Chapter 12

When this servant shouted this, others suddenly understood who the "female ghost" who possessed Concubine Lin was, and knelt down to beg for mercy. Pei Aosong saw this scene, and besides horror, he felt a little depressed in his heart.

He knew that his mother was always ruthless, and her hands were more or less stained with human lives, but who told those servants not to have eyes and not to provoke his mother.

This time it's good, I don't know which "borrowing a corpse to return to the soul" possessed Lin Jiaojiao. Now she has smallpox plus "ghost possession," and even the gods can't cure her!

Lin Jiaojiao listened to a group of people kneeling and howling with torches, only Pei Aosong stood there, his face had no fear, and there was even a trace of pity and compassion, and a trace of good feelings for this man she had been acting with every day and calling husband.

She knew this group of people, and understood that except for Pei Aosong, whose hands were not stained with human blood, plus Bai Zhi was loyal, others more or less did some unseen things under the Old Madam's decree.

It's better to just go with the flow!

Thinking of this, Lin Jiaojiao suddenly stuck out her tongue, learned from the horror movies she had seen on TV before, dragged her voice and shouted miserably, "I died so unjustly—Master, I died so unjustly—"

The evening wind was blowing, and she opened her mouth with this long tone, and the creepy sound blew over with the wind, and it was also mixed with a trace of echo. People with ghosts in their hearts were scared to pee and crawl back.

"I want revenge, I want revenge, I want revenge—" Lin Jiaojiao shouted with a resentful voice, and suddenly another group of people holding torches rushed into the courtyard. The leader was the Dali Temple's iron-faced Junior Minister Song Shijie.

Song Shijie saw Lin Jiaojiao from afar. He was not scared, but pointed at her and shouted angrily: "Who is pretending to be a ghost here in the middle of the night!"

Everyone heard Master Song's voice, and for some reason, they felt much more at ease, and hurriedly made a path for him to pass, so that he could "punish" the female ghost.

Lin Jiaojiao knew that if he came, she wouldn't be able to pretend anymore, so she could only twitch a few times, and then slumped on the cold ground, pretending to faint.

Following that was a cold night wind, which really looked like the female ghost leaving the human body.

Song Shijie walked straight over with a torch, and Pei Aosong followed. He was no longer afraid of smallpox infection, and hurriedly took off his cloak, wrapped Lin Jiaojiao, and picked her up from the cold ground.

Song Shijie looked at Pei Aosong and Lin Jiaojiao, snorted from his nose, and seemed to understand that Lin Jiaojiao was acting for Pei Aosong.

However, he didn't expose it on the spot, just treating it as a play for favor in the inner house. He Song Shijie was most annoyed by these inner house affairs.

Seeing that everyone was still shaking and didn't dare to go back to the room to sleep, he said to everyone: "There are no ghosts and gods in the world. If there are ghosts and gods, wouldn't the Dali Temple be turned upside down by ghosts?"

Some servants were still worried: "This... Master Song, your Dali Temple handles cases impartially, everyone says there are no grievances under the Dali Temple, but ours has..."

Pei Aosong saw this and hurriedly shouted, "Shut up, you violated the order and left the room without authorization, why don't you go back to sleep!"

He was afraid that his mother's affairs would be exposed in public. Although servants are slaves, they are still lives.

In the past, it was said that these servants died of illness. If this matter was known by the Dali Temple, I don't know how much unnecessary trouble it would cause, and it would not be good for the Pei Mansion's reputation.

Those who were scolded were speechless. Everyone knew the order of self-sealing each room during the day.

A group of servants looked at each other and got up one after another, returning to their own rooms.

However, their footsteps were floating, and someone finally felt scared from the bottom of their hearts. After all, the female ghost just said she wanted revenge... Thinking of smallpox infecting people, everyone was in danger for a while.

Only Bai Zhi stayed behind to check on Lin Jiaojiao's situation.

Guo Shi, who was holding the child in the room, saw that there was no movement outside, and boldly poked her head out to see what was going on, but was ordered by Pei Aosong to take good care of the baby and sleep.

On the side of Jinxiu Garden, Su Wanqiu was originally awakened by Guo Shi's shout. She sent the servant Zhao An to see what was going on. Zhao An took a long time to come back, wiping cold sweat and choosing words to explain the situation to Su Wanqiu behind the screen.

