Chapter 113: The Secret of the Bracelet

Looking at the smoke of the pretending tigress like a dream, Zhao Jing'an's hanging heart was also put down.

"Naturally, it's not like that, just kidding." Shake your head, no.

One hand took the cigarette like a dream and held it in his arms, but he was afraid of touching the wound, so he only hugged it gently, not daring to use force.

kissed her in the ear, knowing that she was tired, "Sleep!" ”

"Hmm!" The head drilled into the man's arms, and his heart felt warm and relieved inexplicably.

In this life, perhaps, he is enough!

The sound of slight and even breathing came, Zhao Jing'an looked down at the sleeping woman, his face was gentle, he kissed her on the lips again, and gently picked her up, and at the same time, the big hand was withdrawn from under her.

got out of bed, quietly got out of bed, walked to the table, sniffed the white bracelet house in front of his eyes, his nose, and his face instantly became very ugly.

Looking at the quiet woman sleeping on the bed, my heart twitched again, and it hurt very much!

He took the bracelet and went to the outer room.

The study in the dark night was originally peaceful, but at this time, it became depressing because of the two people kneeling on the ground trembling.

Zhao An looked at the master in front of him who had been staring at the bracelet, and was curious, what is so beautiful about this bracelet?

"Lord Wang, according to the clues, only these two were caught, and the others were killed on the spot."

Putting the bracelet on the table, he looked at the two people kneeling in front of him, "Do you know why you came here?" The lights in the study room in the dark night waved, shrouding Zhao Jing'an, who had his head down, in the darkness, and he couldn't see his real face.

"I don't know!" The two replied stubbornly, not knowing what the identity of the person in front of them was.

"What have you done today? And by whose command? Honestly, you can also avoid the pain of flesh and skin. A hand tapped softly on the table, as if it were striking the hearts of the two men, and without a knock, the whole body trembled.

The cold voice came, reaching the bottom of my heart, trembling.

The two kneeling on the ground didn't react, it seemed that they had indeed been silenced, presumably because they didn't know whose hands they had fallen into.

"If you don't say it, then take it down and entertain it well." The beating hand stopped, raised his head, and looked sharply at the two people in front of him.

The order was given, and two people came in and dragged the two people down, and after a while, they could hear the terrible cry for mercy outside.

After a few moments, the sound was gone, leaving only the "whirring" sound of the wind outside, with the slightest smell of blood in it.

The door of the study was pushed open again, and it was Zhao An who came in, "Lord Wang, those two people have been recruited, saying that one of them paid a lot of money to ask them to do something, as for who it is, they don't know, they only remember that the person is a woman with a pair of inlaid pearl earrings on her ears." ”

Zhao An looked at his prince and didn't speak, so he had to secretly raise his eyes and ask, "Prince, look?" This thing"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Zhao Jingan suddenly stand up and go out of the study, and Zhao An, who had reacted, hurriedly followed him.

"Don't spread the word about today's matter, continue to investigate secretly, I'm going to Lingyun Peak tonight, you guys step up your manpower to guard in Beizhuang, don't go out of the pool."

"Yes, Lord Wang!" When Zhao An raised his head, there was no one in front of him, but the familiar smell was still wafting in his ears.

Ling Yunfeng, Master of Empty Sorrow, was sleeping soundly, and suddenly heard someone's voice, opened his eyes vigilantly, but saw a person standing in front of the bed.

The figure was shrouded in the moonlight, and the face could not be seen clearly, except for the deep and clear eyes that shone like obsidian.

With a relieved heart, he sat up from the bed, put on his shoes, and lit the oil lamp, "Why did you come all of a sudden?" "We will notify you in advance of your visit.

"Suddenly I want to ask my uncle something." Sit down on a stool and look at the Master of Empty Sorrow who is getting dressed.

"What's the hurry?" Looking at that look, Master Empty Compassion also knew that Lu Dao couldn't see anything, so he had to ask straightforwardly.

Zhao Jing'an didn't answer, he took out the white bracelet from his arms, put it on the table, and turned to look at Master Kongbei, "Uncle can you recognize this bracelet?" ”

Although the light was dim, Master Kongbei could still see it clearly, his body froze, his face was full of surprise, and he quickly picked up the bracelet and put it under the oil lamp to look at it, "An'er, why is this bracelet in your hand?" ”

I could see the excitement of Master Kongbei, who else but her would let my uncle lose his honor like this?

"This is a gift from Zhang Qingyuan to Yan Rumeng." The voice is calm, and there is no joy or sorrow to be seen.

Master Kongbei naturally knew what Yan Daoyan had promised to Zhao Jing'an, and when he heard what he said, his eyes widened.

"Uncle, is this bracelet my mother's?" Although Zhao Jingan didn't know the way, he could guess a rough idea.

Looking at the uncle in front of him who suddenly looked sad, Zhao Jingan didn't speak anymore and waited quietly for his answer.

Master Empty Sorrow clenched the bracelet in his hand, and in the dimness, it seemed that he could still see the water shining in his eyes.

It's like looking at a lover, with obsession in his eyes, remorse, and memories he doesn't want to remember.

After a long time, only to hear a long sigh, Zhao Jing'an heard his uncle say: "This bracelet was originally buried in your mother's coffin." ”

In one sentence, the tense line of hatred in Zhao Jing's peace of mind was completely cut off, and his face became more and more gloomy.

It goes without saying that this bracelet was taken out of Zhao Jing'an's mother's coffin by Zhang Qingyuan.

"I didn't expect her to do such a great job? You don't even leave your mother with the only relative's things. ”

"She didn't have a heart in the first place, does her uncle still expect her to get better? If my uncle still has such a heart, then there is no need. The hand on the table was tightly clenched into a fist, and there were green tendons protruding from the hand, which could be seen in the anger of forbearance.

"Uncle can smell the fragrance on the bracelet?"

The hand holding the bracelet paused, glanced at Zhao Jing'an strangely, sent the bracelet to his nose, his face turned white in an instant, and he shook his hands, "This and this" couldn't even say a word.

"Hanliuxiang, I guess my uncle couldn't be clearer." A cold voice, a tense face.

"I didn't expect her to use the incense I developed for her to harm others." The voice was sad, and the whole body seemed to be pumping, drooping and lifeless.

"Uncle!" The voice suddenly raised, "This is no one else, it is your future nephew and daughter-in-law, my future princess Zhao Jing'an, and my beloved woman." "Brush" stood up, couldn't hold back anymore, and all erupted.

"I don't care what my uncle plans, but she, Zhang Qingyuan, and my nephew will never be spared. She had already killed her mother, and now she had to come to pay her back, and the nephew couldn't spare her. ”

Besides, she can't bear to dig up a dead man's coffin, which shows how cruel she is? Today's nephew is just to confirm with his uncle that what his nephew will do in the future, I hope my uncle won't stop it. "Since you can't do it yet, then don't force it, he, Zhao Jing'an can also do it alone.