Cheng Ji always felt that something was wrong, so he pushed the door in, but it was too late. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The vision in front of him made him too late to react, only to see a messy ornaments and cups broken and incomplete, the residual candle oil wax flowed all over the ground, messy everywhere, a good master bedroom of the prince has been turned upside down, Sima Xi fell unconscious on the bed, and the nightshade has long disappeared.

Cheng Ji hurriedly went over to rescue Sima Xi, and hurriedly sent the imperial doctor to come to the consultation, but he was not worried about his life at the beginning, but he was dizzy. "It's as red as a knife. Cheng Ji sighed in his heart, knowing that this woman would have something big when she came late at night, but the prince did not refuse.

"She's just relying on this king to have affection for her!" After Sima Xi woke up, the first sentence was this sentence, and when he said this, he gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth, as sharp as an eagle, and only made the heart of the imperial doctor who treated him tremble three times, and then he jumped off the bed angrily, ignoring the acupuncture that the imperial doctor still applied to his skin, and pulled it out casually, so frightened that the imperial doctor quickly knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head.

Cheng Ji knew what Sima Xi was thinking, so he only followed him silently and ran out of the bedroom, he had already gone to investigate, but he didn't dare to say, in this case, it was not appropriate for him to say anything, and it was best to ask Sima Xi to find out the truth by himself.

Sure enough, the secret letter sent from the north was gone!

Sima Xi threw the copper three-legged beast incense burner on the desk in the study and threw it to the ground, the copper incense burner could not be broken, but the movement was very large, "bang" sound, like hitting the flood bell, Cheng Ji was shocked in his heart, and he hung his head and served beside Sima Xi and did not dare to make a sound.

Sima Xizhi stood stunned in the study for half an hour without moving, and after a long time, he said solemnly: "Go and find Jian Cong and Shu Yang!"

Cheng Ji was shocked, knowing that Sima Xi was furious, and said tremblingly: "Jian Cong and Shu Yang made a move...... Sima Wangye...... Did you take the life of the nightshade girl?"

"Chengji, this king has found that you are more and more talkative!"

"Cheng Ji doesn't dare!" Cheng Ji hurriedly knelt down.

"Do I need to report to you about the actions of this king's killer?" said Sima Xi, who angrily kicked Cheng Ji on the shoulder, causing others to roll over on their backs.

Cheng Ji didn't dare to cry out in pain, knowing that Sima Xi was angry, and it was reasonable to beat and scold, so he quickly straightened up and crawled over, and said repeatedly: "The old servant doesn't dare to ...... The old servant didn't dare to ......"

"No matter who entrusted her to come to Nanling Mansion to steal, she can steal it, but she may not be able to crack it!" Sima Xi gently stirred the corners of his lips and smiled, now the encryption machine on the letterhead had become his last line of defense.

The meeting with the black-clothed killer of the Hu people was carried out overnight and secretly in Sima Xi's bright study, Cheng Ji was guarding outside, what the people said, Cheng Ji didn't know, and he couldn't guess, the key is that Sima Xi still has some true feelings for Nightshade, or whether it will look at the true identity of Princess Nankang, the incarnation of Princess Nankang cares about the old feelings, Cheng Ji followed Sima Xi for dozens of cold and summer, and he has already been able to pinch and calculate, but when it comes to Sima Xi's love, he doesn't dare to say that it is accurate.

Then, the blazing fire ignited in the Kuiling Pavilion.

Long Kui received Fu Xuan's instructions to go to the Nanling Royal Mansion to steal, but there was only a few hours between it, and since she was able to walk with her Kwai Ling Pavilion, there was also an interval of about a considerable amount of time.

The fire was lit in the morning, and the fire was caused by someone throwing fire into her vine-overgrown backyard, which had always been longed for nature, and only allowed the vines of melons and fruits to grow freely, and the plants and trees were roasted in the summer when they were dehydrated, and the weather was dry, and the whole building was surrounded by raging flames when it was scarce.

