Lan Junyao's gaze fell on her father's and mother's hands, and the gaze in her eyes instantly softened, she put her hand on her father's hand, as if she was still a child, they always loved to put their hands close to their cheeks, Lan Junyao touched the softness of her mother's face for the first time, and something in her heart began to loosen.

Now that the bones of this body have lost their temperature, she seems to have fallen into an ice cave, wanting to draw some warmth from her father, as in the past, when she feels that she has abandoned herself all day, and her father and mother are by her side.

She grabbed her father's arm to check, but there were no corpse spots on the corpse, and even her body had not changed stiffly, she was only one step too late. The faces of my father and mother are very calm, and there is no trace of being forced or struggling before death. Lan Junyao sneered, thinking that she would be able to hide it from herself.

She spread out the neatly folded brocade quilt at the head of the bed and covered it on her father and mother, as if they were asleep, it must be that she was just suffering from hysteria, and when she woke up, as before she left, her father and mother were still waiting for her to come back.

Lan Junyao wiped away the tears that were about to overflow from the corners of her eyes, and gently closed the door from the outside, her movements were so gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing the sweet dreams of her father and mother, but the warmth on her face turned back and there was no trace of it.

Everything is still the same in the Prime Minister's Mansion, Uncle Zhang is sweeping the fallen leaves in the yard, Aunt Li is holding a square wooden board full of barbs to scrape fish scales, and Chef Wang always has to get up early to boil the soup base, and the garden is full of fragrance at this moment.

In the past, the peaceful Prime Minister was so dazzling in Lan Junyao's eyes, why, only their father and mother died innocently, but they are still alive in this world.

The red silk gradually crawled all over Lan Junyao's eyes, and the green tendons on her hands protruded, no longer the previous soft appearance, but it was a precursor to going crazy. She explained to Qingwei that she wanted to take care of her father and mother for herself, yes, where is Qingwei?

Mo Shi was originally guarding outside the room, his whereabouts were already ethereal, and when Lan Junyao entered the house, he jumped forward, leaned on the beam, and lazily looked at the huge Prime Minister's Mansion, and didn't listen to any movement in the house for a long time, he was focused on it, but Lan Junyao didn't ask himself to go in, but he himself was not good at breaking in.

He stretched out his ears, even if he couldn't look around, if he accidentally heard something, he didn't tell Miss Lan, she couldn't blame herself for anything. Mo Shicai condensed his mind, and then saw Lan Junyao walking out of the room, and he quickly returned to his original posture. He was just doing his master's duty, when did he start worrying about her?

Lan Junyao didn't see Qingwei, so she walked to her boudoir to look for her. Her eyes were already a blood-red color at the moment, and when she looked at it from afar, it was like those goblins and ghosts in the lonely book, which was really infiltrating.

There was a sound of fine bluestone shattering in his ears, and Mo Shi's body that was originally lying on the beam straightened up slightly, and he could see the traces of shattering on the ground at a glance. He floated lightly to the ground, following the broken marks, but his face became more and more ugly.

Looking closely at Lan Junyao's feet, she didn't reach the point of one pit at a time, and when she stepped on it, the bluestone slab under her feet shattered, and her walking posture looked extremely light, as if a weightless feather could be blown away by the wind.

The boudoir was empty, Qingwei was not here, Lan Junyao turned around mechanically, the room was opened one by one, and there was still no Qingwei figure, and when Mo Shi came over, Lan Junyao was coming out of the last room, ready to go to the backyard.

Mo Shiyi fell in front of her, and was also startled when he saw her appearance of being a ghost or a ghost. It was only a moment of effort, and her face was still full of joy before she entered the house, thinking of her appearance when she came out of the house, Mo Shi's body couldn't help but be shocked.

"Get out of the way. Lan Junyao didn't look at the person blocking in front of her, her eyes were blank, as if she was looking forward through Mo Shi, her voice was hoarse and low, like a magic voice from hell.

Mo Shi's brows were tangled, he glanced at Lan Junyao twice, and finally dodged and staggered the way. Let her vent out, if she is stuffy in her heart, it will be easier to have an accident, and he will knock her out if necessary.

Lan Junyao was floating in the Xiangfu like a ghost, and Mo Shi followed her with a sword in his arms, fortunately no one in the Xiangfu came to the backyard at this time, otherwise he would definitely be angered by her.

The pharmacy was locked from the outside, and it still maintained the appearance of Lan Junyao when she left, and she didn't see any movement, and she landed on the door with a fluttering palm, and the door panel fell in response, and the copper lock also lost her due role.

In front of the case that originally belonged to Lan Junyao, a woman in a blue shirt was lying there quietly, one hand stretched forward, the left side of her face down, and to the side. The room was opened, and a foul smell came to my nose.

Mo Shi subconsciously wanted to stop Lan Junyao, but her seemingly sluggish body leaned slightly to the side, and she bypassed Mo Shi.

The woman lying on the table was Qingwei, but she had been dead for a long time, and the stench in the room was also the smell of corpses.

