Chapter 161 Xiang Mei Niang for the answer

Chapter 161: Ask for the answer from Mei Niang

Fengmei and others left Zhang's house and walked on the way back to the villa. Along the way, Fengmei kept her head down and said nothing. She didn't know what she was thinking and frowned.

The more I looked at it, the more curious I became. I couldn't help asking, "Sister Feng, what are you thinking about with your head down all the way?"

Fengmei raised her head in surprise, looked at the charm, and then glanced at other colleagues. She found that they were all looking at her doubtfully. Fengmei smiled awkwardly and said, "Nothing, I'm just thinking about that Meijuan."

When Feng Yun heard it, she joked, "Why are you thinking about Meijuan? Aren't you thinking about the handsome Mr. Zhang?

When Fengmei heard it, she was helpless and funny. She hit Feng Yun angrily and said, "I'm thinking about that Meijuan. I always feel that there is something wrong with her."

Yinlong also nodded indifferently and said, "I also think that Meijuan doesn't seem to be a fuel-efficient lamp. What do you think, the city owner?"

Jin Ling nodded and said, "There seems to be something wrong with that Mei Niang."

Fengmei continued, "I think we should start with that Mei Niang. Sometimes what we see is not necessarily the truth."

Looking at Fengmei puzzledly, she asked, "Sister Feng, what do you mean by this?"

Fengmei said, "Although Mr. Zhang said that the relationship between Mei Niang and her mother-in-law is very good, in my experience, there are very few chipmothers who can sincerely treat their non-birth daughters. I think we have to start from Meijuan and her mother in any case. Maybe we can really find any clues."

Yinlong said, "This is a direction, and the most important thing is that we must figure out what the poison of Mei Niang is?"

Lan Yu said helplessly, "But that Mei Niang has been dead for several years, and now I'm afraid there is only a pile of white bones left. How can I find out?"

Silver Dragon said, "Even if it is a pile of white bones, you can find some clues, city lord, what do you think?"

Silver Dragon looked at Jin Ling. Jin Ling thought for a moment and said, "Now I can only find some clues from Mei Niang, but I don't know what Mr. Long is going to do?"

Silver Dragon meditated for a while and said firmly, "Open the coffin for autopsy?"

"What?" Feng Mei looked at the silver dragon in surprise, but then thought that if she wanted to find the answer from the dead, she had to open the coffin for autopsy.

Jin Ling was also shocked by Yinlong's words. He looked at Yinlong and said, "I'm afraid this is a little difficult. We need to discuss with the Du family first."

Yinlong said, "I think they will agree. Let's go back and discuss it for a while and then go to Dufu to have a look."

So, in the afternoon, they rushed to Du's house non-stop. Obviously, Mrs. Du didn't welcome them very much, but for the sake of the owner of Jinling City, it was not convenient to turn them away.

"I don't know what's the matter with the city owner bringing so many people to the house?" Mrs. Du sat opposite Jin Ling, with a heavy face and asked in a bad tone.

Jin Ling deliberately ignored Mrs. Du's bad deeds and said kindly, "We learned that the daughter Du Mei Niang was accidentally injured by a traitor, so we came to your house to inquire about the situation. We hope Mrs. Du will tell us according to the truth."

Mr. Zhang pointed to Mei Niang's grave and said, "This is Mei Niang's resting place. I hope you can be careful and don't disturb Mei Niang."

Feng Mei couldn't help looking at Mei Niang's grave and said, "It's lucky for three lifetimes for Mei Niang to meet such a affectionate and righteous person in this life. I think Mei Niang will be happy."

Yinlong took a look at Mr. Zhang and said, "Then we'll do it. Don't worry, Mr. Zhang. We won't disturb Mei Niang."

After saying that, the silver dragon made a color to the blue rain. The blue rain took the shovel beside him and began to dig the grave. Jin Ling stood aside silently and looked at them, while Mr. Zhang looked painful, as if the silver dragon was not digging the grave, but digging his heart at once.