The place where Peng Hexi and Shui Wanqi live is called "Yunwuzhai". The layout of this courtyard is different from other courtyards. It has some layouts of Jiangnan water towns. The courtyard not only has rockery, pavilions, towers, but also a pool of water lilies that are blooming very well. There are also some flowers that cannot be seen in other places in Sichuan. They smell the fragrance at night.

The night was dim and the surroundings were pitch black. Song Yuner lightly put on the roof, and the room seemed very quiet. Song Yuner found a place to take advantage of her. She was already very familiar with this place.

He quietly came to a roof and looked around. He thought that the house beneath him should be Shui Wanqi's bedroom, so he gently uncovered the two tiles. The decoration of the house was very elegant and quiet, and it was Shui Wanqi's bedroom.

Shui Wanqi was sitting upright in front of the window, holding a female worker embroidery carefully. Song Yun'er couldn't see what she was embroidering. A little maid stood next to her serving her. A lot of red candles were lit in the room, making the beauty even more charming and charming.

At this time, a boy pushed open the door and ran in. It turned out to be Peng Jiafu, shouting in a silence: "Mom! I'm here!"

"Be good!" Shui Wanqi stroked Peng Jiafu's face, "Where did you go to play?"

"I've gone to ride a horse!"

Shui Wanqi was shocked: "Riding a horse? No! That's too dangerous!"

Peng Jiafu laughed: "It's not dangerous, don't believe it!" He turned around and shouted to the outside of the house, "Shui Guzi! Climb in for me, I'm going to ride a horse!"

Shui Wanqi was a little surprised. When she looked outside the house, she saw a boy of fifteen or sixteen, wearing this patch of clothes. She crawled in from outside the house and looked up slightly: "Shui Guzi has met his wife."

Peng Jiafu turned over and rode on the boy's back, grabbed his hair with one hand, and slapped him on the butt with the other: "Jia-! Run quickly. You dead horse! Jia-!" His body moved desperately.

The big boy, who was nicknamed Big Bull, hurriedly supported Peng Jiafu and crawled around the ground.

Shui Wanqi Ge smiled: "So naughty! Why do you ride a big bull as a horse?"

"How is it? I said it's not dangerous!" Peng Jiafu said proudly.

"Okay OK, come down quickly, be careful of falling."

Peng Jiafu turned over and got on the back of the big bull and kicked him: "Let me go outside! I want to talk to my mother!"

"Yes! Young Master." A cold light flashed in the big bull's eyes, and then he returned to calm, got up and walked out of the door.

"Mom, play with me." The child climbed up on his mother's legs without saying a word and acted coquettishly for Shui Wanqi.

Shui Wanqi smiled, put down the work in her hand, and hugged her son in her arms: "What's wrong? Didn't she have a good time?"

"It's not fun. I want to play with Sister Hong Ling, but you don't let it go."

"Silly, Sister Hong Ling has something to do, so how can she play with you all day?"

"I'm not. I'm going to play with Sister Hong Ling." Peng Jiafu was acting coquettish.

It seems that Shui Wanqi and Peng Hexi love this child very much. Peng Jiafu hugged Shui Wanqi's neck and said, "Mom, I like Sister Hong Ling. You helped me marry her as my wife, okay?"

When Song Yuner on the roof heard this, she couldn't help but laugh and thought, how old are you, how old are you? Why do you think about getting married?

Shui Wanqi in the room did not laugh, but just twisted his little face lovingly: "Is Sister Hong Ling good-looking?"

"Well-! She is a hundred times better than the wives you found! Mom, I want Sister Hong Ling to be her wife, okay?" Peng Jiafu twisted and jumped in Shui Wanqi's arms, acting coquettish.

Song Yuner was a little surprised. She found a wife. Could it be that Peng Jiafu was only six or seven years old, and Shui Wanqi was just looking for a child bride for him?

Shui Wanqi had no way to deal with this child. The little maid next to her said, "Young Master, you can do anything else. But Sister Hong Ling is the maid next to Mr. Yang, don't you see that? Mr. Jue looked at her and looked at her without treating the servants. He must be the person in Mr. Jue's house, and he is waiting to take over the house in the future."

"Hmph! What's this? As long as our Peng family wants, there will be no way to get it! Whoever dares to fight with our Peng family, my father will knock him to death with one stick like he was dealing with the hunchback Peng Si!"

Song Yuner was shocked when she heard this on the roof. Was Peng Si knocked to death by Peng Hexi with a stick? Then, what about Shui Wanqi's inkstone? And Peng Laoqi's kick? Song Yuner's head was big.

The case was originally thought to be very simple, but Peng Si was so mean that he wanted to tease Shui Wanqi, but was hit by Shui Wanqi's inkstone and died of sudden bleeding. Now, it is good, it is certain that before Peng Si's death, at least three people had beaten Peng Si, one was Shui Wanqi using an inkstone, one was Peng Laoqi kicked with a foot, and the other was Mr. Peng with a crutch.

