After Ah Li retreated, Murong Qian went out of the house alone and slowly walked to the scene of the bloody crime that had been cleaned up.

"Murong Gongzi!"

Liu Ruomeng heard the movement behind him, turned around and bowed down.

Apparently, she had been waiting there for a long time, and knew that he would return.

The corners of Murong Qian's mouth were full of mockery: "Your actions are really fast, you have cleaned up so quickly, I don't know, I really think that nothing has happened here!" ”

"Murong Gongzi, this matter is from the Fusheng Pavilion, I know that no matter how I confess, I can't get rid of suspicion!"

Liu Ruomeng's voice trembled slightly, "It's just that I'm really innocent!" ”

"Innocent? You invited me to come to this warm pavilion, and this peach blossom wine is from your floating pavilion, saying that you are innocent, do you think I will believe it? ”

There was a chill in Murong Qian's peach blossom eyes, and his gaze swept coldly on Liu Ruomeng's face, "You are the only one who knows my identity in the Fusheng Pavilion!" ”

"Just because I know the identity of my son, even if I have the courage to do it, I can't do this murderous business, and I can't commit this great crime of the Nine Clans."

Liu Ruomeng lowered her head, her voice sincere, "Please think about it, I have no grievances with my son, so why bother to kill him?" The thousand-year-old foundation of my Fusheng Pavilion, how could I destroy it in vain! ”

Murong Qian sneered and said, "Perhaps, it is precisely because of the Fusheng Pavilion that you have to obey people's orders?" ”

"Father, Son, ......"

Liu Ruomeng was speechless for a while, unable to answer, and dense sweat appeared on his back, gradually wetting his clothes.

The sweat on his forehead slowly dripped to the floor, once, twice, like a slow shot that missed time.

Murong Qian sighed regretfully and said, "Is it really worth it for you to do this?" ”

"Childe, Ruomeng is really innocent! It's Zhou, Zhou's ......"

Liu Ruomeng suddenly raised her head, her eyes were full of grievances, and she said in a trembling voice, "This qiē is arranged by Lord Zhou, the dance is, and so is the warm pavilion!" ”

"Lord Zhou? You can actually think of blaming Lord Zhou! ”

Murong smiled disdainfully, his eyes were cold and piercing, "Liu Ruomeng, do you really think you can hide from my eyes?" ”

Liu Ruomeng fell to the ground, buried his head deep in his arms, and didn't dare to raise his head to look at Murong Qian's eyes again.

"You don't have to be so nervous, I have no intention of pursuing this matter at all!"

Murong Qian looked at Liu Ruomeng, who was curled up on the ground, "Don't worry, I won't blame you, and I won't report your crimes to my father." It's just that, don't let this worldly fame and fortune pollute the tranquility of the Fusheng Pavilion. ”

"If life is like a dream, it will be vain in the end. Sue your master, I just want to be a carefree son who is obsessed with Hanmo, and I have no intention of political affairs at all. ”

A faint sadness appeared in Murong's shallow eyes, and he said slowly, "This is the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other!" ”

Liu Ruomeng was taken aback by these words, and her body shook violently.

Murong Qian looked at Liu Ruomeng's appearance, and no longer wanted to say any more, so he brushed his sleeves and walked out of the Fusheng Pavilion.

By this time, the sky was already bright, the heavy snow outside the house had stopped, and the morning light was softly sprinkled with the early morning air, illuminating the thick snow on the ground.

The entire city was hidden under the wings of snow, and the world was pure white, seemingly without a trace of impurities, only Murong Qian knew the filth hidden under the snow of this ice soul.

A smile appeared on his lips, lifted his robe, stepped on the breeze, rolled the snow, and walked leisurely along the quiet and peaceful Qinhuai River towards Situ Mansion.