, and the two female prisoners' hands were like iron pliers, making her flesh hurt.

"Officials, officials, civilians don't need to carry people anymore, no more!"

"It's really not necessary?" Captain Yin asked with a gloomy face.

As soon as the two female prisoners let go of their hands, Xiang Zhuniang shook her head desperately: "No, really no, but the civilian woman can't carry her back alone. Can the official be lenient? When the civilian woman finds help, she will carry the person?"

Captain Yin thought about it and seemed a little embarrassed: "There has never been such a rule in the yamen."

At this moment, a surveillance looked out and said, "Catcher, the people from the Yizhuang Village are here."

"What are the people from the Yizhuang Village doing? There are no unclaimed bodies today." Captain Yin said angrily.

"No, no, a few days ago, Shan Changren's mansion donated silver. The head of the government asked someone to send a letter to the charity village to come and get the donation." The arrester said.

Captain Yin nodded: "I remember it, it's because of this. You should take them to go through the procedures. It's about the silver lining. Everyone who comes here must sign and seal it."

"Everyone has to sign and seal it? Four of them came. The old ghost brought all his nephew and disciples. Those boys are afraid they can't even write their names." The arrester said.

"Forget it, let them do it themselves." Captain Yin said impatiently.

Xiang Zhu Niang, who was beside her, suddenly felt energetic, blinked her eyes and cried red and swollen, and asked, "Official, since the people from the charity village are here, let them send my miserable son to the charity village first."

Captain Yin frowned and asked, "Send to the charity village? Then is your family going to be funeral from the charity village?"

The corpses stored in the charity village were either unknown corpses sent from the yamen, or were foreigners who died in a foreign land. There were almost no cases like Huang Xiaoan.

Xiang Zhuniang wiped her tears with her sleeves and said, "Official, the house of the civilian woman lives in the master's house. The house is close to the master's house. My son has left again at a young age, which is not auspicious. If the civilian woman doesn't know how to have funerals at home, the master's house will be angry. It would be better to let my son leave in the charity house."

Captain Yin thought about it, so he called the arrester and asked him to take Xiang Zhuniang to find the people in the charity village.

Soon after, the people from the Yizhuang Village carried Huang Xiaoan's body into the mule cart he brought and walked out of the city.

Xiang Zhuniang howled twice again. Seeing the arrestee beside her glaring at her, she was so scared that she hurriedly covered her mouth and hurriedly left the yamen.

There was an old locust tree outside the yamen of Shuntian Mansion. When Xiang Zhuniang passed under the old locust tree, a sound suddenly came from her.

"This female donor is so lucky!"

Xiang Zhuniang was startled and looked closely. She saw a bald monk standing in front of her. Her face was flushed, but the monk's robe was very worn, and she was holding a bowl in her hand. At first glance, she saw that the poor monk who came from begging for alms was unknown.

"What a blessing? My man and son are all dead. You have the blessing of your mother." Xiang Zhuniang cursed.

"The female donor's blessing lies in the female but not in the male," the monk said seriously, "The female donor should have a daughter."

Xiang Zhuniang was surprised and looked at the monk carefully. She didn't know him at all. Besides, she didn't know him at all.

"Can you really see?" Xiang Zhuniang widened her eyes and pointed to her nose and asked, "Then tell me carefully, but let me know first, I won't give you money."

The monk smiled slightly, unfathomable: "I just want to make a relationship and rejoice in everything. The female donor should have a life of both children, but the female donor lost her husband and son."

As soon as the monk finished speaking, Xiang Zhuniang wiped her tears again: "You are right, I'm just a miserable person."

"No, I haven't finished speaking yet. Although the female donor is destined to lose his husband and son, this is not a bad thing." said the monk.

"It's not a bad thing? Losing your husband and son is not a bad thing?" Xiang Zhuniang forgot to cry again, looking surprised.

"Yes, losing a husband and son is a bad thing for others, but for the female donor, it is the beginning of blessing. The female donor's blessing lies with her daughter. If I don't read it wrong, the female donor's daughter is the reincarnation of the lotus fairy." When the monk said this, his tone also respected, holding the bowl in one hand and holding the other hand, and bowing respectfully.

Xiang Zhuniang was startled, looked around, and pulled the monk to hide behind the big locust tree.

"Master, tell me carefully. My daughter is really the reincarnation of the lotus fairy?" Xiang Zhuniang asked anxiously.

The monk's expression became more and more serious: "Menagers do not lie, can the daughter of the female donor be born with a bad life?"

"Yes, yes, oh, my devil man and I both signed a death contract. Isn't my daughter a bad life?" said Xiang Zhuniang.

Although their family often showed themselves to others that they came from the Marquis of Ping'an, they were still slaves after all, and they still sold their contracts in Nie's family.

The monk nodded and said, "Although the daughter of the female donor was born with a bad life, she gave birth to the body of a deputy lady and met a noble man, just like the lotus, born in the mud, but has a high temperament, raised in a wealthy family, and is favored by literati and scholars."

Xiang Zhuniang opened her mouth wide and didn't close for a long time.
Chapter completed!