Chapter 1260

Mentioning Jin, the housekeeper gnashed his teeth. "Prince Mingjian, that's her! The slaves wanted to skin her and beat her. But it was too cheap for her. The slave ordered people to hang her on the pole in front of the house and dry her slowly, so that she could stay in front of the master's tomb forever and never be reborn. "

The prince stopped. "She's from Jing'an Bofu. She doesn't look at monks' faces, she looks at Buddha's faces..."

"His Royal Highness..."

The housekeeper interrupted him regardless of the rules. His wrinkled face was full of pain. "What about the Kim family? If you kill the master, you should let her pay for her life. Otherwise, the master won't die in peace under the nine springs. "

The prince sighed, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, saying nothing more.

They led them all the way to the backyard. The housekeeper took them into a yard. There was nothing in the yard except a row of VATS at the bottom of the wall. There were no servants.

The housekeeper led them to the door of the house, pushed it open, and a chill came to their faces.

"Don't be surprised, your highness. This yard hasn't been inhabited for a long time. It's a little lonely."

The prince stepped in, and the furnishings in the house were extremely simple. One bed, one table and two chairs were all.

The housekeeper bowed, "Your Highness, please sit down first. I'll let people move the brazier we need in the house."

"Where was the eldest brother killed?"

The prince asked suddenly.

It seems that the Prince did not expect to ask this, the housekeeper Leng for a while to answer, "is in the master's bedroom."

"Show me."

The Housekeeper should take them to the place where the prince lived. It's a big courtyard, which is twice as big as the one just now. The furnishings in the courtyard are very monotonous. It's very different from the prince's house in the capital.

The housekeeper walked into the yard, tears in his eyes. When he got to the door, he put his shaking hand on the door, as if he had no strength to open the door.

"I'll do it."

The prince Wen Sheng raised his hand to cover the door and gently pushed it open. The strong smell of blood floated out. The house still kept the appearance of the prince when he was killed. Blood was everywhere on the chair and on the ground.

As if remembering that day's scene, the housekeeper sobbed, "at that time, Kim said that he wanted to talk to the master alone, and the slaves were waiting outside the house. When the slaves heard the master's weak cry for help, they rushed in. The master had been stabbed more than ten times, and the blood was everywhere..."

The prince went in, but the housekeeper didn't stop him. Feng Che followed them.

The doors and windows were closed, and the smell of blood could not be dispersed. Even after so many days, it was still strong.

The furnishings as like as two peas in the house were just the same as the housekeeper had prepared for them. Only a bedding table was laid on the bed, and a drying basin was also burning beside it.

The bloodstain on the ground had dried up. The prince only looked at it once and then drew back his sight. "Does the emperor's sister-in-law also live here?"

The housekeeper shook his head. "After the princess came, she had been sick. The noisy master couldn't rest, so he arranged her in another yard and sent someone to take care of her. Later, when the great prince and concubine died, the master was very sad and turned white almost overnight. The master felt that the prince and his concubine had suffered with him, and his heart was in debt. So when Kim came, he was very flattering to Kim, but he didn't expect to... "

The prince didn't speak. He looked around the room and went to the dresser. He picked up a jade comb on it. It seemed that he was looking at people for a long time.

……

When they came out of the yard and went back to the place where the housekeeper had arranged for them, three charcoal pots had been lit in the room, which dispelled the chill in the room. The bedding on the bed was also new.

"I have wronged your Highness the prince."

After the housekeeper finished, he looked at Xiang Fengche. He didn't treat the prince respectfully. He said coldly, "Prince Zhan's yard is next door. Please follow me."

Feng Che doesn't care. He nods to the prince and follows the housekeeper with Feng Zhong and Feng an.

It's next door. It's about tens of feet away. The yard is smaller and it's colder inside. There are three bedclothes on the bed in the room, and only a brazier is lit. The housekeeper stands at the door and doesn't come in. "Now people in the house are busy with the funeral of the master, and they don't have time to come and serve. Please help yourself."

Finish saying, also no matter wind Che should not answer a voice, turn round to walk.

"Stop!"

The wind is clear and the voice is cold.

The steward stopped, turned back, and asked coldly, "what else do you want from the Lord of war?"

When the master died, they had no time to return to Beijing, and they could only live in the cold city until they died.

The housekeeper blames all this on Feng Che, and now he is willing to go.

"Three more quilts and two charcoal pots."

I thought he was going to find fault, but I didn't expect that he just wanted these things. The housekeeper opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything else. He reluctantly snorted and went out of the courtyard.

"Wang Ye..."

The wind is calm, but a slave who has no root dares to give the Lord face.

Feng Che waved his hand.

Feng an swallows the words back.

After a while, a few servant girls and boys came over with bedding and charcoal basin in their arms. Fengche ordered them to get hot tea and hot water.

Drink hot tea, wipe clean face with hot water, wind Che went to bed, closed eyes rest.

Feng an and Feng Zhong also took the bedding and went to the outer room. They came here for days and were very tired. They almost went to sleep when they lay down.

The yard the housekeeper arranged for them was very close to the mourning hall, and the cry clearly spread to their ears. The people who cried were upset and angry.

Feng an lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed. The voice of Feng Che came out from inside, "have a good rest."

Feng an took back his legs and covered the quilt honestly, but he was really angry, "Lord, they..."

"Rest!"

Feng an has no words, a pique will cover the quilt over the top of the head, block out the cry like death outside.

Wind Che also pulled the quilt to cover on the head, soon fell asleep.

When I wake up, it's going to be dark. I don't know when the crying stops. It's quiet outside.

Feng Che lifted the quilt and sat up.

When they heard him, Feng an and Feng Zhong woke up. At the same time, they got up and piled up the bedding on the bed and came in.

The charcoal basin has burned out and it's a little cold in the house.

Feng an takes out the fire fold to light it. After looking for it for a long time, he doesn't find the oil lamp. He blows out the fire fold, turns around and walks to the door and opens the door.

Inside and outside the courtyard, there was no one to wait on.

"Anybody?"

The wind is quiet.

His answer was empty.

"Lord."

Feng an turned back and couldn't bear it. "They went too far!"

Feng Che's face was as usual. "They are busy with the funeral of the eldest prince. It's normal for them to ignore us. Let's go to the prince's side."

On the prince's side, on the contrary, the courtyard was full of lights, and there were more than a dozen servants waiting outside.