The person who entered the tent was startled, opened his mouth wide and was about to speak, and after seeing the "Wu Yu" covered in blood on the ground, the hand holding the food box trembled, and he fell all over the porcelain flowers. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Ping Pong porcelain shattered, Wu Dali, who was full of murderous face, finally recovered from his previous complicated emotions, and when he saw Wu Yu standing at the door in a daze, he strode forward and slapped him vigorously with the corner of his clothes, and shouted at his younger brother:

"Where the fuck did you go! I fucking thought you were dead!"

Wu Yu was slapped by his brother and his eyes were golden, covering his face, his mouth was wide open and he couldn't speak, and before he could slow down, he was grabbed by the red-eyed Wu Dali with both hands and hugged him in his arms.

Listening to his brother's voice like a whimper and crying, Wu Yu was completely stunned with a red mark of a slap, I don't know if it was pain or fright, and immediately cried with a sad face, and also shed tears.

After the two brothers had collected their emotions, Wu Dali also explained the cause and effect to his younger brother, and King Jing had simply finished examining the corpse on the ground.

The spasms, the gnashing of teeth, the howling, the purple and black handwriting, all the same process as the people who died before.

"Lord Wang...... How's it going?" Wu Dali finished venting his emotions, and his IQ became much more normal, and his eyes looked at the corpse by three points more ruthless than usual.

King Jing shook his head, motioned for someone to accept it, and explained to Wu Dali: "Find the source, as well as the people he has been in contact with in the previous month." ”

Wu Dali should be, Wu Yu, whose eyes and cheeks were a little red and swollen on the side, glanced at the corpse on the ground timidly, and suddenly sighed, and said uncertainly: "I look at this person...... Kind of familiar. ”

Wu Dali looked at his younger brother with a mentally retarded look, Wu Yu has always been a head and tail in his work, and everyone is familiar with it, at this moment, he actually feels very familiar with this corpse?

Wu Yu's curiosity rose, regardless of his brother's strange eyes, his fear of the corpse also subsided a little, and he poked his head to take a few looks, the bruised and bruised "Wu Yu" had ordinary facial features, which belonged to the kind that would be forgotten immediately even if he met once.

Wu Yu suddenly screamed, pointed to the corpse, and stammered, "I know!"

"Who is it? Have you seen it?"

Wu Dali asked anxiously, with a hint of resentment in his tone, he was afraid that if he found the initiator, he would swing his fist and teach the other party a hard lesson.

"This is a recruit from the team next door, I've seen it a few times. Wu Yuhu looked at him suspiciously, nodded, and said to King Jing and Wu Dali with great certainty, "I don't know the name, but because he always walks in the same line, when he was scolded in the past, Brother Daegu and I always made fun of him." ”

With the direction of the search, the next process is much easier.

Wu Yu, who received King Jing's order, walked out of the big tent with a swollen face, and began to send orders to screen the recruits next door, and the corpses in the tent were quickly dragged down for disposal, and even the people in the room brought a bucket of water, wiped the blood on the ground several times and retreated.

Only King Jing and Wu Dali were left in the tent.

"Lord Wang, how do you know...... Is there a conspiracy?"

Wu Dali was still a little afraid, looking at King Jing's eyes, and unconsciously a little more admired.

King Jing sat on the seat, smiled lightly, picked up the chopsticks, rummaged through a few times, and a corner of the meal revealed a very small piece of peanut crumbs.

"Let's get the food out. King Jing looked at the food, he didn't seem to be hungry, put down his chopsticks, thought about it, and said to Wu Dali, "Those dead people, when they die, their faces will turn black. The one just now was pale, his hands and feet were black, but his face was still the same. ”

That's why I found out that there was a problem with my face?

Wu Dali showed a look of sudden realization, and his reverence for King Jing in his heart was a little more.

He took the food box and walked out after saluting, but he suddenly remembered King Jing's murderous face when he killed "Wu Yu" through the chest with a sword without saying a word, and he couldn't help but feel a tightening in his heart.

If it was really his younger brother Wu Yu who was sick, would the prince also ignore himself and kill him directly?

Wu Dali felt a chill down his spine inexplicably, comforting himself how could this kind of thing happen, don't think about it, he shook his head and sighed, and hurriedly left the big tent.

As soon as he walked away, King Jing, who had an indifferent face, raised his hand, let go of the hand that was clenched into a fist, and a light blue silk handkerchief slipped from his palm.

God knows how hard it took him to keep his hands from shaking too much when he pretended to eat and took out the silk handkerchief pressed against the bottom of the bowl.

He took out the silk handkerchief, and with an extremely slow and gentle movement, he was not in a hurry to open it, but carefully placed it on the table, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had completed an extremely difficult task, and looked at it carefully.

The silk handkerchief is sky blue, a little old, after careful observation, King Jing found that the weaving method is unique to a century-old shop in Duanzhou City, three horizontal and three vertical, so that the woven cloth is more resistant to washing than others.

Because Duanzhou is close to northern Xinjiang and the weather is dry all year round, many ladies use dark colors that are resistant to dirt, such as purple and red, while the sky blue, which is easy to be stained with dust, is excluded by many ladies.

In Liancheng's memory, only Wei Ruoshui would use this kind of silk handkerchief. These kinds of information about the types of silk handkerchiefs were told to him by Wei Ruoshui, who was the daughter of a petty official in Duanzhou at that time.

This is the Queen Mother's silk handkerchief.

No, maybe it should be said that it was more than ten years ago, and the silk handkerchief used by Wei Ruoshui, who was still kind and innocent.

[Now I was wrong at the time, and my heart was miserable.] Red tears are secretly drooping, and his eyes are full of spring breeze.

Knowing this, there was no plan later, and he forced the happy period. A farewell, falling pear blossoms and the west. ]

King Jing carefully unfolded the veil and silently recited the verses embroidered on it, and the more he got to the words in the back, the more confused and melancholy his eyes became.

The last time I saw this veil...... It was a night full of wine and warmth.

King Jing closed his eyes, as if he couldn't bear to think back to the past.

But I still remember, how can I not remember?

He remembered how amazing he was when he first saw Wei Ruoshui under the lights of the ten thousand flowers on the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the city.

He remembered that the two of them walked by the lake, from all over the world to the north, they could talk, and they didn't know when, they had already fallen in love with each other.

He remembered that when he made a private agreement with Wei Ruoshui for life, he received the news that his father had died of illness, and his mother was poisoned and dying.

He remembered the intoxicating night of elopement, and how obsessively warm it was between them, only to wake up upside down......

He remembered how the dead Emperor Wei Ling, his elder brother, looked at Ruoshui who was trembling in the court with a smug and conspiracy smile......

Don't think about it anymore, don't think about it anymore.

King Jing's face turned cold, he sneered, and suddenly remembered his enthusiastic nephew.

If it weren't for Ruo'er's face, how could the child with hatred and curse have been between himself and her for so many years?

For so many years, Ruo'er has protected the child to the death, and even ordered Shi Lan to guard the bath, does she still have feelings for the dead royal brother?

Do you still doubt yourself and beware of his murderous intentions?

He followed her wishes, fifteen years, isn't it enough?!(To be continued.) )