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Sha'er happily stepped into the water pavilion: "Childe, how was yesterday's banquet?" ”

Wei Wuji frowned: "I have already said that you are the young lady of the Sword Villa, not a subordinate, so you don't need to call me a son." ”

"But I also said that I am happy to call you son, and I can express my feelings by calling you son." Sha'er said quietly.

Wei Wuji sighed silently.

"Childe, how was yesterday's banquet?" Broken asked again.

"Good." Wei Wuji said lightly, "If you are willing to take a look for yourself, it will feel better." ”

"Nope." Sha'er said calmly, "Sha'er doesn't want to see those people. ”

"Then you don't want to marry those people?"

Sha'er looked at him strangely: "Childe should know." ”

"If you insist on doing this, others may be suspicious and suspicious of you......"

"Nope." Sha'er smiled quietly, and the smile was very cold, "They will only think that I am very shy and a good girl." ”

Wei Wuji was silent, holding his hands in front of the window, looking up at the thin feather-like clouds blowing through the blue sky, and the black tails of swallows cutting through the wind in the heart of heaven:

"You can go down."

"Yes, Childe." Broken Child's meek coat, "Broken Er retreated first." ”

She smiled and stepped across the small bridge of green bamboo step by step, stepped on the side of the Tsing Yi pool with fluffy spring grass, heard movement behind her, and looked back: the windows on all sides of the Tsing Yi Pavilion were closed one by one.

There was no one to see, no sound, and in the bright sunlight, the flower windows of the shallow carved green sandalwood slowly closed one by one.

For some reason, a chill suddenly ran down her spine.

Little Meng'er came over humming a little song, and she hummed:

"Where have the flowers gone, the lad has been sent into the bosom of the beautiful girl;

"Where has the beautiful girl been, the girl is in someone else's sedan chair;

"Where the sedan chair goes, it doesn't have to go anywhere;

"The beautiful bride sleeps forever in the arms of the flowers."

Then she saw the broken face: "What's the matter, Miss?" ”

Shatter didn't answer. Crushed children are shaking.

Xiao Meng'er followed her gaze and looked at Tsing Yi Xiaoxie.

Little Meng'er's face also changed.

She flew as fast as a swallow.

Of course, the door of Tsing Yi Xiaoxie was also closed.

Little Meng'er didn't push it away.

Little Meng'er is kicked.

At that moment, the flying sawdust and Xiao Meng'er's body blocked the eyes of Broken Child.

At that moment, the only one who saw what was happening in the room was Xiao Meng'er.

No one saw Little Meng'er's expression.

But she made a move without thinking.

She flew out of her throwing knife.

The small, little Meng'er's throwing knife never shoots the enemy, only the enemy's weapon.

Broken heard a soft "ding".

Then, apart from the sound of little Meng'er rushing in, she couldn't hear anything else.

So she knew that no matter what happened inside, it was over.

So she's not in a hurry, it's useless to be in a hurry anyway. She even looked up at the sky first.

The sky was blue.

Then she walked in, her snow-white dress slowly dragging over the green bamboo skin bridge deck, stained with a vague gray shadow.

She didn't close her eyes, just looked at the person sitting in front of the window, white-clothed Katsuyu, and there was no anger on her snow-white face.

What a thin thing life is. Sha'er looked at the thin wound on his eyebrows, and wondered how it could slip out of such a small opening.

Xiao Meng'er stood at another window with a white face, with two knives under her feet, one was her small flying knife, and the other was a knife smaller than her flying knife.

Shattered sat down on her knees slowly.

The first dead man prophesied by the ghost fire finally became a dead man without any problems.

The third day of March.

Sword Villa, buried in the heart.

The Ming Xuan of the Buried Heart Court has become a mourning hall, and the bereaved family members of the deceased are guarding the spirit plaque in filial piety to thank the condolences of the hangers.

There is only one survivor.

Wei Gongzi's bereaved family is only one person, and even this person is not his blood relative.

Broken Er, referring to Wei as his surname, is just his sister-in-law.

But everyone knows that the relatives recognized by Wei Gongzi are only her.

Wei Gongzi is unscrupulous, the arrow is as sharp as a dragon, lonely as a crane, the white clothes are better than the feathers, the sword is as cold as snow, and the acquaintances are all over the world, and the relatives are none other than Wei Sha'er.

Many people may see her for the first time, seeing the silent, timid, but cruel girl of the legendary Sword Villa, seeing her low slap and a small face, delicate, indifferent, and pale, and seeing her thin body wrapped in rough linen clothes, she has been shaking gently, shaking as if she is going to be so shaky at some point.

So Xiao Meng'er and another maid named Xiaoyu have been very careful to support her.

