Chapter 141: The city is covered with black mud under the white frost

"The Supervisory Office broke into the garden like this today, so of course it was Mr. Zhou." Ming Qingda glanced at his elderly mother and said in a harmonious voice: "Do you think... do you want it?"

Old Lady Ming looked at him coldly and knew what he meant. Butler Zhou was the main housekeeper of the Ming family and the accountant of the Junshan Association. This person was too important. If the Supervisory Office searched it out, many inside stories about the Junshan Association would be controlled by Fan Xian, and thus indirectly controlled by the emperor.

Whether it is starting from Mingyuan self-protection or for the safety of Junshan Association, Housekeeper Zhou will undoubtedly die, but the problem is... Old Mrs. Ming sighed softly and said, "You are not unaware that this gentleman named Zhou was sent to our house by the eldest princess. We cannot make a decision whether to kill or not."

"I'm going to find the back soon." Ming Qingda said expressionlessly, but a sneer flashed in her heart.

Junshan Association? How could such a level of organization be involved in a wealthy businessman like the Ming family? As expected, now it is a powerful force, and it is impossible to get rid of it even if you want to get rid of it. He has always had a deep prejudice against the fact that the old lady Ming and the eldest princess are so tightly tied to it, and he avoided the Junshan Association.

Old Lady Ming slowly closed her eyes and said, "Don't worry. Mr. Zhou's safety should be fine." The old woman suddenly frowned and said hesitantly, "There is a matter that I can't understand. Why did the imperial envoy think so that Mr. Zhou is still hiding in Mingyuan? If you can't find it, how can he explain it to the people of the world?"

Ming Qingda's heart skipped a beat, but the same doubt appeared on her face.

Old Mrs. Ming thought about it and was a little tired. She shook her head powerlessly, and her gray hair looked so old.

"I'm tired." The old woman said disgustedly: "Don't let the inspectors' dog legs disturb my rest."

"Don't worry, mother." Ming Qingda walked to her side, holding her shoulder with both hands, as if she was about to help her up. She said in a harmonious voice: "No one will disturb your rest again in the future."

Old Lady Ming looked back in shock, and then saw the fleeting guilt, fear, and hideousness in her own son's eyes.

Then her mouth was covered and a leather rope tied tightly to her throat.

Old Mrs. Ming wanted to scream, but couldn't make a sound. Her hands were grabbed by her biological son and could only kick her feet hard. The small-sized feet were bounced around and snapped.

The old woman's eyes flashed with endless fear and resentment, staring at the big maid not far from her.

She had countless close friends in the mansion, but she was not by her side at this time, and she didn't know where she died.

The eldest maid looked at Old Lady Ming and slowly turned around.

The leather rope in the throat became tighter and tighter. Old Mrs. Ming could not breathe, the pain in her chest was burning, and her eyes began to become blurred. She knew that everyone had betrayed her, but compared with betrayal, the strong and strong regret and hatred were even more difficult to suppress, accompanied by her tears and saliva on her lips.

"You have to be more ruthless."

"Of course, you need to sacrifice yourself."

All the words rang again at this moment. The sound of tinnitus before death hit the old woman's heart.

Her eyes bulged out and she stared at the...birth son in front of her.

Ming Qingda lowered her head tightly and grabbed her hands without saying a word.

Maybe after a long time, or in a short moment, the old woman sitting upright on the Taishi Chair, the old lady Ming, who had secretly influenced and controlled Jiangnan for more than ten years, made a muffled sound in her chest, her body suddenly became soft, and her feet hung weakly under the chair, without any movement.

When you are old, it's time to rest.

The Supervisory Office's search for Mingyuan was not going smoothly. Although no one dared to stop him, Deng Ziyue had already felt that the angry people in Mingyuan were getting stronger and stronger, and the guards who were staring at him secretly could draw out their weapons and rush up at all times.

The Sou family naturally had no gentle means. They rummaged through boxes and cabinets, shouted loudly all the way, and entered the boudoir. This look was indeed a bit like a vicious wolf. It also aroused the hostility of everyone in Mingyuan.

However, Deng Ziyue was not worried. Fan Tisi would definitely be sure if he let himself enter the park.

As expected, although the people in Mingyuan looked at him with disgust and hatred, no one dared to stop him. But... Mingyuan was too big. After searching for a long time, he only searched half of the area, and there was no trace of the whereabouts of the Butler Zhou.

"I want to search the back garden." Deng Ziyue said to Ming Lanshi, the young master of the Ming family, who has been with him.

"No!" Ming Lanshi stared into his eyes and scolded: "What do you want to do? Do you think our Ming family is really so humiliating?"

