The autumn wind was like a knife, cutting off a few broken flowers and leaves. It blew across the corridor with the whimpering sound of a female ghost crying. Baochan turned around, and Guangyihou, dressed in plain clothes, was standing under the eaves, and there were some places beside him, standing Xie Xingyan, who could not cover his smile even if he was respectful.

Behind him, Zhou Yu, the butler with a reproachful look on his face, was full of people in the house, but he couldn't see clearly.

Guangyihou snorted coldly and turned into the house. In just a moment, the butler Zhou Yu walked out of the door and helped him up next to Baochan: "Mr. Marquis let you in."

Baochan nodded and responded, turned around and looked at Song Zhong, who was standing beside him with his hands down, signaling him not to go to find the old man quickly.

Zhou Yu frowned and patted Baochan on the back: "Don't make things difficult for him. This matter is big or small today. If the old man really comes, it will not end."

Baochan smiled and said, "Uncle Zhou, what's going on today? Why did I make my father angry like that?"

Zhou Yu sighed and waved his hand: "You, remember to listen more, watch more, speak less."

Baochan entered the house and knelt down to the head of the hall. When he raised his head and blinked his eyes a few times, he slightly adapted to the slightly dim light in the house.

Just look at the twelve chairs beside the six tables in the house, the Wang family, the Xie family, the Zhang family, the Hua family, the Xiao family, and the father sitting on the seat. This famous and surnamed family in Huaiyin City has been considered a big family.

Somehow, Baochan's heart suddenly broke out and instinctively felt that today's incident was definitely related to the death of someone on the street on a rainy night a few days ago.

Hua Zhong, who was sitting in the second place, was wearing a formal court uniform, staring at the half-memorial in his hand with a serious face. Everyone in the hall lowered their heads and kept silent. Even Xie Xingyan, who was smiling just now, restrained his expression on his face and bowed behind the head of the Xie family.

After a while, Lieutenant Hou Huai'an put half of the memorial in his hand aside, took a deep breath, and asked softly: "Jiang Baochan, do you remember that a father and daughter came to the mansion to sing a song half a month ago? That little girl looked about thirteen or fourteen years old."

Baochan nodded.

"Just remember." Hua Zhong stood up: "Have you ever insulted someone's innocence that day?"

"No, I invited their father and daughter into the mansion that day just to let them..."

Before Jiang Baochan could justify his explanation, Hua Zhong interrupted: "Then why did this little woman be thrown into the mass grave outside the city after she left your mansion with scars?"

"What does the marquis mean?"

"What do I mean, don't you know?"

Before the Guangyihou could stop, Baochan snorted coldly and stood up: "Horse Huai'an, although I, Jiang Baochan, have never done anything wrong, but I can't do such a bullying of a weak woman. If you don't believe me, please provide real evidence!"

"Really based on facts? Is this memorial considered true?! Is the old man killed in front of the government office considered true? If these are not counted, then look outside the hall, is this true?!"

At some point, a thin wooden coffin was placed outside the hall. The white coffin was stained with black soil, which looked particularly dazzling.

Hou Huazhong of Huai'an pointed at Jiang Baochan and said, "There is the little woman insulted by you that day. Do you want to open the coffin and check it out?"

Baochan glanced at the people in the hall and saw that everyone was looking at their noses and their hearts, obviously they had already checked it.

"Hao Huai'an, although there are memorials and corpses, how do you determine that I did it?"

The Marquis of Huai'an sneered: "Who doesn't know about this Huaiyin City? You, Jiang Baochan, are the most reckless in your eyes."

"I will do whatever I want, and I killed it? Then if the water is coming from your Huaian Marquis' Mansion, do you also have to decide that I released the fire?" As soon as he finished speaking, a servant stumbled outside the door and rushed to the side of the Huaian Marquis' Marquis' Mansion: "Mr. Marquis, the water is coming from your mansion!"

Everyone was stunned, and the Huai'an Hou was even more angry and trembled with his fingertips. He said three good words in a row, and he swung his sleeves and hurried away with his servant.

Everyone waited until the Huai'an Hou left the courtyard, and then they stood up to sue the crime, but they dispersed in a short while.

Only the three men of Guangyi Hou, Zhou Shang and Jiang Baochan were left in the hall. The half-memorial on the ground and the thin wooden coffin outside the hall seemed to be forgotten.

Guangyihou sighed and sat on the head seat: "If you did it, please give me a good burial. If you didn't do it, you can go down."

Baochan nodded and turned around and went out.

"Mr. Marquis, although the little Marquis is a little naughty, he can't do anything so randomly."

"If I don't believe him, I won't let him come and confront him." Guangyihou took a deep breath: "Send someone to inform the Prime Minister Zhang to take away the clerk and coffin, don't touch it."

"That's the matter with the little marquis?"
Chapter completed!