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Outside the tall courtyard wall of the Jiang family's back house, a carriage stopped silently under a small-leaved banyan tree.

The thick shade of the banyan tree obscured most of the car, and occasionally firecrackers exploded in the sky, reflecting the face of a handsome man in the car.

exquisite facial features, sword eyebrows into sideburns, thick black and shiny; The eyes are like stars, exuding cold arrogance, with a touch of vicissitudes of sorrow. A long black hair fell vertically, covering half of the angular corners of the mouth and cheeks.

The man was dressed in a wide black robe, his slender white hands were on his knees, his thin lips were pursed, and he sneered. The man under the background of the night can't see his age, and he has a kind of noble and compelling determination, at this moment, he is like a lone eagle foraging for food in the night.

As soon as the man spoke, it was not the accent of the Great Song Jingcheng, "How long has that group been in?" ”

The street is empty, and there are back doors of private houses on both sides, just a few intersections away from the bustling main street. Firecrackers in the streets and alleys can't be lit here.

There was no one else in the carriage except the man in black. The man's words were like they were speaking into the air.

However, someone in the dark night replied respectfully: "Two and a half hours!" It is estimated that it will come out in half an hour. When the son was handed over, it was the most tired time for the family, and it is estimated that they also turned over the inner house and even the study at that time. Even we went to the study room, and they shouldn't have anything to gain from this trip. ”

"They didn't gain anything, and we are going to be disappointed! Time is of the essence, and we can't afford it. It seems that Jiang Shizhen did not leave a letter back then, eight or nine years have passed, and there is no news in the DPRK and China. If we want to get evidence from the Jiang family, I'm afraid it's hopeless! The man's tone was frustrated.

"Leave someone here to watch, let's go back, master! Let's go back and continue to spend the holidays with them! Another rough man's voice in the dark night was full of the same sadness and caution.

"The country will not be a country, the home is not like a home, what kind of festival is there!" The black-robed man's voice suddenly became indignant, "Go, go back to the post house!" ”

A dozen black-clad figures descended from the trunks of trees on high walls like bats, and a man jumped into the carriage and whipped his horse, leaving the street empty in the blink of an eye.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded, and Xiao Xiang jumped onto the roof.

I have seen it in the backyard of Front Street, and there is no trace of suspicion. But believing that her hearing could not be wrong, she thought about it, and jumped off the ridge of the roof into the garden of the inner house.

Turning the rockery, an elegant and agile black shadow in the darkness fell into Xiaoxiang's eyes. Xiao Xiang followed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, the black shadow came to the door of the study at the east end of Zhiyuan.

In the courtyard in front, the eldest lord Jiang Zongwu was leading a family of men to make New Year's sacrifices, and the people in the garden were preparing sacrificial supplies all night. The study room separated by a wall is quiet.

The study room was used by Mrs. Jiang before, but now it is empty and there are no lights. There is a small garden outside, with pavilions and tables, for enjoying the scenery when you are tired of reading.

With a wave of his hand in front of the study, the door lock was broken, a small crack opened in the study, and the man in black slipped in. A little fire fold lit up in his hand, reflecting a tall figure masked in a black scarf.

The masked man rummaged up and down in the study for a while, and the calligraphy, paintings, and bookcases hanging on the walls around him all picked up the old lady Jiang's previous practice pen and looked at it carefully, and took out every book on the bookshelf and shook it one by one.

Xiao Xiang was attached to the window like a fallen leaf, looking at the masked man's careful strength, it was estimated that it would take half an hour. She didn't want to stay outside like this, blowing the cold wind.

"Boom!" Xiao Xiang knocked on the door of the study with two fingers, and smiled playfully in the shadows, "I wonder what Gongzi is looking for in the middle of the night?" Do you think the servant might be able to help? ”

The man in black was burly and strong, covered with a black scarf, and his eyes shone like wolves under the faint fire fold. When he saw that what was in front of him was only a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl, he smiled after being slightly stunned. The girl who can quietly approach the study is naturally not an ordinary girl.

