The white shadow disappeared into the vast rainy night with a few leaps. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"Your Highness, Yin Yi couldn't get Ye Zixiao's words out of his mind. Yinyi wiped the rain from his face with some annoyance. revealed his original beautiful appearance.

"What's the matter, with your light skills, shouldn't there be an accident?" asked Sima Lie with a frown.

Yin Yi replied: "That's the case, I don't want Ye Zixiao to be frightened, and the screams attracted the grandmothers who were keeping vigil." But slaves and maids are not without gain. From Ye Zixiao's words, it can be confirmed that the matter between Miss and Fu'an was caused by her and Ye Zilan. And ......"

Faintly and silently, he looked at Sima Lie with a gloomy face.

Seeing that the voice suddenly stopped, Sima Lie raised his eyes and saw a hidden and complicated expression, so he asked anxiously, "And what? Is something wrong with Wan'er?"

Yinyi's arm was grabbed by Sima Lie violently, and he only let out a low cry of pain, stepped back, and said, "Please calm down, Your Highness." Otherwise, the slave will not tell you even if she dies. Right now, His Highness can't calm down. Miss is really hopeless..."

Sima Lie stretched out his hand and pinched his eyebrows, took a few deep breaths, and his fingers subconsciously wanted to tap on the tabletop, but when his fingers fell, he touched a book, Ye Juan was reading "Historical Records" recently?

Sima Lie wondered if Ye Wanyu's fingers were still retaining her body fragrance on the pages of the book she had turned over.

So I picked it up and flipped through it, only to see a piece of tissue paper falling down.

Sima Lie bent down to pick up the paper, which was covered with familiar ink. That's Ye Juan's word.

If something happens to me, it must be done by the people in Yefu. Until the last minute, I will not give up easily. Waiting for you to save me.

The inscription is written on Juan'er.

Sima Lie knocked his head hard, why couldn't he come to check Ye Juan's room earlier?

If you had found the note earlier, you wouldn't have taken so many detours. Maybe now Wan'er has found it.

Sima Lie didn't have time to think about the words of the letter left by Ye Juan.

She wrote: Waiting for you to save me.

Not waiting for you to save me.

Ye Juan didn't know whether it was the master or Sima Lie who would see this letter first, so he used the word you.

"Yinyi, you say. As long as Wan'er is alive, any king can bear it. Sima Lie's eyes returned to their former indifference.

It's just that in the depths of this indifference, there is a rolling heat wave, waiting for the opportunity to rise to the sky.

Ye Zixiao's words seemed to say that they sold the young lady to a brothel. also said that all this was Ye Zilan's idea, and it was none of her business... As for which brothel it is, and why didn't the young lady run away?

The green tendons in Sima Lie's hands burst out, and he slammed his fist on the table. The pen stand fell to the ground in response.

These sluts are so vicious that they dare to send Ye Juan to a brothel.

Isn't it true? Suspicious......

His own people laid a net in Beijing, and it was impossible to leave Beijing, and his subordinates had never discovered Ye Juan.

In addition, according to Ye Juan's intelligence, he will definitely try his best to leave clues for himself. Just like this letter in hand.

But it doesn't follow the logic of all the inventory and finding nothing...

"Where's the maid who passed the word?" asked Sima Lie in a cold voice.

He had to comb through the clues from the beginning, and he made sure not to let go of any details.

"Locked up in the firewood room, does Your Highness want to interrogate him personally at this moment?"

Sima Lie nodded. Although this maid may not know anything, as long as there is a one in 10,000 possibility, he can't let it go.

The maid's hands were tied behind her back, and her mouth was stuffed with cloth, and she was pushed and thrown into the house by Yinyi.

Shaking his head and whimpering, he knelt down and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

Sima Lie squatted down, took off the cloth ball in the mouth of the maid in front of him who couldn't be found even if he couldn't find it in the pile, reached out and pinched her chin, and asked in a cold voice: "Words, this king only asks once." If there is any inaccuracy or deliberate concealment. This king will make you want to live, not death. Death is the greatest mercy for people like you. ”

After saying that, she shook her hand fiercely, and the maid's jaw felt like a dislocated pain. The man in front of her with cold eyes, although she didn't know him, the aura emanating from her body made her understand that she couldn't afford to offend such a person.

"The slave didn't dare to hide anything, and that day on the street, a tall and thin man stopped me and said let me do me a favor and pass on a message. and give me ten denarii. At that time, I was also a money obsesser, thinking that I could earn ten taels of silver just by passing on the word. So... That's why I was dizzy..."

The maid desperately kowtowed and begged for mercy.

Sima Lie said secretly, and a tall and thin man moved out, it seems that the real murderer is not only the Ye family sisters.

"I'll believe you once, but have you ever seen this man's appearance clearly?' Are there any obvious features?" asked Sima Lie in a cold voice.

The maid thought for a moment and said, "I really can't remember what it looks like." But I remember that he spoke with an accent, not from the capital, but from the south. ”

"Oh, how can you be so sure of being a southerner?" asked Sima Lie with a frown.

The maid replied in a low voice: "I have followed my father all over the world as my family since I was a child, and I have been performing for a living. That's why you can tell... If I'm not mistaken, that person should be from southern Xinjiang. It's not our Izumo people. ”

Sima Lie chuckled in his heart, Southern Xinjiang? That's a country adjacent to Izumo.

It's just that Wan'er is just the concubine of Yefu, even if Nanjiang has long hands and wants to make a move, shouldn't she use Ye Juan as bait?

Sima Lie waved his hand and motioned for Yin Yi to take the person down, "Continue to lock it up." Wait until the matter is over,"

Yin Yi was also shocked in his heart, could it be that the forces over there had invaded Jingzhong?

Could it be that they kidnapped the young lady for the young master behind them?

Yin Yi was up and down in his heart, and he couldn't figure it out for a while...

"Go and invite the best painter in Beijing to come and draw me a portrait of the man from southern Xinjiang according to the maid's description..."Sima Lie commanded his subordinates.

Yin Yi asked curiously, "But didn't that maid just say that she didn't remember what ......she looked like?"

Sima Lie sighed lightly and replied: "If there is a little hope, this king can't let it go, draw as much as you can." It's better than doing nothing in a hurry. ”

Yin Yi nodded, under the pretext that he was tired and wanted to go back to rest, and quietly left the Ye Mansion.

Sima Lie thought, now Ye Zixiao is stupid, and he can't ask anything. The only way to start is from Ye Zilan.

Although he didn't like the sour appearance of a literati like Gu Yunfan. But for the sake of Juan'er, he had to make this trip.

The drizzle was misty, and Yin Yi couldn't care about the rain on his face, so he rushed all the way to the other garden.

It was already the second half of the night, but the lights in the young master's room were still on.

Although I know it in my heart, I still feel distressed when I see it with my own eyes.

After listening to Yinyi's words, Qingyou's brows furrowed, it's been so long. They finally caught up.

Why do you want to kill them all?

Before they could fight back, they came first.

Qingyou sneered and ordered, "Give me the bottom of all the people in the southern part of the capital." Those who have different intentions will not be killed. ”

It's time to give them a big gift in return.

In this way, it seems that in the end, it is I who is involved in the end...