Shui Wanqi said in a daze: "But he got me an inkstone the night before! I was worried that maybe it was my inkstone..."

"No, no, no." The maid comforted, "That was all the night before yesterday, and that was also Peng Si deserved it. Who told him to pull his wife to touch her? She really got the courage of Xiong Xin. Madam, don't worry, even if that's it, who can be sure that Peng Si was killed by the wife's inkstone? Two days have passed."

"Oh! Shui Wanqi sighed again, "I hope so, but I think this is true. I don't think this is the case with Mr. Yang, who is not as powerful as an ordinary person, is very powerful. I've been busy searching everywhere this day, and I may be sure he can find it out."

"Yes, my sir's sister is also very good. In the afternoon and evening, she always uses words to mess with her wife."

Speaking of Song Yuner, Shui Wanqi was even more worried: "Yes, I can see it too. Maybe they really know something."

"Don't worry, ma'am, then Peng Si was not dead in our room. When you hit his head with an inkstone, only the lady and I were present. If we don't say anything, who can prove that the lady used an inkstone to hit his head with an inkstone!"

"Really?" Shui Wanqi slowly turned her head and looked at the little maid, sneering: "Donghuan, you really didn't say it? How did the people outside know that you didn't say it? How did the coolies in the dock know?"

The girl named Xiaohuan was so scared that she trembled all over. She knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing: "Madam, I am wrong. I just talked to several maids and servants in the village yesterday morning. I didn't expect that Peng Si would die in the evening. They were all those maids and servants who spoke quickly and passed this matter outside."

"Oh? So, this is not your head?" Shui Wanqi looked at her palms. Her knuckles were slender and white, like green onion. Suddenly, her hand raised and grabbed Cui Huan's face kneeling on the ground. Several blood grooves suddenly opened on her snow-white face.

The maid Cuihuan screamed in pain, holding her face, not daring to let go or hide, and kneeling there and crying.

But like a ok, Shui Wanqi slowly removed the blood-adhesive minced meat dug from the cracks of her pointed fingernails, and said coldly: "Tell me. How should I punish you?"

With a crisp sound of "Bang!", the maid slapped himself heavily and whispered: "I deserve to die! I will never dare to do it again!" Then, she slapped himself one after another.

In a moment, the maid's cheeks were swollen and she didn't dare to stop.

Song Yun'er was on the roof. At first, she saw the maid echoing and her words were vulgar. She was very disgusted. Now, seeing her in this situation, she couldn't help but feel a little sympathetic.

It was not until the maid's nose and corners of her mouth that blood came out. Shui Wanqi waved her hand: "Okay, when I hear you can't control your mouth again, I will tear your mouth apart! Did you hear it?"

The maid cried and agreed repeatedly.

"Okay, go and prepare hot water, I want to take a shower."

"Yes! Madam." The maid quickly got up, ran to the outside room and hurriedly washed up, poured hot water into the wooden barrel beside the screen. She served Shui Wanqi's clothes and untied her belt to take a shower.

Seeing this, Song Yuner had achieved her goal of finding out the news and was about to put the tiles back. Suddenly, she heard Shui Wanqi say, "Although Mr. Yang is like a god to solve the case, he is also a man after all. Do you think he is interested in me?"

The maid next to her, who was beaten like a pig's head, must have received such treatment too much, and she could still laugh: "It's definitely true. Which cat doesn't eat fishy food? Men are all this kind of virtue. Even if they have many wives and concubines at home, they will see a beautiful woman, but they still have their eyes shining, hehe."

Her cheeks and lips were swollen, and she felt very painful when she smiled, and she quickly took a few more breaths of cold air.

Shui Wanqi turned around in the same circle, with a delicate body without any fat, high and low, white jade flawless, and said with a smug smile: "You said, if the master wants to please this Mr. Yang and ask me to seduce him, will he take the bait?"

"That's certainly. Madam just needs a charming look, and the lord will be obediently crawl under your pomegranate skirt."

Shui Wanqi was even more proud. She held the towering peaks on her chest with her hands, raised her neck, and said proudly: "Then I will hook him up on Fairy Day tomorrow. If he gets hooked, as long as he gets on my bed, I will force him to give up the pretty maid to be my wife for Fu'er. Do you think it's okay?"

When Song Yun'er heard this, she was so angry that she really wanted to fly down and hit her head.

Shui Wanqi sighed again: "I'd better not. Even if he was trapped, he couldn't plot against his pretty maid. Look at how he loved that girl. Then I have to kill me. Besides, I'm going to seduce him. If the master knows, he will vomit blood. Although it's fun, it's not good. Just-!"

