[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

In the evening, Song Yanzhi prepared roast chicken with taro, cut half a chilled watermelon, and went to the cool air under the grape trellis in the yard with the children.

On the grape rack, bunches of green grapes hang on the onion grape rack, like bunches of grape lanterns.

Sanwa, who was sitting in Song Yanzhi's arms, was very curious about the bunches of grapes. Without noticing, he grabbed a grape with his chubby little hand and put it into his mouth.

The little guy is at the age when he has a strong desire to explore and is curious about everything.

The grapes were unripe and very sour. Sanwa was so sour that he shuddered and burst into tears.

"What's going on here?"

Han Heming walked in from outside the yard. When the little Sanwa saw his father, he stretched out his hands with grievance and asked his father to hold him.

"Little greedy cat, you picked sour grapes and ate them, and now you're crying because of the sourness."

The children were all there, and Song Yanzhi didn't ask Han Heming about the progress of his investigation into Wu Liu's death in Jiangjia Village.

"Another little fool."

Han Heming patted Sanwa's little butt lightly.

"Give me Sanwa, go wash your hands. You must be hungry after a day out. The meal is ready, eat first."

The taro in the taro roast chicken is soft and glutinous, and has absorbed the aroma of the chicken. It tastes even better than chicken.

The children picked up some taro and ate it. After the meal, they told Song Yanzhi that they would make it again next time. Song Yanzhi smiled and agreed repeatedly.

After washing the children and letting them return to their rooms, Song Yanzhi and Han Heming also returned to their own yard.

"How is it? What are the results of the investigation?"

Song Yanzhi made a pot of tea and sat in the yard with Han Heming to talk.

"Wu Liu's death might really be related to Ya Niang, but she probably didn't kill him."

"how do I say this?"

After Han Heming arrived at Jiangjia Village today, he asked the villagers indirectly about Wu Liu and Jiang Yanniang.

The villagers all said that it must be Jiang Yaniang who killed Wu Liu, and this matter has caused a lot of uproar in Jiangjia Village.

As to why the villagers said this, it was naturally because Wu Liu angered Jiang Yaniang to death and then sold her.

The hatred for his father's murder was already unbearable, but Wu Liu refused to repent. He didn't even look at Jiang's father who had fallen to the ground. He dragged Jiang Yanniang and sold her.

"Jiang Yanniang has two daughters, twins, thirteen years old. They told me that their mother had been to the Wu family. I think tomorrow the yamen runners will come to take Jiang Yanniang away."

"With the witness, as long as we find physical evidence, then the identity of the mute girl as the murderer will be confirmed. The mute girl is mute, so it is difficult for her to defend herself. Why do you think it was not the mute girl who did it?"

Song Yanzhi looked at Han Heming, waiting for his next words.

"I found the physical evidence."

He heard what Jiang Yaniang's daughter said, and learned from the villagers that Wu Liu died from hitting his head.

"Where is that evidence?"

Song Yanzhi asked quickly.

"In the ravine behind Jiangjia Village."

It was a millstone that required five people to lift. Even if Jiang Yanniang killed Wu San, she would not be able to destroy the evidence of such a large millstone.

"Wu Liu died in his own home, even on his own millstone. And the millstone was even taken away and thrown deep in the mountains. Did Wu Liu die at the hands of his own family?"

Only by dying at the hands of loved ones can the physical evidence be taken away quietly.

And it wasn't just one or two people, it must have taken the whole family to throw such a large millstone into the mountains.

"Anything you can find out, the yamen runners will find out."

Then why did the yamen runners come to our house?

"Someone is misleading them."

"Who?"

Before Han Heming could answer, Song Yanzhi smiled.

"The mute mother raised two good daughters."

As good as their rotten father.

Thirteen-year-old girls are at the age to get married. Their fathers have already died. How can they get a good marriage with Jiang Yanniang?

If I could exchange my mother's life for their happy life for the rest of their lives, it would be worth it.

Han Heming looked at Song Yanzhi with admiration and nodded. What kind of family raised this little girl?

"Then let's wait for the bailiffs to come. It's late, time to go to bed."

Han Heming's gaze was so scorching that Song Yanzhi felt the chair was hot and she couldn't sit down any longer.

"Sit for a while, it's still early."

Han Heming grabbed Song Yanzhi who was about to leave, and Song Yanzhi was knocked down by him and fell into Han Heming's arms.

"Pain~"

Song Yanzhi took a deep breath, and the wound on her back was pulled open.

"what happened?"

Han Heming didn't expect that he would hurt Song Yanzhi when he pulled, and his heart tightened.

Song Yanzhi, who had been able to endure it at first, felt inexplicably aggrieved when asked by Han Heming, and tears rolled down her deer-like eyes.

"Don't cry, I was wrong."

Han Heming held the little guy in his arms and coaxed him softly.

"Tell me where it hurts, and I'll help you take a look."

"Back"

Song Yanzhi's nasal, aggrieved voice suddenly struck Han Heming's heart.

Han Heming raised the lamp to look, and saw that the white clothes were stained with blood.

"What happened? Who bullied you?"

He carried Song Yanzhi and walked quickly into the room, feeling anxious and annoyed. She was injured so badly, and she hadn't said a word since he came back for a long time.

If he hadn't hurt her just now, how long would this little woman have kept it a secret from him?

"I was horsewhipped at the market."

Song Yanzhi's voice was a little unclear because Han Heming was pulling her clothes at this time.

"It's not serious. I'll just ask Mute Girl to apply medicine on me."

She held on to her clothes tightly, preventing Han Heming from taking them off.

"Let me see, and then tell me who hit you, and I'll go and vent your anger for you, be good, okay."

Han Heming was afraid of hurting her again, so he didn't force her to take it off, but coaxed her softly.

"No."

Although she and Han Heming had slept together once, she still could not accept letting Han Heming see her body.

However, as soon as she said the word "no", her body could no longer move.

Han Heming, this rough man, pressed her acupoints as soon as they disagreed with each other.

"Be good, Jiaojiao. I'll just take a look, just one glance."

Judging from the bloodstains that just appeared, there were quite a few wounds. Han Heming was really worried, so he resorted to this last resort.

When a five or six-inch long whip mark appeared on the jade-white skin, running from the shoulder to the back, Han Heming felt his heart aching.

Damn, who is so bold?

When he finds out, he will make that person pay back tenfold.

"Jiaojiao, the wound has split. I'll apply some gold medicine on you."

Song Yanzhi was so angry that she didn't want to talk. This man took off her clothes at every turn and really treated her as his wife.

The golden medicine was sprinkled over the wound, irritating it, and Song Yanzhi gasped in pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, did I hurt you?"

Han Heming's voice came, nervous.

"Jiaojiao, I didn't press your mute point, you can speak."

Han Heming didn't understand why Song Yanzhi ignored him.