The petite wife in ancient Alpha

This night was not peaceful, Ling Zhi had a dream again, he dreamed that the quilt was covered in soft cotton fabric, the sunlight penetrated very softly, and a soft and tender little hand was rubbing his belly.

It was itchy, and he wanted to laugh.

But then, he died.

The next day, in the corner.

Until he stepped out of the six doors, the disbelief on Ling Zhi's face was still hanging on his face. He turned his head and said to Tong Hu very seriously; "I saw him many times when I was a child, but it was really a little bit at the time of the autopsy. I didn't even recognize it..."

If someone hadn't seen the notice and told Song Qi to identify the body, Ling Zhi would not have believed that the deceased was Song Mu, the youngest son of Song Langzhong.

Who is Song Mu?Back then, the son-in-law who "married" to Mengsang City in a beautiful way would be discussed as a bombshell when he returned home during the holidays, and who has never seen Song Mu's face as white and fat as a full moon?

The body that was carried back was obviously like a dry old radish, with green hairs growing from the damp, it was rotten sour, it was obviously impossible to beat it!

Ling Zhi didn't recognize him, and Tong Hu's eyes were even darker. He was famous for his eyes that were higher than the top, and he didn't look at people when he walked. He didn't even pay attention to what Song Mu looked like.

However, it is not uncommon for people who have been exposed to poison throughout the ages without exception, their facial features and temperament will suddenly turn sick.

Following Ling Zhi into the carriage, Tong Hu replied in a non-emotional tone: "In his early forties, he looks older than his father. Without a ten-year relationship, who would recognize him?"

"That's true." Ling Zhi moved his butt/butt to the side to give Tong Hukong a place, "Mr. Song must have known and not reported this time. His son is like that. He has been a doctor for most of his life. How could he not be able to see it. "

"It's one thing to see it, but it's another thing to ignore it. If you can't bear it, it involves the phrase that a tiger's poison does not eat its child."

Tong Hu was fine when he said it, and his eyes darkened a little after he finished speaking.

What people say is that tigers are poisonous and don’t eat their cubs. They didn’t say that tigers would abandon weak cubs and let them fend for themselves...

Watched by the mighty and majestic Shi Suanni, the thin carriage trembled towards Yanjin Gate.

The watchman who reported to the official yesterday lived in Deqing Lane near Yanjin Gate. Deqing Lane intersects with Linfu Street, the only way out of the city. It is far more prosperous than Jingshun Lane. As for the alleys, there are three or four households living in a yard.

The first shop in the alley is Longpingzhai, a well-known and time-honored jujube cake shop. Whether it is a scholar coming to Beijing to catch an exam, a businessman traveling to and from the capital city, or an escort traveling a long way, they will buy a few yuan when they pass by this place.

Jujube Cake, not only has the beautiful meaning of going to high school early, but also has the feeling of longing for returning home early, not to mention the taste and taste.

Tianxiang floated into the carriage along the crack of the curtain, and Ling Zhi, who had had breakfast too early, was still hooked. He bumped his knee against Tong Hu's leg, swallowed and said, "Do you want to eat?"

Ling Zhi has the awareness to take the initiative to treat guests since he was a child, and whenever the two coins in his hands can make a sound, Ling Zhi will spend them on Tong Hu.

Even so, Tong Hu still ignored him, rewarding him with a series of big kicks every now and then.

If it is placed in today's society, Ling Zhi's dedication to thankless things without complaint or regret can be called peerless dog licking.

But it wags its tail and is obsessed with pleasing its master. It is very happy in itself, and the master is more or less rare about it. Can you still call it cheap?Isn't it just a warm and sticky little baby?

Eight years ago, he was obsessed with ghosts and went blind. Eight years later, his blindness will be cured. Doesn't this reflect it?

Calling to stop the carriage, Tong Hu slapped Ling Zhi's cheeks before getting out of the carriage, and followed his wife's wishes, "I'll eat as soon as you eat."

At this time, there were not many people in line at Longping Zhai, only four or five people in front, Ling Zhi patted the shriveled money bag on his waist and secretly sighed, the tongue of a greedy ghost, the life of a poor ghost, a perforated old stomach, a bottomless pit.

Ling Zhi was chanting a jingle in his heart, and Tong Hu's breath hit his ear, "Do you see the vase on the red lacquered cabinet on the right side of the room familiar?"

"vase?"

Finding what Tong Hu was pointing at, Ling Zhi's eyes quickly fell on the jade pot spring vase with a hanging belly and round feet.

Ling Zhiqian curled his lips and whispered, "It's right to give Qian back."

As soon as the woman with the child in front withdrew, Ling Zhi immediately stepped forward and smiled so brightly, "Shopkeeper, give us four yuan."

"Okay!" Seeing Ling Zhi's happy smile, the shopkeeper's tone became more enthusiastic, and he asked intimately, "Pack together, or four yuan for two?"

"Make two copies, thank you." Ling Zhi deliberately delayed the time, poking Tong Hu with his elbow, "Our vase is out of date, look at how unique it is."

"The one in our family has been used for many years, and it is inevitable to be outdated." Tong Hu understood a little bit, and then said euphemistically: "It looks like a new style at first glance, so I don't know how much it is."

"Where are the new styles, they are all eliminated by others, and they are not worth any money." The businessman knows the height of his eyebrows best, and after handing the jujube cake to Ling Zhi, he went to receive the copper coins handed over by Tong Hu.

