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"Lord Fu Yin, since the human and material evidence is incomplete now, and the only clue is also on Ma Sheng, and there is no evidence to prove that it is related to my son, then I will take Bi'er back first."

"Hmph." After saying that, Mrs. Huang turned around, looked directly at Mrs. Feng, and said arrogantly.

"If the adult proves that this case has nothing to do with my son, then I will bother Lord Feng to come to the door and explain to my master." This means that if the Feng family can't produce evidence, the Huang family will continue to investigate.

"You, you are clearly deceiving people too much!"

The scene suddenly stalemate, thinking that if Ma Sheng could not be found, I am afraid that this case would not be settled. Fu Yin sighed, the matter has come to this, and he has no other way.

"Ma Sheng is here." The deep male voice suppressed the noise outside the house.

The person who came was a green pine evenly patterned kaftan brocade, a golden Li Cuiyu belt was tied, and the hollowed out gold crown on the top of his head was particularly eye-catching, his handsome eyebrows were frowned, and he was followed by two family members escorting a man.

The man's hair was shaggy and disheveled, his clothes were in tatters, and he was covered with sword cuts.

He couldn't move his legs, bent in an eerie position, almost dragged in by the two of them.

After seeing that person, Huang Bi, who was standing next to Mrs. Huang, had a dull gaze and unconsciously pulled Mrs. Huang's sleeve. "Mother, Mother......"

Madam Huang's eyes swept over in time, although she stopped his words in time, but the panic in Huang Bi's eyes could not be concealed for a while.

Looking at this son, Mrs. Huang only felt that hatred of iron could not become steel. If it weren't for him being the only eldest son of the Huang family, how could she bother with these thoughts.

It's really fast, Wuhua pulled his lips and smiled. Feng Chen, the second son of the Feng family, has a gentle temperament, but rabbits will bite when they are in a hurry, not to mention that he is just warm-tempered, not just a rabbit without a temper.

Wuhua laughed and said to Qin Xiangsheng beside him. "Gone."

Qin Xiangsheng's eyes were still on Feng Chen's body, and when he heard Wuhua say this, he didn't react for a while. "Leaving now?"

Wuhua just coughed lowly and didn't explain much. "Feng Chen is here, and Huang Bi has no chance to turn the tables."

Gu Ziqing thought about it and nodded.

Qin Xiangsheng and Gu Ziqing followed behind Wuhua and squeezed out the crowd, Qin Xiangsheng asked. "Where to go now?"

Gu Ziqing looked up at the sky and said with a smile. "It's almost time, and it's time for me to go back."

Hearing this, Qin Xiangsheng turned his head to look at him and sighed twice. "I have a wife at home, I'm afraid that before, I couldn't eat with us at ease?"

Hearing this, Gu Ziqing smiled but didn't refute, just patted Qin Xiangsheng's shoulder, which was meaningful.

"If you meet the woman you like in the future, you will understand how to write the eight characters willingly."

Qin Xiangsheng waved his hand with a look of disdain. "Go, go, go. Be willing and willing to do what you want. ”

Wuhua's gaze turned around outside Jingzhao Mansion, and saw that the small carriage that had stopped at the mouth of the second alley had disappeared.

Something flashed in her eyes, and at this time, Qin Xiangsheng proposed with great interest.

"It's been a long time since I've been to Huamanlou, Wuhua." He winked at Wuhua. "Why don't we go and see? The girl with bright sleeves must miss you very much. ”

Wuhua couldn't help but laugh when he looked at him. "Let's go?"

"Well, that's a good idea." Qin Xiangsheng touched his chin. "Let's go, stop by."

The sky was dyed a faint red, and when the sun sank and the last ray of sunlight disappeared, the cold wind rushed into the bone marrow. Straight into the robes of passers-by, the walking passers-by all tightly clutched their collars and cuffs, as if they could warm up a little more.

A few intersections will bring you to Higashi-dori Street, the busiest street in Kyoto. The lively scenes along the way seem to dispel the cold a lot.

Wuhua stood behind Qin Xiangsheng helplessly, watching him bend over and constantly pick out the jewelry on the stall very seriously. After a little thought, I went with him. After all, his ordinary accessories are all custom-made, and when he sees these new things, he can't help but be curious.

Sensing the crowd and eyes that were constantly converging around him, Wuhua's eyes glanced around.

Those eyes cast one by one, as expected, were all women, and after the eyes touched her, they were as if they had been burned by something, and they pretended to be unintentional and quickly took them back, but the little blush on their faces betrayed them.

Seeing that Qin Xiangsheng seemed to have nothing to investigate, Wuhua coughed in a low voice, and his eyes finally stayed on the stall next door.

It's not that the stall owner is handsome, he is dressed plainly and delicate, and he just sits quietly behind the stall, and now he is still carving something with a carving knife. Although the stall is small, there are a lot of things on display, such as wooden hairpins, wood carvings... Fragments and miscellaneous, all the same color wood carvings.

