Shen Yanqing hurriedly went out, and Jiang Miao also sat up from the bed. Mrs. Wang was dead, and the clues to the murderer behind the scenes were broken. This also showed that someone really wanted her life. Jiang Miao's heart sank. She asked herself that she had never offended anyone. Human, so who wants to harm her?
"Princess Wang committed suicide, and Xiaoliu tortured her. Granny Wang kept insisting and refused to say anything. She couldn't bear to bite her tongue at night."
As soon as Mrs. Wang died, Li Biao's head got bigger. Lu Guogong's men hadn't come yet, and they didn't even look at the witnesses.
"Is there anything unusual about Mrs. Wang today?"
If she couldn't stand the torture, she should have spit out the murderer's name long ago instead of committing suicide after the torture. Shen Yanqing felt that the cause of her death was strange, and there was always a suspicion of murder.
"Her son Wu Liang came during the day. Xiao Liu saw that he was pitiful and let him in. He only stayed in there for a quarter of an hour, feeding Mrs. Wang. After he left, Mrs. Wang was very calm and there was nothing unusual. Do you suspect it was Wu Liang?"
Li Biao asked. He felt that Mrs. Wang committed suicide because she could not bear the suffering. She could not have been forced by her son. After all, Wu Liang was usually very filial and had a good reputation among his neighbors. How could he let his mother die?
"Go and find out who he has been in contact with recently, and keep an eye on him and don't let people run away again!"
Several of his men were from rural backgrounds and had no experience. Although they looked fierce, they were actually quite soft-hearted. Otherwise, how could they let people in to visit the prison out of sympathy?
Li Biao nodded in agreement, his face full of determination, "I know that I will not make any mistakes again this time!"
This was related to the safety of his wife, and he would risk his own life to catch the murderer.
"Mother-in-law Wang is dead?"
Jiang Miao was sitting on the bedside, with her black hair disheveled and her face a little pale. After all, she was just a little girl and had grown up in modern life. Although she had heard of prisoners committing suicide out of fear of crime, this was the first time she had experienced it. Don't tell me that this prisoner still wants her life.
Jiang Miao felt a little panicked. Who wanted to kill her? The only clue was now broken.
"Don't be afraid, I have asked Li Biao to keep an eye on Wu Liang. Mrs. Wang committed suicide after seeing him. Her death is closely related to Wu Liang. It will be clear when he is called in for interrogation tomorrow."
Shen Yanqing held her in his arms and gently stroked her back with his hands, which calmed Jiang Miao's panic.
"Well, I just don't know who wants to harm me. Obviously I haven't offended anyone..."
The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became, and her chest felt uncomfortable.
After hearing her words, Shen Yanqing's movements froze and his eyes became unclear.
"Maybe it's for me."
He became the county magistrate of Zhenjiang Prefecture and provoked a lot of people, especially Prime Minister Liu's group. This time the ministers sent people to congratulate him as a test.
Shen Yanqing is not a stupid young man who doesn't understand the rules, but this position was given to him by the emperor himself. He has been marked by the emperor, and he is naturally opposed to some people, not to mention that Zhenjiang Prefecture is becoming more and more popular. Well, there are many people who want to make things difficult for him.
"No matter what, the less those people see how good we are, the better we will show them. When I am good, we will open a hot pot restaurant. Autumn is coming soon, and when the weather gets cold, it is time to eat hot pot. , when the time comes, I will not only open it in Zhenjiang Prefecture, but also drive it to the capital to earn their money and improve our lives!"
Jiang Miao cheered up after being sad for a while. It would be mediocre not to be envied by others.
The male protagonist in the original book has been suppressed and suffered by many people along the way. In this life, Shen Yanqing does not have the help of Prime Minister Liu, and it will be even harder to support the new emperor. Fortunately, she only has a little skin injury this time. She must be more careful in the future. , there are too many people who want their lives.
"Okay, I haven't applied the medicine yet today. Can you wait until I give you the medicine before you go to bed?"
Shen Yanqing coaxed her, and Jiang Miao nodded. In fact, she could just apply the medicine herself, but she also enjoyed being taken care of by Shen Yanqing, as if all the tenderness was given to her alone. This feeling made her addicted.
Shen Yanqing stood up and brought over a white jade porcelain bottle. The scar removal cream is a milky white paste. It is slightly bitter but not unpleasant. It is slightly cool when applied to the hands. It can not only heal burns but also remove scars. A small bottle is enough. One hundred taels of silver.
Jiang Miao stretched out her hand. Her forearm was wrapped with white gauze. Fortunately, the weather was not so hot now, otherwise the wound might have become inflamed and pus-filled, and the person would suffer accordingly.
Shen Yanqing carefully unwrapped the gauze, revealing the red and swollen skin. There were a few yellow-brown wounds on his fair arms. The skin folds splashed by hot oil were red and swollen. They looked oozing and disgusting. Jiang Miao was deflated. I feel like crying again.
"So ugly."
"It's not ugly. Just apply the medicine and it will be fine soon."
Shen Yanqing dug out a piece of ointment with her fingers and gently applied it on her arm with her fingertips. The contrast between his jade-like knuckles and the ugly wounds was particularly obvious. Jiang Miao shrank back, suddenly not wanting to let go. He applied medicine.
"I'll do it myself, I only injured one arm anyway..."
"Miaoya?"
Shen Yanqing raised his head in confusion. There was still ointment on his fingertips. The way Jiang Miao looked at him made her feel more and more like she was being unreasonable.
"I don't want you to see such an ugly scar. If it doesn't heal and the scar remains, will you dislike me?"
She lowered her eyes, her thickly curled eyelashes quivering slightly. Under the dim light, her delicate face showed vulnerability, and Shen Yanqing's heart suddenly softened.
"I won't dislike it. Miaoya is the prettiest, even with scars."
He held Jiang Miao's hand, leaned over and kissed her scar gently. The man's thin and cool lips fell on the stinging wound, gently scratching the tip of her heart like a feather, soothing the pain of the wound. .
The tips of Jiang Miao's ears were red, shyness flashed across her eyes, and the hand he held trembled slightly.
"What are you doing? I just applied medicine. Isn't it dirty?"
"It's not dirty...Miaoya, take good care of your injuries. Didn't the doctor say that you will be fine in a month, and your skin will become fair and flawless again?"
"Well, I know, just keep applying medicine to me."
His eyes were burning, and Jiang Miao couldn't bear it, so she could only change the subject and let him continue applying the medicine. Shen Yanqing was right, the scar would heal soon, and maybe the murderer would be caught in a month.
Jiang Miao had good thoughts, but the next day Li Biao brought them bad news.
