Every word is heart-wrenching

In the fifth year of Taihe, October Yiyou, Chenzheng.

Chang'an, Chang'an County, Guangdefang, Zhangfu.

After Zhang Yijun woke up again, the hot feeling in his eyes gradually disappeared; The ointment applied to the eyelids appears to have been wiped dry; The gauze that binds to the eyes is also removed; However, there was still a faint pain in the wrist that had been burned by the fire before, and it was still wrapped in the gauze.

A bright ray of sunlight poured into the room, shining on the ink treasure hanging on the white wall on one side of the bed. There is a cubic copper incense burner with a winning pattern at the head of the bed, which contains agarwood and musk crushed powder, the sun shines, does not need to ignite, that is, there are bursts of faint incense, which makes people feel refreshed and happy, such as the Julan room.

Obviously, it was the next day, Zhang Yijun thought. He stared at the familiar mahogany beams hanging high above the roof, knowing where he was, but he didn't expect His Royal Highness King Ying to manage to send him back to Zhang's mansion. Zhang Yijun shrugged the tip of his nose, he also smelled some fat powder aroma in addition to the aroma of agarwood and musk, and the taste was familiar......

Now that it is winter, the brazier in the corner of the house is burning brightly, but after Zhang Yijun lifted the bedding, he still felt some cold invading the skin. He tried to get up slowly from the couch, picked up a Tao Jue with herbal tea from the table in front of the couch, drank it all, and moistened his dry and aching throat. He moved his lower limbs again, and found that there was basically no major problem except for some soreness. This time he apparently recovered much faster than the last time he was in distress inside the culvert.

It was still early, and the house was empty. In front of the couch there is a copper basin, filled with water, and there is a semi-wet cloth on the edge of the basin. Zhang Yijun dipped his face with a damp cloth, and the icy chill was like thousands of fine needles, stabbing his whole face painfully, making him can't help but bared his teeth. But it also made his originally slightly chaotic thoughts sober up instantly.

The door squeaked open, and a pair of slender hands held a tray on which a steaming medicinal soup was placed. Zhang Yijun looked fixedly, just staring at the man, which made his expression slightly surprised for a while.

"Xuanji?"

Xuanji obviously didn't expect Zhang Yijun to wake up so early, so he was stunned and stayed in place for a breath, before he remembered to bend his knees slightly, which was regarded as apologizing for not knocking on the door.

Zhang Yijun didn't make a sound, but nodded slightly, and Xuanji walked forward slowly, put the medicinal soup on the table, and faced Zhang Yijun deeply, "Brother Yijun is awake?" I don't know if I'm sick? ”

"Unharmed ......"

Zhang Yijun shook his head, and before he could say hello, he asked, "Didn't you say ......?"

Xuanji knew what he was going to say, so he interrupted slightly, "Xuanji is here to tell Brother Yijun about a murder case......

Zhang Yijun was shocked, and his eyebrows were stunned, how could there be another murder?

Xuanji sorted out her thoughts, and said in a whisper everything that happened in the West Market yesterday, and she told it in great detail, even including the strange hexagram's dress.

Zhang Yijun couldn't help but sweat for Xuanji in the process of listening, judging from his experience as a secret pile, Xuanji couldn't count the mistakes he made in the wine store on both hands. However, Xuanji is lucky in the end, otherwise listening to her description, if the enemy has a little bad intentions and does not leave any trouble, Xuanji is afraid that he will die at the corner of the stairs yesterday.

"Where did you go back yesterday?" Zhang Yijun suddenly interrupted.

Xuanji blinked, and was a little surprised, "It's back to Qingfeng Pavilion......

"It's no longer safe there," Zhang Yijun shook his head, "but is there anywhere else to live temporarily?" ”

"Well...... Xuanji thought for a while and said, "The second mother has a different business in Pingkangfang Beiqu. ”

"Then live there first."

Xuanji didn't know what to do, Qingfeng Pavilion was guarded by Wuhou Pu soldiers because of a murder, so it should be very safe. But she listened to what Zhang Yijun said quite categorically, and there was a fatherly commanding tone, so she silently wrote it down, and then continued to talk about what she saw and heard yesterday.

Zhang Yijun listened quietly, and after learning that the killed forbidden soldier had also had the skin of his right arm cut off, a pair of sword eyebrows frowned inadvertently.

