Leng Yuyuan's mood has been very depressed these days. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Originally, the day of returning to Beijing to report on his work and receiving the reward was only half a month, and after the emperor personally summoned him, he had to go back to Yunzhou in ten days, but he could not receive the order of the military department for a long time, so he could only wait in the house.

He thinks a lot about it these days.

But no matter how much I think about it, I can't solve the inner entanglement.

Qing'er's strangeness and coldness made it difficult for him to ignore, and the gradual distance from Qing'er made him powerless.

Qing'er, who originally needed his protection and his pity, suddenly became so dazzling, and there was Shangguan Qianyu by her side, who was equally dazzling, what could he give Qing'er?

He once went to talk to his best brother, Silver-Faced Langjun, who stood in the afterglow of the setting sun, and after listening to his troubles, he didn't say anything, but plucked a green leaf and covered his eyes.

Then, he looked at Leng Yuyuan with a clear gaze and threw the leaf away.

The whole process, not a word was spoken.

This strange behavior made Leng Yuyuan very puzzled.

He knew that this brother was busy, and he was embarrassed to bother him with these things about himself every day, so he closed himself in the house.

Since that day, Bai Xiaoxi has never been to the Zhennan General's Mansion, let alone met him.

At this moment, Leng Yuyuan was practicing swords in his yard.

When you are depressed, you don't think about some things clearly, and when you are depressed, sweating is also a way to relieve yourself, and sword practice is the first choice.

A set of swordsmanship was made by Leng Yuyuan to sneer at the windy, dignified and powerful, and the sword light was swirling, and no one would doubt at all that the gorgeous snow-white sword net light cluster was a life-killing flower that could strangle people's lives.

But just then, someone suddenly rushed in.

The person who rushed in was Leng Yuyuan's personal servant, very clever, and he had always been taken by Leng Yuyuan's side, even if he went to Yunzhou, the little guy named Yinchen was also with him to take care of his daily life.

At this moment, he was flustered, his face was pale, and he rushed over sweating, and shouted urgently: "World...... Shizi!"

Leng Yuyuan's figure who was still practicing his sword was suddenly retracted, he knew that when he was practicing his sword, if there was something important, Yin Chen would not come to interrupt.

And Yin Chen's face at this time was extremely ugly, but he was afraid that things were not small.

Some bad premonitions welled up in his heart, and he couldn't care about the internal force that was still surging in his body because he was too impatient, and said in a deep voice: "What happened?"

Yinchen gasped unevenly, looking anxious, but he couldn't spit out clearly: "Out...... Something happened!"

Leng Yuyuan said: "What's the matter?

Yinchen didn't care if he was out of breath, and said intermittently: "I...... Miss Bai...... He's dead...... Men in Black...... Corpse ......"

Leng Yuyuan was taken aback, took a step forward, grabbed Yin Chen's shoulder, and said, "What did you say?"

Miss Bai, Bai Xiaoxi?

What man in black? What is dead and alive? Whose body?

Leng Yuyuan only felt that his heart was raised high, his eyes were sharp, his face was terrifying, and the worry in his eyes was overwhelming.

Yinchen burst into tears and said sadly: "I...... I had just seen Miss Bai walking down the street with a depressed expression on the street, when several men in black suddenly rushed out of the mouth of an alley, and I saw them stab a dagger into Miss Bai's chest...... Then he covered her with a bag, saying that he would take the body to the City God Temple so that no one could find her. ”