The relatives of women lived in the back garden. How could it be easy to search? Ming Lanshi took advantage of the issue and cursed the officials of the Supervision Academy in anger. Deng Ziyue was calm and refused to give in. He held the official document sent by Fan Xian in his hand, with the seal of the imperial envoy on it, and there was enough reason to search.

Of course, it cannot be in the name of the Supervision Bureau, but can only be in the name of the imperial envoy on the Jiangnan Road.

You should know that the Supervision Bureau cannot interfere in local government affairs, especially in civil affairs. Today, I am playing a trick to sell dog meat with sheep's head, which is considered a soldier borrowed by Fan Xian.

The two volunteers confronted each other at the entrance of the back garden. The guards of Mingyuan had been tolerating for a long time. At this time, they could not help themselves. They swear words and cursed endlessly. In a state of excitement, the thugs and private soldiers who should have been hiding beside each other also appeared, surrounding nearly forty officials of the Supervision Bureau in the field.

Deng Ziyue turned his face dark and said coldly: "Master Ming, is this continuing to search... or are you going to resist the order?"

The imperial envoy walks on the road, which means that the land is the will of the emperor. Who dares to resist?

Ming Lanshi's face turned pale and white, and he gritted his teeth tightly, pretending to be humiliated and embarrassed. After a while, he shouted angrily: "Search! God has eyes! I don't believe that your Supervisory Office will bully others by virtue of its power and will not be retribution in the future!"

Deng Ziyue didn't care about so much. He held the handle of the Park Sword in his hand, and then stepped into the back garden.

Unexpectedly, he could not walk ten steps, and a person broke out. Although the man was wearing a maid's clothing, he was also an important figure in Mingyuan, looking at the quality of his clothes and dress. The maid's face was pale and his eyes were dull. He rushed towards everyone like a ghost. While rushing, he was still vaguely shouting: "Die! Dead!... Dead!"

Dead?

Deng Ziyue was shocked, felt some ominous sign, frowned and stopped the maid, shouting sternly: "What's wrong?"

The maid's face showed the temperament of the great people she had developed on weekdays, but she seemed to be too scared at this time, and was full of sadness. She trembled for a long time, but she couldn't say a complete sentence for a while. She was just trembling in front of Deng Ziyue. If Deng Ziyue hadn't avoided the rift, she would have been soft to the ground.

The people in the Supervisory Court searched the garden did not recognize the maid, but the people in the Ming family knew the maid's identity and knew that she was the close maid of Old Lady Ming. One of the confidants, everyone in the sixth room surrounded her here. Seeing her appearance, she couldn't help but be shocked. She thought to herself what happened?

Minglan Shi hurriedly snatched the eldest maid from Deng Ziyue's hand, held her collar and said, "What's wrong? Who's dead?"

Deng Ziyue looked at him coldly, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

The big maid was stolen by the young master and finally woke up. She grinned, but she didn't have time to say anything. She started crying miserably: "Wow... um... young master, old lady... old lady."

"What's wrong with the old lady?"

"Old lady... she's gone!" The big maid struggled to say this. She tilted her head and fainted in Ming Lanshi's arms.

Minglan Shiru was struck by lightning and stood there on the spot, not believing in his ears at all for a moment.

The children of the six-household house in the Ming family looked at each other, widened their eyes, opened their mouths, and stood like countless toads, as if they didn't know how to use a shocked expression to express their inner feelings at this moment!

The old lady went?

The old lady is gone!

In the garden that was as quiet as death, I don’t know how long it took. Suddenly the first cry broke out, followed by the crying, like a grand chorus, with crying and screaming and scolding one after another, and many people fell to the ground in shock and couldn’t stand up no matter how they stood.

The entire Mingyuan was completely shrouded in shock and grief.

Except for the Fourth Master Ming in the prison of Suzhou Prefecture, Master Ming followed the old lady, there were still men in charge of the fourth room in the field. The four men cried and howled, pulled out Ming Lanshi's stupid body, lifted up their long gowns and rushed into the back garden.

At this time, no one cares about the rules of the back garden that cannot be involved in the ground. No one needs to shout. As the crying sounds move like clouds, hundreds of people in Mingyuan who appear in tears rushed to the back garden.

At this time, the officials of the Supervision Bureau in the middle of the field looked at each other and became the most embarrassing part of the people. Deng Ziyue's pupils shrank slightly and felt the crisis. He received his order to come to Souyuan today. He never expected that it would eventually become such a situation!

Although it is not clear how Old Lady Ming died at this time, the more Deng Zi knew, the more he died, the more clever the other party was so skillful that the Supervisory Office would not be able to take responsibility.

At that moment before, seeing Ming Lanshi's expression in his afterglow made him even more questionable.