There were only two bloodstained hollows left in those eyes that should have been clear, and her eyes had been brutally gouged out, and her face was covered with dried blood, and even insects and ants were wreaking havoc on her. Looking down at the body, the feet were nailed to the ground, and the heavy iron nails were passing through the soles of the feet, and it seemed that Qingwei must have been killed shortly after they left.

The blood in Lan Junyao's eyes faded little by little, she was actually touched by Qingwei, and when all the red silk in her eyes disappeared, her body was weak, and she was about to fall to the side, and Mo Shi, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly reached out to catch her.

Lan Junyao seemed to be another person, she regained her consciousness, looking at Qingwei lying on the case, her eyes were full of tears. She broke free from Mo Shi's arms and squatted on the ground, raising a layer of dust.

Lan Junyao trembled and wanted to catch Qingwei's hand hanging under the table, but was stopped by Mo Shi, she couldn't use any strength in her body at the moment, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break through Mo Shi's clamp.

She was hunched on her knees, helpless like a newborn baby. She clenched her knees and stared at Qingwei's hand. Qingwei's hand was half-clenched, and there seemed to be something hooked between her fingers, Lan Junyao pointed to Qingwei's hand that showed her skin and bones, and Mo Shi stepped forward to break her hand when she heard the order, but found that a button with a shining silver light was tightly grasped by her, and she didn't let go until she died.

Lan Junyao took out another silver buckle from the sleeve bag, compared with the one lying in Mo Shi's palm, where was there a slight difference, Mo Shi wrapped the button in a handkerchief and put it in Lan Junyao's palm, and stepped forward again to check Qingwei's situation.

If it weren't for Lan Junyao who happened to squat, how could he notice the silver buckle in Qingwei's hand, thinking that the murderer also thought the same, but fortunately he didn't search Qingwei's body carefully.

Mo Shi used his sword to move Qingwei's body to the side, but saw that under her cheek was a piece of coarse cloth soaked in blood, and the blood coagulated on it, and the coarse cloth was scorched black.

"Master. Mo Shi called out, stood aside, and showed the coarse cloth on the table to Lan Junyao.

This piece of coarse cloth was thought to have been dragged down from the murderer by Qingwei before she died, Lan Junyao looked at this piece of clothing, and only felt that it was very familiar, she put the cloth in her hand and looked at it carefully, regardless of the blood. Something flashed in her mind, and Lan Junyao's eyes were clear.

Her face was full of disbelief, the hand holding the cloth began to tremble, she closed her eyes tightly, and when she opened them again, it was already a cold color, she opened her lips, and her voice was not as round and jade as before: "Find someone to bury her well." ”

Lan Junyao held the two silver buckles and cloth pieces that were left behind, and walked in the direction of her father's courtyard, she had to ask carefully, her Lan family treated him well, where did his conscience go, why did he have such a ruthless method against Qingwei, why did he murder his father's mother's life, what kind of benefits did his master promise him, so that he could ignore the Lan family?

The subordinates of the Prime Minister's Mansion gathered on the bluestone brick ground that Lan Junyao had stepped on, and they didn't know who did it, but when they saw Lan Junyao coming from the pharmacy, they spontaneously made way for her. These people still didn't know what had happened in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and Lan Junyao ordered: "Lan Xiang, Lan Ji, Lan Gong, the three of you will tie the gate to death for me, and no one will be allowed to enter or leave." ”

The three of them left in response, and everyone in the mansion had a look of doubt on their faces, not knowing what the young lady was going to do. Under Lan Junyao's gaze, they unconsciously lowered their heads, such a young lady was terrifying.

The subordinates in the Prime Minister's Mansion are all here, except for one person. The two of them looked at each other, and they also sniffed out something unusual. Lan Junyao held her hands behind her, and her steps, which didn't seem to be fast, moved every time, but it seemed to be stepping on their hearts, which was suffocating.

It is getting closer and closer to the room of Xiangye and Mrs., or rather, it is getting closer and closer to Lan Zhong's room. They followed behind Lan Junyao, waiting for the young lady's next move.

Attentive people noticed that they seemed to have not seen the lord and the lady all day. Seeing the young lady like this, and the inexplicable rubble marks in the house, they only tightened their mouths, for fear of being implicated.

Lan Junyao pushed the door in, Lan Zhong was sitting at the table, with a pot of strong tea in front of him, he seemed to have expected today's scene, and said to Lan Junyao with a smile when he saw this: "Miss, you are here." His face was as kind as ever, and the folds of his face were piled up with ravines.

However, it was such a person who killed her personal maid when she just left, and when she took Bichun back, he was cruel to her father and mother.

"Uncle Lan is so calculating, he has worked hard all these years. Lan Junyao sat down across from her and poured herself a cup of strong tea. The tea in her hand was steaming, she got up and walked to Lan Zhong's side, poured a cup of tea from the top of his head, and wet Lan Zhong's clothes in front of him.

The door was not closed, and the people outside the door looked at the young lady's actions, their eyes widened, and they did not understand why the young lady did this. Uncle Lan is usually kind, and everyone respects him as a big housekeeper.