"Say no more!" Zhou Hui's face changed suddenly, and he interrupted Shen Luo's words sharply, "I know what you want to say." Li Zesi's heart moved: In the dream change incident of the Drinking Dew Palace a while ago, Zhou Hui also seemed to have mentioned the "lost third brother and fourth brother", is there any hidden secret that is not known to outsiders? It seems that this is Zhou Hui's old pain, Shen Luo did not hesitate to stab him, but also to stop my hint to him, what do you want to do? He glanced at Shen Luo with his eyes, and the latter's eyes shot a light of victory, and Li Zesi sneered in his stomach: Is the mantis arm used as a car?

A sense of emptiness instantly enveloped the mystician's heart: if possible, he really didn't want to rush into life. At the end of this spring, we have not had time to savor it, and the scorching heat of summer is about to come inexorably. "Uh...... Yue Feng, isn't he there? "Yes." The answer to Li Zesi's question was another strange scribe in the secluded mansion, who looked to be about ten years old, but the answer was very simple, "But he hasn't seen anyone recently." "You just say it's me, Li Zesi."

"He said that His Highness ordered him to reflect in the house, and no one was to be seen." "I haven't heard of such an order from the Fifth Highness." The young curator looked Li Zesi up and down a few times: "You are Mr. Chu." He asked me to pass this on to you, saying that you would go back naturally after reading it. "As it should be, it's a scroll. Li Zesi took it and unfolded it, and it was actually a colored plum blossom. Brightly colored cinnabar, which seemed to be spraying flames, adorned the plum branches made of withered ink, but this was not a tree, but a huge broken branch. It is as if the splendid plum blossoms that have been split from the roots and overturned on the ground are blooming enchantingly on the paper. Above it, there is a large empty blank, and on the right, there is a sprinkled payment, which is different from the dry and dry strength of the past, this time the writing is pretentious, as if it is a zigzag flowing spring, overflowing lightly:

Accept the peach without the plum, compose the picture, and kill the plum blossom! Li Zesi covered his scroll and sighed: Yue Feng, when you say this, are you blaming my gift for hurting you? I never wanted anything in return from you, so why would you do such a shady thing for the sake of a mere gift in return? What's more, you probably haven't realized that you're just a small fuse in the grievances of those nobles, what is that? Thinking of this, Li Zesi begged the curator who brought the painting: "I know what he means, but there is something I still want to explain to him, can you tell me where he lives in the secluded mansion?" ”

The latter smiled disdainfully and replied, "Mr. Chu, you are really strange, the one who sarcastically insulted him fiercely, isn't it you and the other gentlemen in the Fifth Highness's Mansion?" Although I also think that Xiao Yue's handling of this matter is quite disgusting, I won't treat him with that kind of means. Li Zesi was shocked: "What do you mean?" What means? "Isn't it true that he tore all his paintings apart little by little, and spilled all the confetti on his head while saying unpleasant things?" What the?! All the paintings? Li Zesi didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking, and immediately rushed into the secluded mansion, and in the place he was familiar with, where he often chatted happily with Yue Feng, the wall became a blank.

The magnificent, heroic, and vigorous landscape paintings of the past are gone. The young curator who followed all the way behind him recalled the scene lightly in a tone of watching the show: "The scene of a group of people coming to the secluded hall at the same time is really spectacular, Mr. Zhang and Mr. Li took down the paintings one by one, only to find that there were actually more than ten layers pasted behind, even on the ceiling, how can there be more than 100 sheets." At that time, more than 20 people came, and everyone had to tear five or six sheets in their hands. Some of the paintings are particularly large, full of three feet square, and it is particularly laborious to tear them, but fortunately, a Mr. Wang remembered to tear them with his feet, which saved the strength of his hands:

As long as you step on one end with your foot, use your fingers to break the paper waist, and pull it violently in all directions, how big the painting is, it will also be split in half with a bang, and then tear it from the middle, it will be much smoother, if the heavy ink staining place feels bad, you can start tearing it up from the blank space first...... ""Enough! Completely stabbed by this painfully realistic description, Li Zesi turned his head and glared at the narrator, "Why didn't anyone stop it?" The young man shrugged: "Why? ”

Li Zesi trembled with anger: "You don't have the courage to stop it, Your Highness hasn't said how to deal with it, why did these people resort to such means?" "That's for you." The reply was sharp and harsh, "Where were you then?" The mystic was powerless to refute, so he continued to ask, "Where is he?" The young curator lazily raised a hand: "Junzi Building, in the attic at the top." ”

Junzilou, is the second largest library in the secluded museum, the main collection of books is the book of debate morality and righteousness, Zhou Hui came here the frequency is once every six months, his attention is on cooking, painting and poetry. This building is second only to the Tianzi Building, about four floors of ordinary attic height, in fact, there are only two floors inside, in order to create a bright and beautiful sense of transparency, so that the daylight from the skylight shines all over the room, so the interior is opened up and down, only four pillars are raised, and the ladder is attached to it, if you need to get a book, you can go up and around. In addition to these, the giant bookshelf hangs a light hanging ladder, usually rolled at the top of the bookshelf, when you pull the rope can be put down, no need to pull again, can be automatically retracted. If a person stands in the patio, he will feel that there are books on all sides, and he will be as heavy as a curtain hanging down.