The news of the death of the old lady in Ming shocked the Mingyuan. The guards rushed out and rushed to the side of the people in the Supervision House, surrounded them, holding weapons and crossbows in their hands, with hatred eyes flashing in their eyes.

Deng Ziyue frowned slightly, knowing that one of the wrong measures at this time was that the two sides would end up fighting each other. He just came to ask Lord Si to explain clearly before that things... should not continue like this.

He made a quick decision and directed his subordinates to enter the back garden. Anyway, the chaos in Mingyuan was so great that no one cared about them. The private soldiers of Mingyuan who were monitoring him with weapons could not take action immediately when the old lady Ming was dying.

After walking into the back garden for a long time, he followed the crying sound. Outside a quiet courtyard, Deng Ziyue looked at the people kneeling all over the ground, and couldn't help but feel cold. With a glance, he saw a person tied under the thick beam in the tall main hall under the long white towel.

An old woman.

The old woman's hands were hanging beside her, her feet and toes were facing the ground. With the soft spring wind, it was floating in the air, and the scene seemed as charming as it seemed.

Especially the eyes that had been unwilling to close were protruding out, and the pupils were covered with blood slim when they were dying, looking outside with resentment and reluctance.

Just looked at the officials of the Supervisory Office outside the hospital.

Deng Ziyue was shocked by these two dead eyes, and hurriedly turned his neck and issued an order to let his subordinates be on guard and ready to break through at any time.

The yard was crying, and the descendants knelt down and cried and kept kowtowing.

Old Lady Ming is so dead that Mingyuan will definitely be recorded in the Supervision Bureau. At such an exciting moment, no one knows what will happen.

It was just a way out from the rear, and it had been long been watched by the private soldiers in Mingyuan, blocked with hatred. It would be so difficult if the general was to be killed.

After a while, Ming Qingda and the four brothers who had already bled blood from their foreheads removed the old lady's body from the beam. The contemporary owner of the Ming family suppressed their sadness and arranged the related funerals, and then led the four brothers out of the yard.

No one dared to speak, but everyone stared at the people in the Supervision House outside the hospital with that kind of eyes.

In this life, Deng Ziyue had never noticed that so many people wanted to eat their own meat. The Ming family's eyes had already shown this kind of resentment.

He knew that he could not retreat at this time. Once he gave in, he would go out. It would bring great risks to the Supervision Bureau. As soon as the old lady Ming died, the people of the Supervision Bureau withdrew in panic. What was it that he was guilty of being a thief?

So he sank his face, narrowed his eyes, and said, "Old Mrs. Ming colluded with Dongyi and committed suicide for fear of crime... The subsequent funeral was temporarily suspended, and the cause of death was tested. Then it was handled."

From the perspective of the Supervision Bureau, he must be particularly tough at this time, but for the Ming family, the ancestor was just dead and he was about to commit suicide by the Supervision Bureau, and no one could bear it.

Master Ming Liu likes wrestling scenes the most. He is a big and sturdy person, and is also a rough person. In addition, he is the youngest son of the Ming family, and he has always been the favorite of the old lady. His feelings for the old lady are the deepest. Today, his mother suddenly died and was sad and angry. When she heard Deng Ziyue’s words, she turned around and grabbed a chair and smashed it over!

Deng Ziyue raised the Pu knife and blocked the chair with a click.

Master Ming Liu's eyes were red, his facial muscles were twisted, and he screamed: "Come on, beat me to death!"

The Ming family's guards were waiting for this sentence. In the past six months, they were almost breathless by the Supervision Bureau. No matter how they turned their bodies and asked for help, they could not protect themselves. Today, even the old lady was forced to death. Looking at the officials of the Supervision Bureau in the field, they were like looking at the evil dogs that broke into their own door. They were afraid that they would not be cruel. Everyone shouted, rushed up with weapons, and beat them up in a row!

From the moment when I learned about the death of the old lady, Deng Ziyue knew that things were going to make a big deal and asked his subordinates to prepare for the fight. So although the battle was suddenly, he was not caught off guard. People around formed a small defense circle and pulled out the Park Knife beside him to fight.

For a moment, I could only hear the sound of the wind, only the swords and swords, and occasionally there were loud screams, accompanied by the scared screams of the girls of the Ming family. Mingyuan is very lively today.

Mingyuan is crowded with people, and there are actually several masters and coaches among the private soldiers. As soon as they meet, many people in the Supervision Bureau were injured, and blood was splashed like they are spilling for money.

But although the supervisory authority is not a strong military yamen, it is also a professionally trained staff. Although some people were injured, people from the inner circle immediately followed him, barely maintaining the defense circle and successfully repelled the first wave of Mingjia private soldiers' offensive.

But... how long can it last? Master Ming Liu was about to go crazy at this time and shouted desperately.

There was a light bang.
To be continued...