Abandoned Woman Busy Farming

"He intended to join forces with me, but I rejected him." Jiang Yichun said calmly, but with a long face, "I told you that I have a wife."

"What did he say? Just look at his daughter and you will know that he is definitely not someone who gives up easily." Bai Ruozhu asked with a smile.

"He said that those who are running business can still marry a common wife who is really suitable for showing off. For example, Jin Jing's mother is his common wife. She is a noble woman from the Western Regions. She can help him a lot in the Western Regions. His family business It’s just getting bigger and bigger.” Jiang Yichun said.

Bai Ruozhu laughed, "It's the same as what Jin Jing said. Saying that I'm not worthy of you is completely useless and will delay your future."

"The whole family has brain problems. It's a good thing that I didn't slap him." Jiang Yichun said and started to rub Bai Ruozhu's shoulders again. Not to mention that he felt much better after he rubbed them seriously.

"After all, they have something to do with the temple. Let's ask Chu Han later." Bai Ruozhu suggested.

Although Jiang Yichun was unhappy to go to Chu Han at night, he agreed.

She finished the porridge in a few mouthfuls. Although she only asked for porridge, the boy still brought two plates of vegetables. Fortunately, they were relatively light and didn't contain much meat, which was more to her liking.

After the meal, the two went to the room where Chu Han lived. Chu Han and Jian Qi arranged to stay in the same room, so that Jian Qi could protect him.

Bai Ruozhu briefly explained his purpose and asked about the situation of the temple and Saint Honglian.

Chu Han frowned and said: "Ever since something happened to my family, I have escaped and wandered around in the rivers and lakes. Later, I focused on the Bihai Sect. I was afraid that Xiaoyao would be in danger, and I didn't know much about the things in Gaochang City. It’s clear. I’ve heard of the current saint, but she was only chosen as the new saint ten years ago.”

"The temple does not object to saints getting married and having children, so my mother continued to be a saint after giving birth to me. She did not pray for the people on a fixed day until something happened at home..." Chu Han said with a look of pain, "My mother She is a very kind and kind person, and she is also very gentle to me. Who will she offend like this?"

Bai Ruozhu also lamented that sometimes good people are more easily plotted because you are too good and others cannot see how good you are.

"Because my mother has a high prestige among the people, she was poisoned and was hidden by the master. The temple was afraid of causing complaints from the people. It said that the saint had spied too many secrets to benefit the people, so it caused heaven's punishment. Such a fire broke out in the saint's home, and the saint couldn't afford to fall ill. After a few years of this, the temple began to train a new saint, Honglian, who was selected back then. She was still six years old at that time. After two years, she became eight years old and could pray for the temple, so it was announced that my mother had died of illness and Honglian had become the new saint."

"That means she is only eighteen years old this year?" Bai Ruozhu asked.

Chu Han nodded, "I don't know anything else. My master should know more, but for the safety of my mother, I rarely contact my master and rarely visit them."

The three of them chatted for a few more words. The night was already dark. Bai Ruozhu and Jiang Yichun said goodbye and returned to their rooms.

…

"I told you to deliver the porridge, did you deliver it?" Jin Jing secretly asked a waiter in the inn's kitchen. The waiter accepted the favor from her and said with a smile: "It was delivered a long time ago. They all drank it and put all the dishes back.”

Jin Jing's face showed joy, "Well done, here's a reward for you." She said and threw a few taels of silver to the waiter. The waiter thanked her repeatedly and swore that she would keep her mouth shut and not say another word.

That night, a woman's scream suddenly came from the inn, "Oh my god, someone is dead, please come quickly!"

The woman's voice was particularly abrupt in the quiet night, and it suddenly woke up everyone in the inn. Everyone was on guard when doing business, so they were extra alert whenever something happened.

Bai Ruozhu frowned, wouldn't this allow people to have a good rest? She was about to get up, but Jiang Yichun held her down and said, "You are asleep. I'll go take a look. It should have nothing to do with my mother."

"Okay, go and come back quickly." Jiang Yichun put on his clothes and walked out of the room. Chen Feng was already waiting outside.

"Master, a cook at the inn died suddenly. She bled to death from seven holes. She seemed to have been poisoned. The owner of the inn has already ordered someone to report it to the official." Chenfeng reported.

At this time, there was not much time before dawn, and the government was further away. I thought it would be dawn when I waited for the people from the government to arrive.

Jiang Yichun nodded and said in a deep voice: "Be more careful and don't let anyone interfere with our food."

After he finished speaking, he returned to the house and told Bai Ruozhu what he had discovered. Bai Ruozhu was still a little confused, but for some reason Jin Jing's voice flashed through his mind: "I won't let you go!"

She yawned, hoping that she was just too worried. If he wanted to harm her, why was it the cook who died?

The kitchen has been sealed off, and some people in the inn are in panic. The innkeeper sighed and kept saying: "It's bad luck, bad luck, what can we do about this?"

The other boys were waiting nearby to listen to orders. One of them, a thin boy, had his head lowered, seeming to be particularly nervous, and his calves were still trembling.

"Muzi, why are you shaking? Are you wearing too little?" asked another waiter next to him. There is a big temperature difference between morning and evening in the Western Region. Despite the strong sun at noon, it is still quite cold at night.

The little boy shook his head, forced himself to calm down, and said, "Yes, I haven't woken up yet, and I shiver when the wind blows."

The others didn't think much about it, but the boy named Muzi didn't look very good. He made an excuse to go to the toilet and ran out.

"Trash, didn't you say she drank all the wine? How come it was the cook who died?" In the backyard, Jin Jing held the boy's collar and asked in a low voice.

The boy was so anxious that he almost cried, "I really gave it to her. I saw that she drank it. Could it be that the cook changed it?"

He suddenly showed a clear look, "I know! The cook in the kitchen likes to eat secretly. It must have been when you were talking to me that she took away the bowl of porridge and ate it secretly, then filled another bowl and put it away. Get in."

Jin Jing asked in disbelief: "Why does she have to go to so much trouble? Can't she just serve a new bowl and eat it herself?"

"How do I know? Maybe she was suddenly hungry, so she took it to drink, or maybe she felt that the new food in the pot was too hot and not as good as the temperature of the bowl? But I really did as I told her!" Pulling Jin Jing's hand desperately, she held his neck and collar so tightly that he almost couldn't breathe.

Jin Jing's eyes flashed with murderous intent, but thinking that there had just been a murder case, and if someone died again, it might make the matter worse, she had to let go of the little boy and whispered: "Let it go, I won't blame you. You, but remember what I said, watch your mouth, otherwise you will end up like the cook."

The little boy was frightened by her cruelty. He knelt on the ground with a bang and kept kowtowing to beg for mercy: "I don't dare, I definitely don't dare."