After Shui Wanqi said that, she put her lotus waist into a large wooden barrel and took a comfortable bath.

After hearing what she said, Song Yuner felt relieved. This vixen is sexy and charming, and she is also beautiful. If she really seduces Yang Qiuchi, Song Yuner is really worried.

The maid made sense, which cat doesn't like fishy? Although Yang Qiuchi has a wife and three concubines (including Bai Sumei who has not passed the door), as well as the stunning beauty Hong Ling and his master Liu Ruobing, he still couldn't help but take a look at the beautiful girl when he saw it. This is the virtue of a man. He has to keep a closer eye in the future.

At this moment, I suddenly heard a maid outside the door shouting: "Madam...Madam!"

The little maid who was serving Shui Wanqi to bathe ran to the door, opened a crack in the door, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The magistrate of Baoning Prefecture, Lord Zhao Xinle, has arrived. He said he wanted to see his wife."

"Didn't the master give orders to welcome him to Li Chunyuan?"

The maid outside the door said, "Mr. Zhao said he would pay homage to his wife and go again."

Shui Wanqi's voice came from behind the screen: "Call him to wait for me in the living room, and I'll come soon."

"Yes..." The little maid outside the door agreed and turned around and left.

Song Yuner felt a little strange. He heard that when drinking flower wine, men would run faster than rabbits. Zhao Xinle was not very similar to Liu Xiahui. He didn't hurry to go to Li Chunyuan to drink flower wine, and he insisted on seeing Shui Wanqi in the middle of the night. What did he do?

Shui Wanqi put on a dress, wiped her hair with a towel, and then she left the door, passed through the corridor, and arrived at the living room of the middle hall.

Song Yuner also followed her to the roof of the living room. The meeting between the two was not within Song Yuner's expected investigation plan, but she was a little curious and decided to come and take a look.

Uncovering the tiles, I saw the chubby Zhao Xinle sitting respectfully in the guest seat, with two followers standing behind him. Next to him was a small box, and Shui Wanqi, with long wet hair, sat on the main seat. Behind her was the pig-headed maid Cuihuan.

Zhao Xinle said humbly: "Madam, it is rare that every year, Weng Peng warmly invites Xiaguan to Enyang Town to watch Fairy Day. I am very grateful. Xiaguan brought some gifts to his wife and Weng Peng. I expressed his gratitude and accepted it with great smile."

Shui Wanqi smiled faintly: "Mr. Zhao is so intimate." She glanced at Cuihuan, and Cuihuan understood and walked up to carry the box and exited the living room.

Zhao Xinle looked back at the two followers behind him, and the two followers also hugged and left the room. Only Shui Wanqi and Zhao Xinle were left in the living room.

Zhao Xinle immediately showed a very confused expression and stared at Shui Wanqi up and down, "Little Beauty... My Little Beauty... You miss me so much!" He reached out and hugged Shui Wanqi into his arms, and reached into the hem of Shui Wanqi's clothes with one hand, touching them up high and low, and a fat mouth sniffed and gnawed on Shui Wanqi's face.

Song Yuner frowned and cursed inwardly: It turns out that she is a dog and a woman! It’s not obvious that Shui Wanqi looks pure and innocent, but she is hooked up with this fat pig in private, which is really disgusting!

Shui Wanqi let Zhao Xinle's fat pig hand touch him for a while, then twisted her waist and patted his hand open: "Okay! Don't look at the place, this is Pengjiazhuang. If Mr. Peng knows that your fat pig has a cuckold, you guess he will let his cousin deal with you, huh?"

Zhao Xinle quickly pulled his hand back and said embarrassedly: "This...hehe...wanqi, we have been together for so many years. I have long said that I want to take you as my concubine, but this dead old man also likes you. If it weren't for the sake of his cousin, I wouldn't have been willing to give you to this dead old man!"

"Hmph!" Shui Wanqi took a strand of wet hair, "You said all these useless things to do. They are waiting for you to drink flower wine in Li Chunyuan, and the young lord who solves the case is as good as a god. You are still rushing to flatter!"

Zhao Xinle was stunned: "Sir Yang? He is here too?"

"Yes, so you have something to say as soon as possible, otherwise there will be no chance in the future."

"Why don't you have a chance?" Zhao Xinle took Shui Wanqi's hand and kissed her. "As long as Wanqi thinks about my brother, we have a chance. Last two months, the old ghost will take you to the provincial capital to see the governor. When you pass by Baoning Mansion, don't we just take the time to dew just now! Hehe."

"You are looking for death!" Shui Wanqi glanced at him, "What are you talking about like this? If you think you are not dead, go hang it. Don't come and pull me up!"
Chapter completed!