There are no stars in the dark night, the breeze is coming, and the rich fragrance of begonia flowers in the yard is refreshing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Zeng Yong's nose moved, and his eyes fell on the two begonia trees in the corner, and he said in an urn voice: "This begonia flower fragrance is rich." ”

Song Yanzhao followed his eyes and looked over, in the dark night, two begonia flowers more than one person tall were swaying in the wind, the shadows of the trees were swaying, and a house near the begonia tree revealed a dim light.

The door opened, and a girl in white sat in front of her, holding a book in one hand and looking at the things on the table with the other.

The hand holding the book was white and tender, which made Zeng Yong, a rough man who led soldiers all the year round, inexplicably think of the four words "slender hands".

Zeng Yong couldn't help but take two steps forward, approaching the house, and at the same time, waving his hand to let the two personal soldiers he brought in search of other rooms.

In fact, the small courtyard was really small, and he had already walked to the door three or two steps away.

The closer you get to the door, the more intense the fragrance of begonia flowers becomes.

The girl sitting in front of the book was picturesque, her complexion was as white as jade, and there were two maids next to the table, sitting and standing.

The sitting maid in Tsing Yi was studying ink, and seemed to be dozing off little by little because it was late at night.

The red-clothed girl standing rolled her eyes, and pointed at the forehead of the handmaiden in Tsing Yi, looking like she hated iron but not steel.

The maid in Tsing Yi raised her eyes and glanced at her, and then continued to doze off with half-squinted eyes, and little by little, her head seemed to be planted in the inkstone on the table, and people couldn't help but laugh.

A middle-aged woman walked under the corridor, with a beautiful appearance, and when she saw Song Yanzhao and Zeng Yong standing at the door, she whispered, "Third master, in the middle of the night, why did you enter the backyard and bring a stranger in?"

The woman's voice was slightly panicked, with a hint of anger, and her sharp eyes glared at the strange man who suddenly broke in.

Zeng Yong suddenly felt that he had become an unrestrained guest in the middle of the night.

The woman's voice was heard by everyone in the house.

The girl who had been sitting looked up.

Zeng Yong only felt that the girl's eyes were like a pool of clear spring water, shining sparkling in the dark night, clear and translucent, her eyes stayed on her for a moment, and turned to Song Yanzhao.

The girl's eyebrows bent, and she stood up and greeted her, "Brother, why are you here?"

Brother, the corners of Song Yanzhao's mouth twitched twice, giving Mu Jin a meaningful look.

Because of the girl's movement, the maid in red was also busy coming over to salute, and when she turned around, she pinched the maid in Tsing Yi who was still dozing.

The maid in Tsing Yi was excited, sobered up, and hurriedly wanted to stand up, but because of panic, she knocked over the inkstone on the table.

All the ink in the inkstone was sprinkled on her body, and the cyan dress suddenly became black, and the inkstone rolled off her body and fell on her feet.

The maid in Tsing Yi screamed miserably, hurriedly overturned the chair again, and fell to the ground in embarrassment.

The girl frowned, as if she couldn't bear to look at it directly, and felt that her maid was so clumsy, and her expression was a little embarrassed, "Yingniang, red peony, go and help the holly up and go to rest." ”

The maid in red answered, and went into the house with the middle-aged woman to help the maid in green clothes who fell to the ground.

Only then did the girl turn around and blessed her body, "The maid is formless, and she is smiling." ”

Her voice is crisp and pleasant, and the listener is particularly comfortable.

Song Yanzhao introduced: "This is Lord Zeng who is stationed in Shinan, and he said that there are thieves nearby, so bring someone to search for it, don't be afraid." ”

A flash of surprise flashed in the girl's eyes, and she quickly raised her eyes to glance at Zeng Yong, and then lowered her head again, as if she was surprised why she came to search for thieves in the middle of the night, and she was not the murderer who killed and sold goods.

Zeng Yong's face stiffened for a moment.

Ying Niang and Red Peony had already helped Holly to walk out, and when he passed by Zeng Yong, his nose moved, and the thick smell of rosin ink on Holly's body mixed with the rich fragrance of begonia flowers wafted by, his brows furrowed, and he glanced at Holly.

Seeing that her face was slightly pale, she was supported by the two of them, her steps were limping, and she screamed low with every step, obviously she had just been smashed in the foot.

"It's a lesson to keep you dozing. Red Peony helped her and gave her an angry lesson.

Holly grinned and replied: "Okay, don't teach me, my feet are about to die of pain, it is estimated that I will be blue, you can rub it for me." ”

As they spoke, the three of them entered a nearby room, which had been searched by their own soldiers and found nothing.

Seeing that the lights were lit up in the house, there was a low scream from the maidservant girl for a moment, "Ouch, it hurts, you lighten it." ”

Zeng Yong withdrew his gaze and looked at Mu Jin, "I wonder if I can go into the lady's room and have a look?"

Song Yanzhao's face sank, "Lord Zeng, how can outsiders enter the room of my daughter's house casually? If there are no thieves, what should adults do?"

Zeng Yong arched his hand, with a righteous face, "Zeng's duty is not afraid of the defense of men and women, if there is no trace of thieves, Zeng apologizes to the lady and the adult." ”

Mu Jin smiled slightly and comforted Song Yanzhao: "Brother, it's okay, the furnishings in my room are simple, Lord Zeng can see at a glance, there is no place to hide things, let alone Tibetans." ”

With that, he walked in first.

Song Yanzhao followed in with a calm face, and Zeng Yong followed.

The furnishings in the room are as simple as the girl said, a bed and a couch, a table and a table, and a few chairs, which are clear at a glance.

The room exuded the smell of rosin ink that had just been knocked over by the maidservant, Zeng Yong stood at the door, glanced around, but suddenly his nose moved, and his eyes looked at Mu Jin fixedly, "Why do I smell a faint smell of blood in this room?

His nose has always been sensitive, just now in the thick scent of ink, mixed with a faint smell of blood, the taste is very light, very light, and when he sniffs carefully, he can only smell the scent of ink and the fragrance of begonia flowers.

Mu Jin smiled slightly and exclaimed, "The nose of the adult is really sensitive. ”

As he spoke, he gently rolled up his sleeves, revealing a snow-like wrist.

Song Yanzhao's face sank, and he stepped forward, "What are you doing?"

Mu Jin smiled, "I was idle tonight, so I thought about cutting two summer clothes, who knew that my hands and feet were clumsy, and I accidentally hurt my arm with scissors." ”

As he spoke, the sleeves had been lifted off the crook of his arm, revealing a coiled white cloth, and the white cloth was faintly revealing red bloodstains.

Song Yanzhao stepped forward with a dark face and ripped off her sleeves, and looked at Zeng Yong coldly, "Lord Zeng has also checked, what abnormalities have you found now?"

Zeng Yong looked a little embarrassed, and retreated from the room with his hands.

The cool night breeze made him sober up a little, and his eyes couldn't help revealing a trace of doubt.

Huang Qiye's men told him that they saw the two assassins enter this alley, and the most suspicious thing in this alley was this courtyard.

But his people searched inside and out, but found nothing.

"Lord Zeng must be very disappointed, right?" Song Yanzhao stood behind him and looked at him coldly.

Zeng Yong turned around, and the young man stood on the steps with his hands in his hands, looking at him condescendingly, his eyes were as cold as frost.

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