"How much did you get? If it's not too expensive, we'll find one and bring it back." He couldn't wait to take a bite of the jujube cake, Ling Zhi changed his previous stubbornness, and put his head on Tong Hu's arm, "Spring is here. Some flowers, good atmosphere."

The shopkeeper hissed, and recalled: "It seems to be about two pieces. I bought them at a second-hand shop in Fuchang Lane early last year. At that time, there were not many of them. You may not be able to buy the same ones now."

"Ah, that's a pity." Ling Zhi expressed regret.

"Go and have a look later, maybe Xinyi will be happy, and maybe other things." Tong Hu wiped off the maroon pastry crumbs from the corner of Ling Zhi's mouth, turned around and thanked the shopkeeper.

The two turned into Deqing Lane with their arms crossed, and then they smiled at each other and finished the jujube cake with a hearty meal.

Walking in the alley, the third yard from the count is the watchman's residence, knocking on the clapper at night, and naturally sleeping at home during the day.

Ling Zhi glanced into the low wall and saw two little girls kicking the shuttlecock while the other was sitting on a small bench and counting earnestly. Ling Zhi cleared his throat and went to the little girl who was counting. In front of him, he propped his hands on his knees and said softly: "Little sister, do you know where Uncle Liu Fang lives? I heard that he is sick, come and see."

The little girl's dark eyes moved from Ling Zhi's face to Tong Hu's body, she twisted her fingers and said timidly, "My grandpa is not sick."

Strictly speaking, the mere fact that the watchman was frightened cannot be called sick. Ling Zhi's question obviously had a purpose of probing, but since the little girl said that the watchman was not sick, he naturally had to continue in another way.

"Then grandpa was shocked, did anyone come to see it?"

Seeing the little girl getting up slowly, Ling Zhi thought that maybe her legs were numb from sitting for a long time, and instinctively stretched out her hand to pull, but the little girl was not bold enough to make physical contact with strangers, so she dodged and hid her hands behind her back.

"I've been here, Grandpa Song has been here." The little girl who kicked the shuttlecock stopped and played profusely, "But it's not to see Grandpa Liu, but to deliver medicine to Yan'er."

As soon as the word "Song" came out, Ling Zhi couldn't help turning his face to look at Tong Hu who was beside him. Tong Hu frowned slightly, as if he had guessed the same thing with him.

"Grandpa Song? Is it Song Qisong's doctor?" Ling Zhi calmly stretched out his right hand wrapped in a thin layer of bandage, and added, "He also showed the injury on my hand."

"It's Mr. Song Qi! Yan'er has suffered from wheezing since she was a child, and her health has improved a lot in the past two years." Unlike the watchman's granddaughter, the little girl looked like a tomboy, she answered straightforwardly without saying anything. It means to know everything.

Talking about this point, it doesn’t make much sense whether the watchman sees or doesn’t see you, but it’s all here, so there must be a formality, otherwise the child will call their parents if they see them finish talking. Catch the bad guys.

There was a knock at the door, but the watchman didn't seem to hear it, and his gray head was snoring evenly under the quilt.

Yan'er took small steps to walk in, first she called grandpa in a glutinous voice, then pushed her little hand on the watchman's waist, gently and gently with filial piety.

The place that was bigger than a palm was poor, and on the lacquered wooden table were medicine bags and two slightly damaged bowls and chopsticks. One of the bowls contained half an apple. stay.

There is no other furniture in the house except for two couches. A long bamboo pole is placed between the couches, and all the clothes of the four seasons are hung on it.

The watchman's family is so impoverished, and Song Qi is caught in it, which is enough to remove him from the suspicion of bribery and work, but also because of his involvement with Song Qi, this report has a hidden sense of loyalty.

"I don't know who you two are?" After waking up, seeing an outsider came to the house, all the muscles on the watchman's face were tense.

Hearing the sound, he withdrew his gaze from looking around, Ling Zhi took out his waist card to show off, and said in a cold voice: "Six doors, arrest Ling Zhi."

Sometimes when faced with older and inferior people, Ling Zhi will deliberately show that he is not easy to mess with, because some old guys will question the young police officers, and then rely on the old to sell their old ones and refuse to cooperate. He suffered from this in the early years and was surrounded by seven The group laughed at gossip.

Ling Zhi stared straight at the watchman, and the other party's expression of not knowing what to say fell into his eyes, which contributed to his strength.

"I wanted to ask you some questions, but I just talked to your granddaughter in the courtyard. Now you just need to tell me where the body was found, and the matter will be over."

The answer Ling Zhi wanted was not such bluffing nonsense as "near the Yanjin Gate", he asked about the second crime scene where Song Mu's body was found.

Song Qi has treated Yan'er for many years, and the two families have frequent exchanges, so it is impossible for the watchman to be unfamiliar with Song Mu.

And Song Mu died in front of the city gate as an official who reported to the watchman, and Song Qi personally came to the door to deliver the medicine on the day the body was recognized, so Yan'er's illness is so urgent?If you really want to go to the fire room in a hurry, why is the medicine package unopened and placed on the table in its original form?

After a long stalemate with Ling Zhi, the watchman unconsciously changed his face, as if covered with a thick layer of snow-white wheat flour, and even his purple-black lips, which had been staying up late all year round, faded a little.

He could hear Ling Zhi's intention to slip through the net, but this did not completely dispel his worries. Now that the world is getting worse, people's hearts are not the same as before. What if the two catchers in front of him were sent by the adult in the carriage to defraud him? To be honest, it's not a pity for him to kick his old leg and close his eyes to die, but what about Yan'er?Yan'er is still so small...