Song Yuner was distracted and didn't listen to one of the following words. When she continued to listen carefully, Peng Jiafu had already pulled the maid's hair and beat and kicked it. It seemed that the child was really spoiled.

Shui Wanqi finally rescued the maid's hair from Peng Jiafu's little hand and wanted to persuade her. Peng Jiafu was already howling, "I don't care, I want Sister Hong Ling! I want it!" She sat on the ground and rolled on her back.

The maid was covered in disarrayed hair and bent down to hug Peng Jiafu. Peng Jiafu kicked her and spitted at her. The maid had to avoid it.

Shui Wanqi sighed, squatted down and carried Peng Jiafu up and sat back on the stool. But the child was like a lively carp, raising his arms in Shui Wanqi's arms.

"Okay, okay! Good son, I'll tell you if you're going!" Shui Wanqi said helplessly.

"Really?" Peng Jiafu stopped making trouble and hugged Shui Wanqi and kissed her in the face. "It's so good!" He jumped into Shui Wanqi's arms and shouted all the way: "That's great! Jiafu has a wife, and a beautiful wife-!" He ran out of the door shouting.

The maid walked over and closed the door, tidied her hair while saying to Shui Wanqi: "Madam, are you really planning to propose marriage to Mr. Yang? This matter..."

Shui Wanqi sighed: "I'm just coaxing Fu'er, and I can't see that the Hongling girl is the flesh of Mr. Yang. Mr. Yang will never agree, so he can't even mention this, so he won't make the Lord unhappy. Our master is trying to curry favor with Mr. Yang, don't let this matter mess up. Alas!"

The maid combed her hair again and said, "Madam, if Fu'er continues to make trouble tomorrow, I think Zifu'er really likes this girl Hongling this time. No wonder, that girl Hongling is so beautiful that a man will be moved by her. But I didn't expect that Fu'er is so young and has this idea, hehehe."

"You will take Fu'er to another place to play these two days. It's fine if the Lord and the others leave after Fairy Day tomorrow. Alas!"

The maid agreed, thought for a while, and said, "I kept muttering to myself when Fu'er talked about what happened last night just now."

"What are you muttering?" Shui Wanqi frowned.

The maid looked around and whispered: "After I heard that Peng Si was dead this morning, I murmured in my heart, "Didn't it be that the master beat him to death with the crutch on his head last night?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Shui Wanqi shouted, "Even if it is, he deserves it!"

"That's it! After being kicked by Qi's master, he still doesn't remember anything. He dares to run to the village to find the master to judge. He also wants to rely on his wife and master to take charge of him to redeem Miss Chunhong. He doesn't think about this brainless person. He is just the same family. Who is Qi's master? Qi's master is our master's younger brother. Who will the master help?"

Shui Wanqi smiled faintly: "This Peng Si really thinks that Chunhong is crazy and her phlegm is confusing her mind."

"That's right!" the maid also agreed, "It's like a toad that wants to eat swan meat, and he wants to compete with our seventh master for Miss Chunhong. The night before yesterday, he came to find you, your wife, and asked you and the master to help him redeem Chunhong, he had already been hit by an inkstone, and he suffered a loss, but he still remembered it. Humph! He didn't even urinate and looked at himself. He was really dead! He deserved to die at the dock!"

Song Yuner was happy. Hearing what they said, last night, Peng Si was kicked by Peng Laoqi in Li Chunyuan. After dizzy in the head, she was angry again. She ran to Peng Jiazhuang to find Peng Hexi to judge him, and asked Peng Hexi to pay for him to redeem Chunhong to marry her. As a result, Peng Hexi knocked a crutch on the top of his head with a crutch.

Song Yun'er then looked down and saw Shui Wanqi gently supporting her chin with one hand, looking at the Hongzhu in front of her, dazed and dazed: "That's what I said, but I'm not at ease in my heart... I heard that Mr. Yang... Alas! Why are things coming together? "

The little maid said, "That's right, I heard that the Master Yang, who was invited by our master, is very good at solving cases. I heard that when he was the magistrate of a small county in Huguang, he even invited the Land Bodhisattva to help him decide the case. It is said that he has the power of ghosts and gods."

Song Yun'er remembered that Yang Qiuchi asked the Land Master to examine the teapot case, which was indeed very magical. Afterwards, she asked him to teach him how to invite gods, but he just smiled but didn't answer, which was really annoying!

Shui Wanqi also showed a distracted expression on her face: "That's right, I don't know what happened, but this case is like a god, Mr. Yang arrived, Peng Si died the night. Alas! The master was originally looking forward to making friends with this Mr. Xu. In the future, the cousin would have an assistant in the provincial capital as an official, but he didn't expect to cause trouble."
Chapter completed!