Su Wanqiu was not very scared. As the saying goes, if you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night. Since she married into the mansion, she had never made things difficult for the servants, nor had she done anything harmful to the Lin concubine, so her face was fine.

When the servant Zhao An said this, he looked at Su Wanqiu behind the screen, "Later, Master Song of the Dali Temple rushed over, and the female ghost was probably afraid of the Dali Temple's iron-faced Rakshasa, so she left Concubine Lin's body at once. Concubine Lin fainted, and the master carried Concubine Lin away..."

Su Wanqiu was sad, and there was sourness in her heart. She sighed and reached out to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. Pei Aosong hadn't come to see her for several days. Before, every time he came, most of the time he was teasing the child.

And when there was any movement on the side of the concubine Lin Jiaojiao, he didn't care about smallpox infection, nor did he care about the ghost possession, and rushed over to see the situation. The behavior was so concerned and intimate, she, the legal wife, was so boring.

Zhao An saw Su Wanqiu's sadness and felt distressed: "Madam, or this matter, I will send someone to inform Prime Minister Su..."

"No need to let my father know, so as not to disturb my father's mind." Su Wanqiu choked, and reached out to touch a gilded hairpin by the pillow. She grew up with Pei Aosong as childhood sweethearts. This was the token of love they bought when they were fifteen years old at the Lantern Festival.

At that time, Pei Aosong was high-spirited, with a tall posture, burning eyes, and a pair of peach blossom eyes that made her heart throb.

It was only five years, and he had brushed away the past feelings and love, and turned to throw himself into another person's gentle village.

Su Wanqiu sighed again, and crystal tears dripped from the tip of her nose onto the gilded hairpin.

Zhao An saw this and said a light "small one retires," and then walked out of the room backwards.

After he returned to his room, he lit a candle and wrote a letter, then quietly went to the back door, learned the cuckoo's call four times, and after there was a cuckoo sound response outside, he handed the sealed letter through the door crack. A hand took the letter envelope and handed a small bag of things in.

When he returned after handling all this, he ran into a black face of the Dali Temple, which almost scared him again, "Master Song, don't scare people here!"

Song Shijie didn't carry any candles and asked coldly: "Zhao An, what are you doing sneaking around here?"

Zhao An replied repeatedly: "Master Song, the small one just got up to relieve himself."

"Get up to relieve yourself?" Song Shijie had sharp eyes and saw at a glance what the hand he hid in his sleeve was holding, "What are you holding in your hand?"

Zhao An was anxious to get rid of Song Shijie and hurriedly said, "Nothing, nothing. It's late at night, Master Song, hurry back and rest!"

But Song Shijie blocked the way and wouldn't let him go, "Hand over what you are holding."

Zhao An raised his eyes slightly. There was more murderous aura in Song Shijie's eyes. He knew deeply that he couldn't lie to Master Song, so he could only take out the bag of things and apologize: "The small one has had diarrhea these days, this is just a bag of anti-diarrheal medicine."

Song Shijie opened the medicine bag and saw that it was white powder. He picked a little and smelled it under his nose. It was not the poison he was familiar with, so he relaxed his vigilance slightly.

Just when Zhao An breathed a sigh of relief, Song Shijie said: "Since you have diarrhea, eat the medicine now."

Zhao An heard this, his face was bitter, "Master Song, this medicine needs to be taken with water."

Song Shijie said with a cold face: "Eat it now, it's the same to drink water when you go back. If you don't dare to eat, could it be poison?"

"Not poison, not poison." Zhao An waved his hands repeatedly, and could only bite the bullet and pour the white powder into his mouth.

After eating the medicine, Zhao An's whole face was wrinkled into a bitter melon, "Master, can the small one go back to drink water?"

Song Shijie then let him go: "Go."

Zhao An ran to his residence in a panic, drinking water frantically to induce vomiting.

After he handled all this, he ran back to his residence, but was called by Song Shijie again, "Slowly."

Zhao An almost cried, "Master Song, the small one has to go back to drink water quickly, otherwise the effect of this medicine..."

Song Shijie didn't seem to hear his begging, and said coldly: "At the beginning, you reported to the Dali Temple, saying that there was a Southern Frontier alien spy in the Pei Mansion. After investigating this matter, if it is found that you reported a false case, the consequences—"

Zhao An was shocked, "The small one understands, the small one understands!"