But she didn't seem to need their help. Her shoulders, though thin, had always been straight; Her dark eyes seemed to grow larger and darker, and she stared straight ahead with a layer of mist, into a place where no one could see.

The sun has set in the west.

The hangman who should have come still didn't come.

――You know that some hangers can not come, some hangers better not come, and some hangers must come, and if they don't come, they can't come.

The holy land of the rivers and lakes of Jianjian Villa is the mediator of all disputes and the handler of all affairs, and it cannot but send people.

The owners of the Sword Villa are the elders elected by the Jianghu people, and they are the embodiment of righteousness, justice, and chivalry, and they can't help but come.

The chief mourner sang outside the hall:

"The owner of the Sword Mountain Villa, the owner of the Fang Zhuang, and the owner of the Water Villa have arrived-"

Shattered exhaled silently: they are finally here.

She already knew the news brought by the ghost fire that night, she already knew that Wei Wuji's death was not simple, and all her confusion and suspicions could only be discussed with them.

But no matter how much she wanted to say, she could only wait until they had finished saluting Wei Wuji's spirit card.

Finally, the incense was also on, the head was kowtowed, and the host and guest were also seated, and the newly elected owner Shui Xinzhuer asked gently: "But what can we help with?" ”

"Yes!"

A man said loudly.

This person is Little Meng'er.

Everyone was taken aback, and no one thought it was her. Even if she was the closest slave to Wei Gongzi during his lifetime, she was only a slave after all, so why did she need to speak in front of Sha'er?

Xiao Meng'er reached into his arms and took out a letter: "After the son knew that he was in danger, he sealed this letter and handed it to the owners of the village after Meng'er's accident, and asked the owners to be the masters." ”

Shui Xinzhu'er was surprised, and Ren Ripple went to answer the letter, but she glanced at Sha'er first.

Broken child's bloodless face turned whiter.

Did she not know about the existence of this letter beforehand?

What does Wei Wuji want to say, even his dearest sister has to hide it first?

Ripple unfolded the letter, swept it, and let out a "pout", but did not speak, only handed it to Fang Thirteen. Fang 13 and Shui Xinzhu'er read the letter carefully, and they couldn't help but show some surprise. Shui Xinzhu'er read softly: "The good rider falls, the good swimmer drowns, the indulging is a strange disaster, and the number of life and death is just from the sky, there is nothing to say." But the weak sister is broken, she is shy and obedient, and she is not good at speaking, and she relies on nothing more than one person. Because of repeated thoughts, there is only one plan to raise it, and the owners of Sword Villa are the main witnesses: if any heroic hero can avenge the remaining blood revenge, the weak sister will be entrusted with Yu Villa for life. Or the heavens are merciful, and the blessings of the owners of the villages, and the rest of the wishes are completed, then the nine springs can also be smiling. Wei Wuji paused. ”

Broken Child's blood-soaked lips were a little open, but she couldn't speak.

Xiao Meng'er lowered her head, as if she didn't dare to look at her. Why didn't she dare look at her?

Ripple groaned: "Wei Gongzi's last wish, we naturally have to do our best to fulfill it." ”

Shui Xinzhu'er hesitated: "Miss Broken Girl......"

Broken Child's pale fingers clenched the pale Mai, and said calmly: "Just according to my brother's wishes." ”

Shenbi Pavilion, light cold in spring. Sha'er stood silently on the railing for a long time and asked, "What about Little Meng'er?" ”

"Let's still support in the mourning hall." Xiaoyu replied.

"Come over here, I have something to ask."

Xiaoyu answered, and went down, and Broken Er leaned on the Qingtang Lotus Heart Column to take care of himself, who expected that a cold wind would blow down an early blooming peach blossom, and blow the morning dew into a mist.

"Who is the indifference to Chunhan, and the flying flowers are worried for me." Someone suddenly groaned in the shadow of the flower.

Sha'er looked immobile and asked indifferently:

"Who?"

As soon as the flower branch moved, out of a crown of jade with a son, the face is as charming as a woman, the falling flowers swirl slightly at his feet with the wind, he leaned over elegantly to pick up half of the flowers, looked at the broken children, his hand touched the red on the lips, cherished it in the sleeve, and gently shook the snow-white folding fan of Xu Qing vine orchid grass in front of his chest, Fang Yin said: "The east wind is cold, the fog is thick, how to endure the difficulties, I am willing to protect the broken red in this sleeve." ”

Xiao'er's eyebrows frowned slightly, and before she could speak, Xiao Meng'er had already come to Your Excellency, clapped her hands and said:

"Boy? Isn't this a scumbag! The gangster son is also here for our son-in-law? ”

"He's not." A clear, delicate voice said.

