If asked which master of the Ming family was most likely to be related to Gengsan's death, they would choose Mr. Mingsan without hesitation.
The three gentlemen who stayed in Dongning have not set foot in the capital for many years. What connection do they have with Geng Sanneng?
Only Mr. Ming San, who died ten years ago, is the most likely to be connected with Geng San.
The tragedy of Mrs. Mingsan's life began with the death of Master Mingsan.
See, these two things all come back to the same starting point.
The death of Mr. Ming San.
"But all of this is just speculation." Yang Shu said, "We can't draw a conclusion as to why Geng San came to Dongning."
Jiang Wenfeng nodded.
"Also, the master who killed Geng San is also very suspicious. Not to mention the explanation, even Prince Qidong probably won't be able to produce such a master."
Jiang Wenfeng heard what he meant: "Are you worried that other forces will intervene?"
"Um."
"There's no rush for this right now," Jiang Wenfeng said, "The most important thing is to find the murderer."
Yang Shu sighed and nodded.
He naturally knew that finding the murderer was not easy.
Turning around, he saw Mingwei lowering his head and silently looking at the records made by Jiang Wenfeng.
"What, is there a problem?"
"I remembered something." She slid her fingers between the clear records. "After the ghost incident happened, my mother invited a goddess to come to our home to perform rituals. The goddess discovered the existence of the evil spirit of Geng San.
Take action to suppress it. At this time, Mr. Mingsi appeared."
Mingwei raised his head: "He kicked over the altar and said that the Ming family forbids talking about Xuan Dao witchcraft."
Yang Shu was not surprised: "The Ming family has this family rule. Why, is there a problem?"
"I didn't think there was anything wrong with it at the time," she said softly, "but now that I think about it, it's a bit weird."
"how?"
"My fourth uncle believes in ghosts and gods."
"Huh?" Yang Shu tapped the palm of his hand with the fan bone, "Then why did he come to kick the altar?"
"I have a hypothesis," she said. "Could it be that he knew there was a dead man there?"
Yang Shu and Jiang Wenfeng were startled at the same time.
"He kicked the altar over, if not because of ignorance, then because of knowledge." Mingwei recalled the fourth master's behavior, "Also, I have always suspected that there is someone behind him who understands mysticism. This person is obviously not
Ming Er will definitely not be Ming Liu."
Hearing this, Jiang Wenfeng quickly took back the two pieces of paper and scanned them down at a glance.
Geng San was killed by an unknown master.
Mrs. Ming San was strangled to death by a mysterious man.
Several gentlemen of the Ming family seemed to know about it, but they did not seem to be the murderers.
"There's someone," he said. "There's someone we don't know, hiding behind the scenes."
Mingwei then remembered the fourth Master Ming that she met for the second time.
The man who looks exactly like Mr. Mingsi, but has a completely different temperament.
Suddenly something flashed past.
"Ming San."
"What?"
Mingwei raised his head, his originally fair face looked pale.
She looked at the two people and asked word by word: "What if, I mean what if, Master Mingsan is still alive..."
The room was quiet.
This guess is too scary.
But, it seems like...
After a while, Jiang Wenfeng whispered: "If this is the case, there is a reasonable explanation for why Geng San came to Dongning."
Yang Shu also murmured: "There is a reason why Mrs. Mingsan died."
Even so, they still don't want to believe it.
Because, this is too terrible.
…
Ming Sheng felt depressed and walked slowly to the main courtyard.
He came back at the end of last year, and he was supposed to go back to the capital after the New Year. Who knew that he would stay again and again, and now he would be here.
Now, it's even harder for him to leave.
Because my mother is sick.
It was lunch break time, and the main courtyard was quiet.
The maids were all gone, probably going to rest.
Mingsheng stood on the porch, rubbing his forehead, thinking about what to say to his mother later.
Suddenly I heard movement in the room, and then the fourth lady's voice sounded: "Where are you going?"
Huh? Who's in there?
Soon, he heard the fourth master's voice: "Study."
Before Mingsheng had time to think, he heard the fourth lady sneer: "Why am I not allowed to sleep in this room? I go to the study every day and I don't see you doing anything serious!"
It was really embarrassing to hear his parents arguing, so Mingsheng hesitated whether to leave first.
But he quickly gave up the idea.
Because the fourth lady said again: "Why, looking at me makes you so uncomfortable? Why did you marry me in the first place if you were so reluctant?"
The fourth master said nothing.
But the more he said nothing, the angrier the fourth lady became. She shouted: "You hate me so much? You don't even want to say a word?"
The fourth master raised his feet to leave.
"Stop!" The fourth lady was so angry that she said something, "Your third sister-in-law is dead, are you devastated? Look at you like this, people who don't know think it's your wife who died! Every day
She is locked up in the study and doesn’t even see anyone, why don’t you go with her!”
After a while, the fourth master's voice was full of boredom: "Don't make trouble unreasonably, I haven't sorry for you all these years."
But his behavior made the fourth lady even more angry. She sneered and said, "Yes! How envious others are when they talk about me! We have been married for eighteen years, and there is nothing bad in the family. Everyone says that although Mr. Ming has a bad temper,
It’s not good, but it’s very dedicated. Haha, you are dedicated, but they don’t know that the person you are dedicated to is not me!”
Once I say something, I can't bear it anymore.
"Everyone envies me, but who knows what kind of life I live?" The fourth lady's voice was hoarse, "Since we got married, your heart has never been full of me! The person you have been thinking about for eighteen years is Yu Fangyuanli
that!"
Mingsheng stared at the blood-red azalea that had just bloomed under the eaves, and listened to his mother's painful voice: "Eighteen years, eighteen years! I thought I could wait for you to change your mind, but I didn't know until today that
I can't wait any longer in this life. If she dies, you will only miss her even more, think of her forever, and wish you could go with her. In this case, why didn't you tell her in the first place? You said it was you who saved her! Tell her
It’s you who I fell in love with at first sight!”
Ming Sheng was startled, turned his head blankly, and stared at the window.
Across the window, the fourth master's voice came out: "How do you know?"
"How do I know?" The fourth lady continued to sneer, "You miss her so much that you talk in your sleep, don't you know it?"
"..."
"To this day, who do you blame? You had to be brave enough to fight, and today she is your wife. With your dedication, you will hold her in your hands and love her for the rest of your life. But you have no courage, so you just watch.
You watched her become your sister-in-law, you watched her become a widow, and you watched her being bullied. Then, when she dies, you miss her again. Hahaha, Ming Chang, you are so ridiculous and pathetic!"