Chapter 172: By mistake

Damselfly's cold gaze slowly swept across the crowd, and hissed, "You said, is this fair? Is it because I am a humble maid, I deserve to be in such a fate, and the one who has ruined me is not the least bit of it? Punishment?"
Everyone was silent.
The damselfly is so stupid, the life of the servant is cheap, how can he compare with the master?
But what happened to the damselfly was really pitiful.
Many people sighed secretly thinking of the injustices and grievances they had encountered.
"One night, my man beat me severely. I woke up in a coma for a long time. He put his arms around me and cried, saying that he actually didn't want to beat me, but he couldn't help it. He just thought of raising his son for so many years. It turned out to be someone else’s, so I can’t wait to die right away.
The damselfest’s eyes deeply recalled the past,
He reminded me when he talked about death. Since he doesn’t want to live anymore, and I’m not reconciled to die without revenge for the person who harmed me. Then I will complete him and let him go one step ahead. When I get my revenge, I will go down and look for him. When that happens, our family of three will be reunited."
The damselfly wiped the corners of her eyes and her expression became sharp: "So when he fell asleep, I strangled him with a twine. People in the town know that we are heartbroken without our son these days, and I am a man. My parents are long gone, and they don’t have any close relatives. I just made up an excuse to say that he missed his son and died of illness and no one doubted it. In this way, after taking care of my man’s funeral, I kept him for three months. My filial piety, I sold my belongings and came to the capital. The next thing, the adults already know."
"Although I already know how you entered the mansion, I really want to know why you can enter the mansion with confidence?"
The damselfly smiled: "I set up a stall on the only way to Jumbo Pavilion from the Bofu. When I was a maid at the Bofu, I knew that Mrs. Bo would go to the Jumbo Pavilion after a while. I’m still a dessert lover, and I don’t want to change my taste easily. I live on unparalleled desserts in Nanhe, so why don’t you worry about the other person not getting the bait!"
"So, Mrs. Uncle took the eldest girl to buy desserts. Isn't it a coincidence that a bully overturns your stall?"
"Yes, it's true that the bully bullied me, a helpless woman, but I always paid enough money. Knowing the time had come that day, I deliberately angered the bully. Sure enough, Mrs. Uncle saw me. When the stall was smashed, the maid brought me to talk and asked me if I would like to be a chef at the Bofu." Damselfie smiled at this point, her eyes brightened surprisingly, "Of course I am happy."
Zhen Shicheng sighed in his heart and touched his beard: "The story of the plot to kill Mrs. Uncle, please tell me."
In order to take revenge, she came to the capital to sell desserts alone, and waited until Mrs. Uncle voluntarily took the bait. This patience was amazing. Men in the world looked down on women.
"After I entered the outer kitchen, I became a chef who specializes in desserts. It is not easy to get into the inner house when doing things in the outer kitchen, and it is even more difficult to kill Mrs. Bo, so I can only wait patiently. Even God helped me. It didn't take long for Mrs. Uncle to order me to transfer me to the small kitchen in the main courtyard. With my heart, I quickly figured out the terrain and the rules of shifting of the maids."
"So you did it?"
The damselfly smiled and glanced at Uncle Yong Chang: "No, I didn't intend to do it so quickly. Although the idea of ​​killing has been in my heart for a long time, the more I worry about losing it as I get closer. The reason that prompted me to make up my mind is because I accidentally learned that Uncle Yongchang was suffering from dream behavior. A person suffering from dream behavior, woke up and found that the person next to his pillow was dead, and he couldn’t tell who killed it. This is a chance God gave me. How can I Can you not catch it!"
Jiang Si has been listening carefully to the words of the damselfly. Hearing a buzzing in his head, he couldn't help taking a step back. The clothes were soaked with cold sweat in an instant.
A hand behind her firmly supported her.
Jiang Si looked back, catching a pair of cold eyes unexpectedly.
Xie Yinlou held her back.
At this moment, Jiang Si forgot to pull the distance, and forgot to thank him, her pretty face was completely bloodless, her eyelashes trembled violently.
Xie Yinlou thought he was wrong.
He was a little vague about what Jiang Si was like in the past. Today Jiang Si has been so brilliant from the beginning. Facing the Shuntian Mansion Yin and talking, it seems that nothing can make her feel timid, but why does she look so vulnerable now?
Xie Yinlou was puzzled, with a hint of concern in his tone.
Only then did Jiang Si come back to her senses, stepped back and distanced herself, reluctantly smiled, "I'm fine."
Of course she has something!
After hearing the reason why the damselfly decided to do it, she finally wanted to understand why the previous life, Mrs. Yongchang Bo was still alive before her death, but she was suddenly killed in this life.
Uncle Yongchang’s dream behavior in the previous life was not diagnosed now, but only after he called a famous doctor to make a joke about sleeping pigs. In other words, the damselfly had not made up his mind to take it at this time in the previous life.
Sometimes this is the case, a change of thought makes life different afterwards.
She didn't know if the damselfly in the previous life did it, or was discovered before she did it. In short, for some reasons she didn't know, Mrs. Yong Changbo escaped.
But in this life, she kindly reminded Xie Qingyao that she wanted her friend's father to avoid the sleeping pig jokes, so that Xie Yinlou would not lose the marriage she was discussing. dead.
Jiang Si could hardly stand up thinking of this.
In this way, didn't Mrs. Yongchang die because of her few words?
Large drops of sweat rolled down the girl's smooth forehead, passing across her pale cheeks and disappearing beside her bloodless lips.
"Did you have heat stroke?" Xie Yinlou asked in a low voice.
Jiang Si didn't dare to look at Xie Yinlou's eyes, and started embarrassingly: "It's okay."
Xie Yinlou's eyes dimmed, and said lightly: "If you feel uncomfortable, go and rest."
He said this, but took the initiative to open the distance between the two.
The damselfly has already talked about the murder: "I saw Chunfang put her clothes in and went out, and Mrs. Uncle went to the flower hall to eat, so she sneaked into the closet of Mrs. Uncle's bedroom and hid, and lit the fragrance. This way, I waited till the sky It was almost light, I walked out of the closet and stabbed Madam Bo to death with a candlestick. Ha ha ha, Madam Bo had a lot of blood at the time, but Uncle Yong Chang slept like a dead pig and didn’t know anything. The candlestick was inserted into his hand, took off the outermost clothes and wrapped it up and left quietly."
The damselfly looked at Chaoyun with a stupid expression: "My original plan was to blame Yong Chang and let him taste the pain of killing his wife with his own hands, but when I walked into the yard, I suddenly heard Ruoyouruowu's cry. After crying and looking for it, I saw Chaoyun burning paper. At that time, I had an idea, and I just bury the blood jacket there. It would be better if Yongchang admitted the crime of killing his wife. If I noticed it was wrong, there would be at least one scapegoat. ..."
Everyone gasped.
This woman is terrible.
"Anyway, I am satisfied to expose the scandals of your many years ago in front of your children and so many people.
Uncle Yong Chang with his ugly expression finally said, "Could you please tell me, how did I deceive you?"