Yan Yongyan and the dark spirit stopped in front of a tree. Just listening, the dark soul said in a cold voice, "Is it you who will reveal the identity of the frost girl to the prince of Beiliang?" ”

"How so?" Yan Yongyan looked at the dark soul with a playful expression.

"This kind of information belongs to your 'eagle wings'." The dark soul glanced at Yan Yongyan expressionlessly.

"You people in the dark workshop don't know what to do, in just a few days, you can find out the movements of my 'eagle wings', it seems that my 'eagle wings' need to be improved more." Yan Yongdian faded away from his usual amorous atmosphere, and at this time, he was judged to be two people.

"You'd better not reveal it to the second person, otherwise," the dark soul's piercing eyes turned to Yan Yongyan.

"Why, back then, the entire Lin Mansion didn't incite your 'dark fang' people, but now, they are willing to take risks for a fugitive from the Lin Mansion, are you forgiving the guilt of the past?" In the night, Yan Yongyin's expression was not very clear, but a trace of sarcasm could be heard in his tone.

"That's the master's business, our subordinates are just acting on orders, but, for the identity of the frost girl, I hope you can stop here." The dark soul doesn't want to be entangled in this, and mentioning the matter of the Lin Mansion again will only hurt the innocent.

"Taking people's money and doing things for others, this is the rule of 'Eagle Wings', and I will not guarantee that her identity is safe." Yan Yongyan has always been selfish, all he wants is unlimited money, whoever has money can buy his information.

"If you don't guarantee her safety, I can ask you to 'Eagle Wings' if they are not safe." The sound came from behind a cold pine, and I saw that Song Jingran walked with his hands in his hands, and under the reflection of the light and snow, Song Jingran's already cold face was a little more chilly.

"What, shouldn't Brother Song be in the arms of a beauty?" Yan Yongyan looked at Song Jingran with a sneer on his face.

"Yong Di, we said that no matter when, we are the best brothers, but in terms of the identity of the frost girl, I hope you will remember that the Lin Mansion has been kind to us, don't ignore Xuan'er's life and death, after all, we are all ashamed of the Lin Mansion." Song Jingran's expression was gloomy, in front of him was his little brother, and Shuangmuzi was the person he wanted to make up for with guilt.

"It's not impossible for me to keep it secret, but I want three percent of the profits of your 'Song Mansion' bank." Yan Yongyan was halfway through his words, hesitated for a moment, and then looked at Song Jingran.

"Don't go too far, you should know that in the past ten years, it is not difficult to solve the crime of a fugitive from the Lin Mansion." Song Jingran calmed his anger, and his tone seemed to remind Yan Yongdi, or warn.

"A fugitive from the Lin Mansion is easy to solve, but what if it is the 'county lord' of the previous dynasty?" Yan Yongyan leaned into Song Jingran with a smug face, without any affection.

"You" Song Jingran grabbed Yan Yongyang's collar, his eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were like fire, and he glared at Yan Yongyan angrily.

Yan Yongyan just looked back meaninglessly, and even more put on a look of imperativeness, because he believed that Song Jingran would agree.

"Is Song Gongzi here?" Yu Zixia, who had been hiding in the corner, walked out at the right time.

"You do what you say." Song Jingran heard the sound, let go of Yan Yongyin, and turned to look at Yu Zixia.

"Don't worry, the little brother never loses his word." Yan Yongyan tidied up his clothes and smiled again.

"You," Yu Zixia looked at them suspiciously.

"It's okay, I just happened to meet you." Song Jingran regained his usual tenderness.

Yu Zixia nodded with a smile on his face, and handed the bag in his hand to Song Jingran, "Give it to you." ”

"What is this?" Song Jingran took the bag and looked at Yu Zixia with a questioning face.

"This is embroidered by the slave family, mint sachets, although not precious, but it is said that it can be clear and calming." Yu Zixia lowered his head shyly.

"So you are, go back and get this?" Song Jingran said softly; Yu Zixia went back to the house to rest first on the grounds of physical discomfort, and it turned out that he specially took tips for Song Jingran.

Yu Zixia nodded lightly, secretly glad in her heart, fortunately she made up a pretense, fortunately she arrived in time, otherwise she would miss a big secret, what she cared about was not the identity of Shuangmuzi, but Song Jingran's excessive concern, no one wanted to share the food that belonged to her with another person.

"The two of you are so interesting, the little brother won't bother here." Yan Yongyan joked at the right time, and when the words fell, he walked away.

The dark soul glanced at the two of them, bowed his head and left with Yan Yongyin.

Another burst of firecrackers went off in the air; Colorful fireworks bloom in the air and disappear, disappear and reappear, as if showing a different story; The New Year of six people ushered in the Yanyu Building.

In the New Year, there is no such excitement and joy as everyone imagined; This is especially true in the Smoke and Rain Building; Du's mother spoke, in the first month, the Yanyu Building was just an ordinary welcome, and there were no fairies performing; It means that Shuangmuzi and others are on vacation;

Gao Jin and others have not come again since Chinese New Year's Eve, I heard that it seems to be busy, the gift of gift-giving, the gift of receiving gifts, in short, it is related to gifts.

On this day, the people of the Jin Palace, said that it was the Lantern Festival, and the Jin prince invited Shuangmuzi and others to go to the 'Lianghu' to enjoy the lanterns; until the New Year, Shuangmuzi has been nesting in the room, and occasionally, the dark soul will come to relieve each other's boredom.

On this day, at the invitation of the dark soul, Shuangmuzi finally walked out of the house and exuded the breath of the New Year in the backyard; In fact, it is better to say that it is an invitation from the dark soul, but it is better to say that it is forced.

I saw that the frost wood was gently swinging on the swing in the courtyard, enjoying the warm sun of the New Year.

"It seems that you have fully adapted to the status quo." The dark soul sat on the rattan chair beside him, looking at the leisurely frost wood, and his heart was also full of comfort.

"I said I just wanted to be myself." It is rare for Shuangmuzi to have such a state of mind and fully enjoy the freedom of her heart.

"I don't care about anything else, and I don't care if it's right or wrong?" There was something else in the dark soul's words.

Shuangmuzi hesitated for a moment, looked up at the sky, and said thoughtfully, "Maybe"

The dark soul pursed the corners of her mouth, and she seemed to see again, the innocent girl; A beautiful shadow not far away, staying behind a mountain of rocks, listened to the conversation just now, and his eyes were cold through a trace of gloom.