Chapter 167: Xiao Yi is always Nan Jiaojiao's last escape

"Slave..." Nan Baoyi touched his stomach awkwardly, "Is it finished?"
The atmosphere in the lobby is strange.
"Mrs. Young! Wife is here too!"
The crisp sound suddenly sounded.
Nan Baoyi looked over.
Zhuzhu was wearing Wen Po's costume, and his face was full of comforting expressions of "I'm here to help."
She rushed onto the stage and covered her cheeks in horror, "Ah, madam, your umbilical cord and placenta have fallen to the ground! Go and lie down on the couch, or your intestines will fall out!"
Nan Baoyi: "..."
It seems that there is no such line in her play?
However, Nan Baozhu can play very vigorously.
Not only did she help her to lie down on the couch, she also pretended to pick up three pillows and hugged them in her arms to tease: "Madam, this child has such handsome eyebrows, like a master of Emperor Shi! Look, they are still treating me Laugh!"
The theater was silent.
The group of depressed guards were forced to watch the performance of the mentally retarded. They wanted to laugh but didn't dare to hold them back very hard.
But undoubtedly, this scene is much more interesting than the fight between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
Elegant seat.
The old lady rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
However, looking up and down, the two live treasures on the stage are both her grandchildren.
They are all their own flesh and blood, even if their little faces are painted with thick ink, she can recognize them as a grandmother at a glance.
She took Jiang's hand and whispered: "The second daughter-in-law, how did Jiaojiao and Zhumai get to the stage? Good ladies, what is it like to show up in the theater? What a mess!"
Jiang cried.
It's all about showing up, the key is that her daughter, acting like a mentally retarded.
I saw Nan Baozhu put the three pillows in the cradle, ran to the couch, and said loudly: "Don’t be afraid, Madam Young, I will help you stuff your intestines back, and you will surely keep your mother and child safe! Do not hide Madam Young, I I studied under the genius doctor of Shu County and came to the Imperial Master's Mansion incognito as a stable woman. It was just my interest. My medical skills are actually very good!"
Nan Baoyi wanted to cry without tears.
In order to cooperate with the little cousin, she had to act the weird scene of stuffing her intestines back.
I don't know if this scene can get back on track!
On the second floor, Xiao Yi wandered freely to the theater.
He felt that watching Nan Jiaojiao give birth to nine children in a row is more energetic than watching the old lady scold Huang.
Just ten words came back, whispering in his ear.
He ate a piece of orange slowly.
"Farewell My Concubine", Yu Ji cried herself...
The little girl is smart and knows how to protect herself without self-harm.
Now she is on the stage again, obviously to prepare her alibi.
Shi Yan looked at the Liu family who was waiting anxiously, and asked in a low voice: "Liu Duanfang's body is still in the background, can it be completely cleaned up?"
"She did a good job, don't have to intervene."
"Yes!"
On the stage, Nan Jiaojiao was giving birth to her sixth son.
Nan Baozhu was holding a big scissors in one hand and a long saw in the other, yelling hard, not like delivering a baby, but like a reminder.
Xiao Yi ate the orange petals with tender eyes.
If the little girl doesn't want to work hard, then he is willing to hide her under his own wings and pamper her with great care.
If she wants to use her own power to strike the sky and the clouds straight up, then he is also willing to let go and let her soar.
Xiao Yi is always Nan Jiaojiao's last escape.
The seventh scene is about to end.
Nan Yan's complexion was chilly, and she couldn't help but look towards the backstage.
It's been half an hour, why didn't Liu Duanfang come back?
The maid did not gossip about Nan Baoyi and the man.
The whole theater building is exceptionally calm, as if infected by the two mentally retarded actors on the stage, and full of silliness.
When Nan Yan was about to sit still, a maid finally came over with a pale face.
She bowed to the blessings of everyone in the Nan family, and said anxiously: "Backstage, something happened backstage..."
Nan Yan's eyes lit up.
The Liu family brothers and sisters were equally excited.
Sister Liu stood up and held the hand of the maid excitedly, "Is it related to my son?!"
She seemed to see Nan's Wanguan family wealth, all of which fell into their Liu family's pockets!
She seemed to see Nan Baoyi, serving their whole family diligently!
The maid withdrew her hand, her expression nervous: "The young man from the Liu family who was watching the show with you, in the background, suffocated himself... the blood was bleeding all over the floor, and he was out of breath..."
Everyone was silent.
After digesting the news, Sister Liu's face was pale and she staggered towards the backstage.
Nan Yan lowered her head, covering her face in disbelief.
Liu Duanfang was selfish and greedy by nature, and everyone in the world was dead, and he was reluctant to make jokes about his life.
He will never commit suicide...
In the middle, there must be some misunderstanding!
The faces of the Nan family are not very pretty.
Nan Mu lifted up the old lady and whispered: "Mother, you are too old to see the blood. Your family members will go back to the house first, and hand it to the child here. If you want to come to the Yamen, people will come soon, and the child will take care of it."
The old lady nodded.
Jiang supported the old lady, and a group of female relatives went downstairs mightily.
They boarded the carriage outside the theater, and the old lady instructed Xiao Yi to take her two younger sisters back to the house as soon as possible, so that the carriage set off.
Not long after they left, Cheng Deli came with the Ya Ya.
The backstage has already been vacated.
Cheng Deji covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief and examined the corpse himself. He said lightly: "Looking like suicide, what did you say?"
The old man's work was carefully inspected, and he said, "Go to Master Cheng, and it was verified by a humble position that this man really killed himself. The wound on his neck was caused by his own right hand with a sword. "
Nan Yan pushed aside the crowd and stood up with teary eyes.
She cried: "Brother Cheng, the man who died is my cousin Liu Duanfang! He said a few days ago that he had a sweetheart, so he is absolutely impossible to commit suicide! There must be some misunderstanding, Brother Cheng, You want to find the murderer who killed my cousin!"
She threw herself in her German arms, and she cried with rain.
Cheng German frowned.
With so many yamen watching, what is it like that Nan Yan is throwing in her arms so much?
He pushed away Nan Yan, "The only doubt is why Liu Duanfang wore women's costumes when he died. Nan Yan, did Liu Duanfang like to wear women's clothes on weekdays?"
Nan Yan was very uncomfortable with his attitude of business affairs.
She wiped her tears, and whispered: "There is no such habit, presumably, the one who put on him in a costume was the murderer who harmed him... Besides, Brother Cheng, there is one more thing, Yan'er knows that it is inappropriate. speak."
"Life is a matter of life, but you say it's okay."
"My cousin's sweetheart is Nan Baoyi, and..." Nan Yan hesitated to say, "When my cousin left the lounge, it was also because he was going to find her. I don't know his death and Nan Baoyi. Whether there is any connection, it is better to ask Brother Cheng to summon her, or confront her."