More and more like day.

I bit my finger hard and cried out in pain.

Jia Daishan said loudly: "I knew I had to hide it from him..."

Jiao Xiao and other old servants are not in charge of those things.

In Jiangyunxuan, the little-faced baby was lying quietly under the bed.

When Jia Jing returned to Jia Zheng, Jia Daishan had been sitting in the study waiting for me.

Tomorrow is New Year’s Eve.

"He saved?!"

"You two princes, there is nothing strange about that."

"I still know if I can survive the first eight days..."

Jia Lian is not too hot to come down.

Jia Jing's scalp feels numb just thinking about it.

From years of studying to newlyweds.

It is absolutely possible to be honest to the head of the family for the sake of Jia Cong.

After leaving the ancestral hall, we followed the corner gate back to Prince Yixiao's Mansion.

That half-mad and prude second uncle actually has the ability to kill people with his own hands?

From being on duty at the Ministry of Industry to losing my official position.

"Speak!"

He held his chin, still looking tired.

"So...so...it's better to take action..."

Through the window, Jia Daishan could feel that the aura left by Mr. Qi was still there.

Qian Lun frowned, could it be Qian Lunqiang?

"Go and have a good sleep first."

First, he ordered someone to open a side door and wait for Qi Youlu's funeral a few days ago.

My heart was instantly at peace.

"Everything goes smoothly for the seventh wife, but the seventh uncle disappears inexplicably."

Jia Mu asked, "Hou Enhou, please take Cong'er to the ancestral hall to worship your ancestors."

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Qian Lunqiang shook his head: "You will be dead when you come back..."

Go to Hanjia Zheng and wait for Jia Jing to return home.

Jia Cong stood stunned in the flying snow, and half of his life was like running water.

At this time, the night will be dark, and the snow and wind are howling in seven places.

Next to the hall, there are bottles of Buddha statues, incense, candles and offerings.

I suddenly saw the scene where Qi Youlu was pinched by me until his face became ferocious, and he died.

"There is nothing left in front of me but I have forgotten to shrink my hands. There is a way behind me and I want to turn back!"

Look at the weird broken rope in the ear room.

Take a long sigh.

I know why.

After all, old Aunt Zhou is still squatting in an unknown place outside the ancestral hall.

He also rewarded Qi Youlu's brother and daughter-in-law with one hundred taels of silver.

"There is absolutely no reason for such a situation to occur."

"Open the chest, or open the head?!"

There is an old monk at the back of the hall, with his hands clasped together and sitting cross-legged.

The little-faced baby doesn’t have Zhang Youshi’s decoction treatment now, although he is still very thin.

"It's just a trick my uncle left secretly. I can figure it out."

From stealing the main hall to dividing the family and property.

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The main hall is filled with smoke and is solemn and solemn.

At this time, the horse is celebrating the New Year, and small red low-light lamps are lit in seven places.

Otherwise, I am not the one most willing to see something happen to Jia Cong!

Jia Jing was shocked!

Jia Cong cupped his hands and said: "Uncle Tie Shi, please."

I am becoming more and more suspicious.

After all, I still understand how Qian Lunqiang operates.

Qian Lun said forcefully: "That Zhang Youshi under Feng Ziying's house doesn't have a brush, and the little-faced baby's overt and covert injuries are getting worse."

"My sister-in-law also has a playboy and a playboy by her side. I can use the one hundred taels of silver to buy a cemetery in Shenjing for burial."

How can Jia Jing understand these records that are like a heavenly book?

Shan must be unscrupulous, so he will naturally pay attention to the little-faced baby.

Jia Jing shook his head: "Is anyone honest?"

Jia Mu sighed and said, "Cong'er has lost his mind."

He led Jia Lian and Jia to bow down and kowtow eight times.

A concubine with a family tree will naturally enter the Jinling ancestral tomb.

Jia Cong took Qi Youlu and left.

Jia Jing was thinking that if the unscrupulous old man Aunt Zhou took action herself.

Jia Jing first asked: "Brother Lu, what does he think of Xiaolianbao?"

After all, his face is less bad than before, and he looks like a dead man with a short breath.

Qi Youlu was shocked by what Jia She said.

"Let's go, their seventh uncle's life should be in danger..."

Jia Cong disappeared that time, I'm afraid he will never come back again...

The conclusion is the same as that of Jia Cong. He was strangled by the throat and died of suffocation.

As soon as Tie Zhongxia gained something, he could only say goodbye to Jia She Zhongqin.

But just like every time I come to see Qian Lunqiang, there is silence and sound.

Since Jia Cong is taken away, it is likely that Xiaolianbao's unspeakable hiddenness will be cured.

Jia Mu saw that the eight-pillar cigarette had not been extinguished, and there were also strange signs such as the collapse of tablets and the mournful sound of cauldrons.

"We'll come back tomorrow to officially worship our ancestors."

Jia Daishan returned to the Mingguang Hall in front and went to take a bath and rest.

At this time, a place is well-known.

Jia Daishan spread his hands.

Qian Lun stared blankly at an ancient temple in front of him.

If it is the mountain spirit Lin Mei, it is more reliable to guess that it is the unscrupulous old man Aunt Zhou!

Jia Jing sat alone in the study and thought for a long time.

"The aura it left on Mr. Qi has disappeared. Go to the East Mansion to join us immediately!"

Jia She pressed his eyebrows and said, "Lian'er, go with him. You've already passed."

Qian Lun’s hair all over his body exploded!

"Jia Donor!"

This patient must have died before the operation.

Qian Lunqiang took out the manuscript "Qing Nang Sutra" and opened it for Qian Lun to read.

"Speak slowly!"
To be continued...