"Grandmother, he is not my father, then who is he?" Chen Qingyun walked up to him and comfortedly supported the old lady, looked at Shen Zhifeng lying on the bed, looking very sad: "How could this happen suddenly? What’s going on, Aunt Wang, please deal with it. I will help my grandmother down to rest. I guess she is too sad.”

Wang Qingrui saw Chen Qingyun's dark eyes and felt a thrill in her heart. She understood what she meant. While the nanny was not careful, she got rid of the shackles and got up from the ground: "Yes, the old lady is too sad and she starts to talk nonsense. Talked."

The old lady grabbed Chen Qingyun's arm and took her to the bedside: "Qingyun, come and see, your father has a birthmark on his left hand. This is a fake. It must be Aunt Wang who killed your father. I just found such a person to come over and try to distort the real thing."

Chen Qingyun seemed a little scared, glanced at the old lady, and coaxed her: "Grandma, isn't the birthmark there? If Aunt Wang found a fake guy, how could she kill him again? Alas, I'll help you down and take a break, and then we'll say slowly, okay?"

"No, that birthmark is fake, fake!"

Chen Qingyun didn't care what she said, signaling Zhenzhu to come forward, and the two of them helped the old lady together to take her out of the house.

The nanny was also a little at a loss. In her eyes, the one on the bed was Shen Zhifeng herself. She stood there and looked at the old lady like this, her eyes couldn't help but turn red. She lost her son in her old age. No wonder the old lady was like this.

Seeing that no one believed what she said, the old lady's lips were trembling and tears flowed. When she saw Wang Qingrui standing on her face with pride, her heart suddenly became angry.

"ah!"

Wang Qingrui screamed and saw the old lady suddenly pounce on her, pinching Wang Qingrui's neck with her hands, and her vicious expression seemed to be a life-seeking ghost: "I want to kill you, bitch, to avenge my son!"

"Quick, I won't hold back the old lady!"

At this moment, Wang Qingrui also reacted and reached out to pull the old lady's hair, causing her hair to be scattered, but she just refused to let go, pinching Wang Qingrui rolled her eyes.

Chen Qingyun shouted loudly, and the servants next to him woke up as if they were in a dream and went forward to fight.

After finally pulling the two of them apart, the old lady gasped and exhausted, and fainted when she turned her eyes, which made the maids exclaim.

Everyone carried the old lady down to rest. Aunt Wang sat on the chair on the side, covering her neck with her in shock.

Chen Qingyunping stepped back and walked up to ask Wang Qingrui: "Is it your poison?"

Wang Qingrui covered her face and shook her head: "Miss, it's really not me. How could I poison the master to death? This is not good for me at all."

"What's going on with Xiaoqiu?"

"Xiaoqiu..." Wang Qingrui gritted her teeth and admitted: "I just wanted to drug the old lady and let her lie on the bed without the poison that killed people. Miss, I really don't know what's going on. , I was shocked when I heard that the master was dead."

Chen Qingyun nodded and said that she understood. She sent someone to give the doctor a piece of silver: "I don't know how my father died?"

The doctor of the government weighed the heavy purse, looked at Chen Qingyun's cold face and was stunned, understanding it: "The master suddenly had a heart attack and had no time to treat it, it had nothing to do with others."

Chen Qingyun smiled. Seeing this, the doctor in the palace breathed a sigh of relief, bowed, prescribed a sanitary medicine for the old lady and left.

"Pearls, prepare them according to the shape they should have."

"Yes, Miss."

......

"Shen Zhifeng" is dead.

When the news spread, many people were shocked.

After hearing this, Han Rou sat blankly on the bed, not knowing what she was thinking.

Madam Chen, who was standing beside her, thought she was sad and comforted her: "Miss, I'm separated from you. No matter whether he is dead or alive, it has nothing to do with us anymore."

In Madam Chen's heart, this is just a retribution for evil.

"Don't worry, ma'am." Han Rou smiled bitterly: "I just feel a little emotional. Things are impermanent. Once a person dies, what is love, hate, love, and status in his life? What we can do is the present Live smoothly.”

She was just worried about Qingyun, and suddenly she wanted to see Xiao Jue and see a peaceful and peaceful person.

The mourning hall of the Duke's mansion was set up, and white curtains were hung around it. Some people came to mourn, but most of them were just watching the show.

The old lady had a high fever and was confused all day long and couldn't get up in bed. Everyone understood this. After all, it was a white-haired man who sent a black-haired man, so no one cared about it.

Wang Qingrui went to serve on the surface crying and fed the medicine step by step, looking very concerned, but in fact, she felt very happy when she saw the old lady drinking the soup with added ingredients every day.

Chen Qingyun did not interfere with what she did, after all, she also wanted to cause something else during this period.

Chen Sisi was wearing a mourning clothes and knelt in the mourning hall for a long time. She was really sad, but she also breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, she had already married Jiang Lin, otherwise it would be difficult.

During this period, Shen Zhifeng and Mrs. Jiang Hou were really guarded in the countryside yard, and the food and clothing cost were based on the ordinary people. Shen Zhifeng was gradually forced to accept the hunger strike and resistance from the beginning.

But in just a short period of time, he was extremely thin, and the double blows of mental and physical strength made him unbearable. Fortunately, Mrs. Jiang's belly became bigger and bigger day by day, and she was still a little looking forward to it.

Chen Qingyun naturally had to convey such a major news to the Duke's Mansion.

Shen Zhifeng was stunned.

The fake one died, which means that he is dead in everyone's eyes. Even if he returns to the Duke's Mansion now, he may not be able to be his Duke's father.

How ridiculous he is to prove that he is himself!

Suddenly he was hit, Shen Zhifeng was extremely desperate and fell ill.

......

Somewhere, Han Yu also received news of "Shen Zhifeng"'s death. He was bandaging his wound and a palm wind hit the kneeling person.

"You sent someone to do it right? Why did you make a decision without authorization?"

The man covered his chest and coughed violently. When he looked up, he saw the cold wind that used to be: "Master, I am also for your peace of mind. You are too anxious."

He knelt on the ground again, lowered his head and said, "As long as Duke Chen dies, Miss Chen needs to be mourned for three years before she can get married. If you don't take action, you will not have time no matter what. Even without King Li, someone else will marry you. Miss Chen, are you so eager for quick success and instant benefits just want to return to her as soon as possible?"
Chapter completed!