Shattered smiled: "Who?" ”

The man didn't say anything, but he also chanted four sentences: "Siqi Liuxi, both graceful and sweet; Siqi Liuxi, why do you fry my heart. ”

The expression of the hooligan was like a child stealing candy and being caught red-handed, and when he heard these four sentences, it was as if a mouthful of sugar in his mouth had turned into vinegar.

Qianying moved slightly, and a young girl turned out from behind the tree, the crescent moon was eyebrows, the spring peach brushed her face, the mood was faint and the flowers were not gorgeous, the skin caused the jade to shine, the color was soft, and the brilliance shot people, and pouted to the hooligan: "Okay, people are dead and in charge, but you are at ease to tease the orphans." Now that I have 'broken red in this sleeve', I don't think I have to complain about 'frying my heart', worrying about 'road obstruction and climbing', and 'like being in the water'. ”

The squirt sighed - the vinegar probably took the opportunity to sigh - "Liu Liu, don't you know my ......"

Sha'er has already said: "The two of you have a private discussion, can you change places?" ”

Liu Liu glanced at her, her expression flashed, she stomped her feet, and floated away.

The hooligan hated and hurriedly saluted the broken child: "The girl is smiling, the heart of the little life can really learn from the sun and the moon, and I will dissect it later." And he hurried after him.

He didn't catch up with Liu Liu.

Liu Liu, who he did not catch up, was talking to a person in a secluded mountain col.

It was a woman with peach blossoms in her hands and a green gauze cover, and she said softly to the mist-filled valley:

"I see......"

"That's it."

"What about him? Are you angry with him? ”

"He is not in my heart, so what is there to be angry about?"

"But you're restless."

"Ah, that's for that Wei Sha'er."

"Wei Sha'er? Isn't it 'shy and unspeakable'? ”

Liu Liu shuddered slightly: "The gangster boy compared her to a red ......"

"Huh?"

"But I think she's like a doll that has been cut up by someone, and I don't mind letting everyone else break it too...... Empress. ”

At this time, this broken child, who "doesn't mind that everyone else is broken", calmly looked at Xiao Meng'er standing in front of her with her hands down, and asked calmly:

"Little Meng'er?"

"Miss."

"You're going to be honest with me now?"

"What truth?" Xiao Meng'er asked, her expression was innocent, but her eyes were a little flustered.

Xiao'er was not in a hurry or annoyed, and said quietly:

"What did you see when Childe had an accident?"

"A knife light, Xiao Meng'er intercepted it with a flying knife, but I didn't see anyone."

"Don't see anyone?"

"There is a figure, I escaped, Xiao Meng'er didn't see it clearly."

"What's going on with Childe's suicide note?"

"After Childe heard the words of the ghost fire, he was very silent, and then he wrote this letter to the people of Xiaomeng'er and handed it to the people of Jianjian Villa, what was written in the letter, Xiao Meng'er really didn't know."

"You didn't ask?"

"It's Childe, don't say it."

"You must have guessed?"

"Little Meng'er really didn't guess."

"And what do you think now?"

"What do you think?"

"Except for Childe, only you know where I come from, and you know that Childe will never make such an arrangement for me."

"Childe cares about the fate of Miss Miss......

"There is only one person in my heart, and it is true. Even if I marry at the behest of my son, I will never marry someone who forced my brother to death and wronged my brother. ”

"In fact, the person who can avenge Childe will not necessarily be one of those people."

"But it's too likely." Broken said lightly.

Even Xiao Meng'er can't deny this.

Broken Child's gaze was fixed on Xiao Meng'er, and no one could resist her gaze.

She whispered, "So...... Do you promise it's Childe's letter? ”

Xiao Meng'er was shocked, and her face suddenly turned red: "Miss doesn't believe me?!" ”

"What do you use to guarantee?" Broken still asked calmly.

Xiao Meng'er stood there with a blushing face, and for a long time, she suddenly showed her flying knife.

Little Meng'er's throwing knife.

Little Meng'er's throwing knife, which never shoots the enemy, only the enemy's weapon, shot into her own arm this time.

A small, beautiful arc, little Meng'er's arm was very strangely stunned for a moment, and then fell.

It falls no harder than an apple, but it is no easier either.

Xiao Meng'er still didn't say a word, her mouth was pursed together, and she looked at Sha'er bravely.

There was still no expression on Sha'er's little face: "Actually, you don't have to guarantee it in this way," she said, "Originally, I just suspected that you might have forged Childe's letter for something, but now I may suspect that your secret is so great that I would rather sacrifice an arm or even a life to cover it up." ”

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