Exactly the same details as the bearded man......

Zhang Yijun vaguely felt that the death of the forbidden soldier mentioned by Xuanji may be the same series of murders as the murder of the bearded man. If his guess is correct, it is very likely that the slain forbidden soldier that Xuanji witnessed was also a member of the ghost soldiers, and he may have made an appointment with someone to meet at the orchid wine shop in order to plot and reveal the rebellion, but he did not want to leak the plan, and like the bearded man he saw yesterday, he was ambushed by the killer blade that had been laid in ambush long ago.

But the question is, why were the skin of both of their right arms removed?

"Huozhen?"

Zhang Yijun suddenly recalled that the tattoo on the bearded man's right arm depicted was the image of the eagle-body monk he saw in the ruined ancestral hall!

A speculation that is not yet very mature gradually took shape in Zhang Yijun's heart, could it be that the two of them are both Zoroastrian believers, know each other, and disdain the conspiracy of the chaotic party, so they advance and retreat together, and want to leak the conspiracy to outsiders on the same day, but they were detected by the organization, fell into an ambush, and were killed on the same day?

If this incident is combined with yesterday's incident of the chaotic party burning down the good and the abolition of the Zoroastrian Temple, Zhang Yijun has clearly felt that the whole case is developing towards an extremely dangerous situation, and the chaotic party is obviously no longer the secret activity at the beginning, but has not hesitated to intervene in the government and put the situation on the table in a grand manner.

What's even more terrifying is that the execution of the chaotic party of the "ghost soldiers" can seamlessly kill the two almost at the same time, leaving almost no traces. This requires a very tight level of organization, which is by no means capable of ordinary gangs.

Zhang Yijun became a little uneasy in his heart, he didn't want to put Xuanji in danger anymore. He thanked Xuanji, and he was about to turn to ask Xuanji about Qingfeng Pavilion, trying to change the topic elsewhere.

I don't want Zhang Yijun to say something before he speaks, but Xuanji has already taken the lead, and said with concern in his voice, "Xuanji wants to know, what kind of secret matter is Brother Yijun investigating, Xuanji may be able to help?" ”

Zhang Yijun didn't answer, he looked at Xuanji Liangxi seriously, and then reined in his expression and said, "Don't come back in the future, so...... It's good for you and me. ”

This sentence is probably serious, Xuanji suddenly felt that her eyes were sour, but she still stubbornly insisted, "Xuanji said, Xuanji has never been afraid!" ”

"Xuanji ......"

Zhang Yijun pondered for a long time, and a long sigh came out of his mouth, but what he said was heart-wrenching

"You're just a dusty woman, and that can't change that. We can't ...... at all."

Xuanji's expression froze for a moment when she heard this, and her mind buzzed, and it went blank for a moment. The eyes blurred uncontrollably, and Xuanji hurriedly lowered her head, for fear that Zhang Yijun would see the moist autumn pupils. She tried her best to suppress the choking in her throat, but she couldn't stop the trembling in her voice, "Xuanji...... I know that I am not worthy of my son, but the situation is complicated, so I want to do my best to share one or two ...... for my son."

Xuanji didn't even realize that her title to Zhang Yijun had changed back to "Childe......

Zhang Yijun turned his back in silence, facing the ink treasure hanging on the wall, and stopped making a sound.

He knew in his heart that only by saying this could he really let Xuanji stop completely. If Xuanji is really involved in this whirlpool case, I am afraid that it will be more auspicious......

Xuanji's shoulders trembled slightly and she took two steps back, she took a deep blessing at Zhang Yijun's back, turned around and exited the door.

Coincidentally, Li Shangyin, who had just gotten up, saw the door of Zhang Yijun's house open, and at this time he entered from the outside, just in time to meet Xuanji who stepped out of the threshold.

Li Shangyin wanted to say hello, but suddenly noticed that Xuanji raised his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, and hurriedly trotted past him. Li Shangyin couldn't help but be stunned when he saw this, and he didn't know what was going on. Xuanji waited here for almost the whole night last night, why did she suddenly leave like this morning? Don't even say hello?

Li Shangyin walked into the room and was about to ask questions, but he looked at Zhang Yijun's back, and the words that just came to his mouth were finally swallowed by him.

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