The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

"Asi, do you still remember that I went to your house a few days ago and told you that something was wrong with my mother recently?"

Ginger nodded.

Xie Qingyao wiped her tears: "At that time, I guessed that my father kept the outer room outside, and it was you who reminded me when we were chatting. When I got home, I found out that my mother was upset because my father behaved strangely and often made it at night. Strange move. My mother thought that my father was afflicted with evil, so she thought of looking for Liu Xiangu to exorcise the evil. When Liu Xiangu died, my mother felt very depressed. I persuaded her to ask a good doctor to show her father, and only when she invited a famous doctor came to find out. It turned out that my father was not a demon, but suffered from sleepwalking..."

Jiang Si listened silently and frowned.

"It's not a good thing, so I didn't mention it to you. My father has already started taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor, who would have thought—" Xie Qingyao couldn't continue, and covered his mouth and cried.

"No—" Jiang Xi frowned more and more deeply.

In the previous life, Uncle Yongchang also suffered from sleepwalking, and because he didn't invite the doctor to see it, he made a joke about sleeping pigs, but even if Uncle Yongchang had slept with a pig, he never killed Mrs. Yongchang Uncle in a dream.

In this life, Yongchangbo was diagnosed with sleepwalking early, and he was still taking the medicine prescribed by the doctor. No matter what he thought, he should not kill his wife by mistake.

"What's wrong?" Xie Qingyao stopped crying and looked up at Jiang Si with his pale face.

"Could it be that the eldest maid saw her uncle kill her aunt with her own eyes?"

Xie Qingyao's eyelashes trembled, and tears rolled down: "Father and mother have been resting in one place, and it is customary for a few big maids to wait for them to wash up in the morning. When a few of them went in this morning, they saw father sitting next to mother. Unresponsive, blood-stained candlestick in hand, and mother already—"

Jiang Si grasped the point: "But they didn't see the uncle stabbed the candlestick at the aunt, did they?"

Xie Qingyao was startled: "Asi, what do you mean?"

Jiang Si squeezed Xie Qingyao's hand hard: "Qingyao, people say that hearing is false and seeing is true, but sometimes eyes can deceive people. Those maids saw that their aunt was killed, but The uncle sat there holding the blood-stained candlestick, and he would take it for granted that the uncle killed the aunt. In fact, if you think about it carefully, they didn't see the murder."

Xie Qingyao was already confused: "But there were only father and mother at the time, and it was impossible for others to avoid so many people's eyes and enter-"

Of course, she didn't want to believe the cruel fact that her father killed her mother with her own hands. She couldn't accept it. After her father woke up, he wanted to atone for the crime with death.

Thinking of this, Xie Qingyao wanted to cry in despair.

The pain of her and her brother is not only the loss of her mother, but also the unbearable pain of her father killing her mother.

Now Ah Si tells her that the mother may not have been killed by the father?

Xie Qingyao couldn't believe it, but there was a hope hidden deep in her heart. This expectation made her worry about gains and losses even more. She stared straight at Jiang Si and said, "Asi, why do you say that?"

Jiang seemed to calm down.

Facing a friend like this, she had to calm down.

"I've heard of sleepwalking, people with sleepwalking will have some abnormal behaviors after sleep, such as getting up and going out to wander, or doing something. But in the end, these things are what he does in his sleep, and it seems that they have nothing to do with it. I don't know, but the subconscious behavior actually reflects the thoughts in his heart. Qingyao, do you believe that uncle has murderous intentions against aunt in his heart?"

"Impossible!" Xie Qingyao denied excitedly, "My parents are so loving, how could my father have such thoughts!"

"If there is an effect, there must be a cause. Since we all think that my uncle would never have thought of killing my aunt, then the effect of my aunt's murder should not fall on my uncle—"

Before Jiang Xi finished analyzing, Xie Qingyao was already excited and clenched her hands: "Asi, you are right, my mother couldn't have been killed by my father! Great, great—"

Jiang Xi sighed silently.

In her analysis, in fact, the main reliance is that the previous life and the present life are completely different results.

But there are no absolutes. Whether Mrs. Yongchangbo was killed by Yongchangbo ultimately depends on evidence.

Xie Qingyao wiped away her tears and couldn't wait to go out.

Jiang Si hurriedly stopped her: "Qingyao, where are you going?"

"I'm going to tell my father that my mother did not kill him by mistake, the murderer must be someone else!"

"Qingyao, if you tell your uncle like this, he must think you are comforting him."

Xie Qingyao was a little at a loss: "What should I do if my father doesn't believe it? Asi, help me, I'm so afraid that something will happen to my father. I have lost my mother, and I can't have a father anymore."

Jiang Si thought for a while, then whispered, "Qingyao, take me to the room where my aunt was killed."

Xie Qingyao trembled all over, and finally nodded: "Okay, you come with me."

Yongchangbo and his wife lived in the main courtyard. At this time, Mrs. Yongchangbo had already been cleaned up by the mother-in-law and moved to the mourning hall. Instead, her resting place was very deserted, with only two maids guarding her.

"Big girl." When Xie Qingyao came over, the two maids greeted each other.

Xie Qingyao was very kind to the maids on weekdays, but at this moment, he didn't care, and came to the door and reached out to push the door.

A maid couldn't help but said: "Eldest girl, the son said that no one is allowed to enter—"

Xie Qingyao glanced at the maid and said coldly, "Get out of the way!"

Seeing that Xie Qingyao had a tough attitude, the maid stepped aside knowingly and let her open the door and lead Jiang Si in.

Before entering the inner room, the strong smell of blood rushed to the face.

Jiang shrugged his nose in discomfort.

Such a strong bloody smell, I am afraid that other smells will be covered up.

The smell of blood in the inner room became more intense, the screen fell to the ground, and the sky-blue gauze tent was lifted up indiscriminately after the rain, with bloodstains on it.

The brocade quilts on the bed were crumpled and piled in a corner, and the sheets had turned dark red. Obviously, the incident was so sudden and terrible that no one had taken care of it yet.

"My mother should have slept outside." Xie Qingyao pointed to the bloodstain outside the bed and burst into tears.

"Generally speaking, uncle would choose to sleep outside, right?" Jiang Si said subconsciously.

After she and Yu Qi became married, the scoundrel never slept in the study for a day, and went to the inner room as soon as it got dark. At that time, he told her that he wanted to sleep outside, so as not to get up at night and disturb her...

"I don't know." Xie Qingyao looked at Jiang Si blankly, "I have to ask the maidservant who serves her mother at night."

Ginger's face was hot.

She seems to know a bit more...

"Is this question important?" Xie Qingyao went to the doctor in a hurry, and immediately called in a maid who was guarding the door: "Chunfang, does mother sleep inside or outside on weekdays?"

"Madam—" Chunfang glanced at the bed subconsciously, the dazzling blood made her lips tremble, "Madam used to sleep in it, and then—"

She glanced at Jiang Si, not sure whether to continue.