At that time, the nightshade happened to go to the street to buy ordinary gold sore medicine to heal the wounds, whether Sima Xi ordered the Hu killer to deliberately avoid her when he set fire, or whether the nightshade happened to avoid it when he was lucky, it is not known, but the nightshade so conspicuously went to Wuyi Lane immediately after the harvest, that is, she directly pointed out to Sima Xi that she had turned against the side that Sima Xi had ordered him to spy on.

When the two black-clothed killers came back to restore their lives, Sima Xi only asked, "How does that woman look?"

"Returning home, when Shu Yang and Jian came back, the woman had not yet appeared, and the two of us did not dare to stay there for a long time, but when we left, we saw that the house was surrounded by fire. Shu Yang's tone of voice was still not as fluent as that of the Han people in the Central Plains, and he added, "That house burns very fragrantly." ”

Sima Xi thought for a moment and bowed slightly: "Well done, you go down, help me keep an eye on the movements of the Nanling Palace, that young man named Zhi Zhi is not to be afraid, he is a messenger to do things for the son, the Lord wants to keep an eye on that Xie Fuxuan, if there is any trouble, report to me immediately!"

"The one named Richer Zhi seems to have a stiff relationship with Xie Fuxuan. "Jane followed.

"So, that's even better. But lest this is not Xie Fuxuanshi's trick. ”

"Yes. Subordinates understand. ”

Nightshade stood quietly in front of the Kwai Ling Pavilion, raising his eyes to see that the Kwai Ling Pavilion had already been surrounded by fire. Earlier, it was found that the person who walked the water had already brought buckets of water to pour water to extinguish the fire, but the fire was too big to help, so he had to wait for these old trees to be burned before it was extinguished.

If she still has some beautiful thoughts about the world, it is to teach the piano and stroke the piano. In the Kwai Ling Pavilion, there are all kinds of self-composed or collected piano scores, all kinds of ingenious and exquisite out-of-print guqins, those fine sandalwood utensils, naturally these are all real objects, but they are illusory, and what is really destroyed is the hard work she has poured into here day and night.

This elegant, quaint and slightly dilapidated pavilion carries too much. She had been in this night and night to welcome the nobles and sons, and here alone with the ancient Buddha of the green lantern cross-legged companionship, joy, anger and sorrow, all engraved on the pillar that was still wrapped in purple and red satin at that time.

The flames were eating away at the carved pillars of the house unbridled and rampantly, and she watched as if her own own child had created a man to scavenge a little bit of flesh and blood, and every time she scavenged, she would show you the piece of flesh he scraped off. She couldn't help it.

Billowing smoke filled the entire flower street, like a cyan dragon soaring into the air. From time to time, you can see one or two blue brocade silk cloth floating out of it, and everyone in the audience will shout in unison, and Nightshade knows that it is the curtain of the piano hall on the first floor. The daytime of the flower street has never been so lively, the crowds are crowded inside and out, everyone is poking their heads to look at the nightshade, but they are afraid of something, only from the place where she is standing unconsciously three feet away, forming a black pressure crescent-shaped human formation behind her.

"Don't you know that Miss Nightshade has offended someone...... How can someone retaliate like this......" someone in the crowd gossiped.

"But the nightshade girl has long since retired and is no longer a geisha...... Who can such a simple person offend?"

"The person who dares to set fire to the nightshade girl here must be ...... a lot of money"

"Fortunately, she has nothing to do, with the net worth of Miss Nightshade, it is easy to build a better Kwai Ling Pavilion......"

"Where does she have money, all the money is burned in the house!"

Those trivial words were not light or serious, and the nightshade heard them all, and only let them speak, her innocent and arrogant expression was still indifferent, she was not hysterical, she didn't even say a word, and she didn't shed a single tear.

It wasn't until today that she looked at the fire and understood one thing. Whether this is Jiaoye Fang or Kwai Ling Pavilion, even if it has changed thousands of names and thousands of façade styles, it still can't be called a "home" here.

The real great sorrow is silent, and the heart is dead.

The Kwai Ling Pavilion can be rebuilt, the piano music can be recomposed, and those out-of-print objects are allowed to be refound, but if the heart is dead, can it be recast?