He is very skilled in his hands and skills, and his movements are very fast. If you look closely, although the things on his stall are not very practical, most of them are children's toys, but they are better than the exquisite workmanship.

In this noisy street, he can concentrate so much, and his concentration is really breathtaking.

Just when Wuhua was in a trance, her scalp was torn apart, she glared at the culprit, and said in a low voice. "What are you doing?"

Qin Xiangsheng slapped Wuhua's outstretched hand, looked left and right, and nodded with satisfaction.

Did he think the recent rumors hadn't spread violently enough? The exclamation in his ears made Wuhua squint his eyes and gesture with his gaze. "Be careful."

Qin Xiangsheng was unmoved, and carefully took off the things above her head, as if he was afraid of being seen by Wuhua, he covered it with his sleeves, and Wuhua only saw the red on the hairpin, which was like a peach blossom.

He said nonchalantly, "It's not the first time that I've taken care of doing so much." ”

"The more we avoid suspicion, the more violently we may spread it." He picked up another hairpin and looked at it.

Not satisfied, put it down again. "If we can't shut up with our mouths open on them, why should we care?"

Wuhua couldn't refute anything, her brows moved slightly, she quickly glanced around the stall, and then looked down at Qin Xiangsheng's sleeve, learning from his appearance, and snorted softly as if she was not laughing.

"Brother Qin, isn't it really moved by Brother Ziqing's words?" As he spoke, Wuhua looked up. "It's just winter, and it's still early for spring."

Qin Xiangsheng only glanced at him, and deliberately ignored her question.

Wuhua looked at the stall and quipped. "Brother Qin, are you too stingy?"

Qin Xiangsheng snorted, "What do you know, I just fell in love with this style." If you really meet your favorite, send it to Tianpinzong another day, and ask someone to help me transform it. ”

Wuhua was slightly stunned, and then smiled. Tianpinzong is famous for its clever pieces such as arrows in the sleeve and bows and crossbows, although it also undertakes the detailed work of these transformations, but the cost is quite a lot. "What do you want to make a hairpin? Dagger or arrow? ”

"Hmm." Qin Xiangsheng smiled mysteriously.

Wuhua shook his head and sighed. "Qin Gongzi is really wealthy."

"you." Qin Xiangsheng smiled and stretched out his hand to push her.

The stall owner next door finally finished carving the object in his hand, and then took the time to look up, wanting to see who was standing in front of his stall, not looking at the object, but looking at him with interest.

The slender man stood one step away from the stall and looked at himself with a smile, the man's half-draped and half-bundled hair danced with the wind in the air, drawing a graceful dance, and the pair of crystal deep black pupils stared at him quietly.

"Ahh Be careful! At the same time as the sharp exclamation sounded, Wuhua's big man was pulled hard, and one staggered down and sat down on the small stall in front of her, her sleeves floating, sweeping a lot of things on the stall to the ground.

The next moment, the sound of the horse's hoofs neighing brushed his ears. "Da-da."

Wuhua watched as the high horse's hooves flew past in front of his eyes, only a fraction of a second.

She seemed to be able to feel the temperature on the horse's body, and when Wuhua reacted, the heart under her chest jumped wildly uncontrollably, and a feeling of walking on the edge of death arose.

If she hadn't been pulled from behind, the horse would have stepped over her.

What's going on with this horse? She wasn't standing in the middle of the road.

Wuhua frowned, and raised his eyes to look at the man on the horse. At just one glance, she froze in place, unable to move her footsteps.

The man on horseback was dressed in a gray runic riding costume with a belt of the same color, his back was straight, and his black hair was tightly tied high with purple silk, revealing half of his handsome face.

His side face was handsome and familiar, and he quickly glanced at Wuhua and found that Wuhua was not injured, so he turned his gaze and concentrated on controlling the horses under him.

It's just that the horse under his seat doesn't seem to be under his control, and along the way, he has stumbled and knocked down many stalls, but fortunately he didn't hurt anyone. He clutched the reins of the horse, struggling to control the mad horse.

From Wuhua's direction, it seemed that he could vaguely see that the sleeve of his left arm, which was tightly grasping the reins of the horse, was dyed red.

I think it was the wound in that place that cracked open.

The horse was restrained, and trotted restlessly, as if trying to throw the man off the horse's back, but to no avail, it raised its hooves, neighed loudly, and ran forward without stopping.

Unexpectedly, it was in such a situation that I took a photo.

Wuhua's eyes were in a trance, and a faint bitterness couldn't help but appear on his face. For such a short glance, no one will know what is piled up behind it and what is paid.

Wuhua muttered, countless emotions surging in his eyes. It's been thirteen years.....

Thirteen years in the blink of an eye.