However, the man in black looked at this petite little person and obviously didn't take her seriously. Putting down the book in his hand, he didn't intend to run away, and walked straight to her.

As soon as there was a flower in front of him, the figure of the man in black did not move, and one hand suddenly grew several feet, like a ghost hand towards Xiao Xiang's neck. The little incense droplet spun around and slipped out like a swimming fish.

The man in black grabbed the air with one hand, and did not rush, and rushed out to the door of the study.

Xiao Xiang hurriedly chased after him, took a few steps into the air, and intercepted the man in black in the small garden outside the study, "You ordered the poison in the study?" ”

"Humph!" The man in black didn't answer, his ten fingers were stretched, and countless hand shadows were used to attack Xiao Xiang's face door, and his moves were ruthless and fierce.

Xiao Xiang is known for her small and light spirit, and she knows that she can't fight hard with him, so she secretly clasped a silver needle in her hand, and slashed it in front of the man in black.

The man in black had a strong palm, and the two palms were in contact with each other, and he couldn't stop it, and a silver needle had already penetrated the back of his hand. "Yikes!" The man in black retreated sharply and landed under the low wall outside the pavilion.

"Ask you again, you put the soulless incense in the study?" Xiao Xiang tilted her head, as if innocent, "I'll give you the antidote!" ”

The man in black looked at his right hand in horror, feeling a tingling pain. The figure that wanted to escape froze to a halt. "It's not!"

"How can I trust you? Also, what are you looking for? Xiao Xiang clasped another silver needle in her hand, raised her hand and blew a breath, pointed at the man in black, and shouted, "Say!" ”

"Give me the antidote?" The man in black looked left and right, afraid of something.

"Hmm!" Xiao Xiang nodded seriously.

"We're looking for a letter from Old Lady Jiang." The man in black trembled with his legs and watched nervously at the movement around him.

Xiao Xiang blinked, and thought about it rarely, "Haven't all the old ladies of our family been dead for eight or nine years······ Wait, you say you guys? ”

Xiao Xiang was about to leave, but the man in black took two steps forward to stop him, and roared in a hoarse voice: "What you said, give me the antidote!" ”

"Uh," Xiao Xiang grinned and took a step back, "You're lucky today, my silver needle is for healing, it's non-toxic!" ”

The man in black was stunned, and Xiao Xiang had already swept out like a bird.

Someone threw a string of double-kicked fireworks on the cold street outside the backyard, exploding brilliant fireworks. The man in black stomped his feet, pulled out the silver needle, looked around vigilantly, and swept out of the high wall of the Jiang family's backyard.

Under the banyan tree that had just stopped the carriage, six shadows with the same black scarf and masked face gathered together, "Or not?" ”

A few heads shook their heads silently.

"Searched carefully? The master said that every word related to the letter should be collected. ”

"I've searched it all, but I still haven't. Maybe Jiang Shizhen really didn't have that letter in his hand. The man in black who had been hit with the silver needle said.

The black-clothed man at the head threw a knife in the eye and scolded: "Be careful to walk the ship of ten thousand years." If there is a stubble, it will punish the nine clans. I couldn't find the letter for a day, and the master couldn't put his mind at ease for a day. ”

"In that case, why don't you find a reason to destroy the Jiang family? With the power of our master, it will not be easy! Another man in black said.

The leader glanced at him contemptuously, "It's not clear whether Jiang Shizhen has a letter in his hand, and now that Jiang Zongjin is in Qingzhou again, if the two of them keep a hand, it will inevitably be a defeat for both sides if they move the Jiang family rashly." Now that there is such a thing in the house again, the master suspects that this matter has something to do with what happened nine years ago, and it will be the same group of people who do it. Therefore, we need to be more careful in our actions in the future. I didn't find out when I entered Jiang's house just now, right? ”

"Nope!" "Nope!" Six people replied in unison. One person subconsciously hid his hand behind him.

Somewhere, a pair of nighthawk-like eyes stared silently at these people. The night was getting darker.