And Yue Feng's residence was above this magnificent building, in a cramped attic similar to a wart. From the bottom of the Junzi Building, Li Zesi could clearly see a thin back sitting through the window with no paper at all. The ladder leading to the attic, in the shadow of the building, was rusty and rubbed with footprints. It's one of the most remote corners of the Mansion, yet ironically present in one of the most spectacular buildings. Looking up, it was probably a wisp of incense that had not burned out last night, overflowing from the window like a ghost, quietly wafting into the air, setting off the whole scene extremely bleak.

Li Zesi looked at it for a while, sighed, and didn't try to climb the ladder to comfort his friend. He wanted to tell Yue Feng, "Are you just a victim used as an excuse to stir up strife"? Do you still want to say, "It's okay, the painting is gone, and the painting is just that"? These words, no matter how they are spoken, are pale and weak. What is lost will not come back, and the self-esteem that has been shattered into powder will not be completely replenished. Saying "I understand your feelings" is all fake to disgusting.

Li Zesi finally left, and before leaving, he clapped his hand without the help of a ladder, and the sweet he had just received from Wenwen jumped and landed in front of the attic window. This time, it's some sweet cakes from small exotic countries, neatly wrapped in melt-in-your-mouth glutinous rice paper, which is crystal shiny, and the jam and almonds inside are clearly visible. Can a little mentally retarded food reinvigorate him? Li Zesi thought he was funny.

Zhou Hui seemed to have forgotten about this matter, he didn't mention how to deal with Yue Feng at all, and tacitly let him continue to work in the secluded mansion, neither driving him away, nor punishing him. Li Zesi still went to visit Yue Feng in the secluded mansion on time every morning before Zhou Hui took the roll call, saying that he was visiting, but he just took a few glances from a distance outside the attic - Yue Feng still refused to see him, in fact, he had been locking himself in the house. According to his colleagues, only every evening does he come out to sort out his books and no longer speak to anyone. Someone saw that after he finished tidying up, he sat down to read alone, and didn't turn a page for a long time, and the whole person was stunned, not knowing what he was thinking.

The recent situation is unpredictable, so Li Zesi has to talk to Zhou Hui every night late, and when he finally liberates, the door of the prince's mansion has been closed. He thought about whether to sneak out, but he felt that it was a bit too much to do so, and the scars had to be healed by himself after all. When Zhu Luo opened his eyes in the morning, he accidentally touched the wound on his waist and gritted his teeth in pain.

This wound was caused by a black sword four or five days ago, when he was following his eldest brother Zhu Zhi to check the black market. As long as he closed his eyes, the sword that pounced like a poisonous snake was still vivid. But this little injury is nothing, as long as you can block the eldest brother from being harmed, then the future life will be as usual. At the same time, what is deeply rooted in the memory is the ugly and disgusting peeling face. Won't spare him! Zhu Luo made up his mind that once he really gained a foothold in Tianyuan, he would kill this kid, and according to the eldest brother's wishes, he would peel off the rest of his skin little by little, and then coat it with chili peppers and roast it on an iron chisel until it was ripe. But before that, he had to rely on the protection of his eldest brother and endure every day—without his eldest brother, he was nothing at present.

In the past few days, the mansion of the eldest prince and the second prince is still quiet, and both sides are pretending not to know that there is such a thing. Chola was tired of these hypocritical aristocrats: if they didn't like each other, why didn't they pick out open warfare? If your subordinates fight like this, do you still have to act as if nothing happened? Forget it, these things are not something I can understand. Zhu Luo thought about it, and struggled to get up from the bed. He is currently living in his brother and sister-in-law's house, this house is on the periphery of the second prince Bai Ju's residence, it is a very clean three-entry courtyard, although the actual living area is not large, but because of the clever repair of the shadow wall that blocks the view, it seems deep and coiled, quite magnificent.

He and several male servants lived in the outermost courtyard, with Zhu Zhi's study in the middle, and the innermost bedroom for him and his wife, because Zhu Zhi still had no children, so only the couple and two maids lived there. Zhu Zhi, as an ordinary Tianyuan scholar, has the habit of reading, he never gets up early every day, and he doesn't ask his servants to get up, he walks to the study to read books, and when the sky is bright, he will never call someone to sweep the yard and cook, arrange the affairs of the day, and go to the second highness to help. Zhu Luo, who was still recuperating in bed for a few days, woke up very early today, and he didn't know what was going on, he always felt anxious, and he especially wanted to say a few words to his eldest brother. Therefore, despite the pain of the wound, he limped to the study by himself.

However, he hadn't really entered the study yet, and after bypassing the shadow wall, he saw through the window in the courtyard: Zhu Zhi hung his head on the book spread out in front of him, quietly motionless. Fear suddenly grabbed Zhu Luo, he let go of his hand, and he didn't know how to step on his two legs, and slammed the door with a rolling belt, and a pungent smell of blood came to his face: the study had turned into a sea of blood. All the books, soaked in a bright red liquid. The eldest brother Zhu Zhi, as usual, sat upright in the chair, his hands casually on his knees and armrests, but his head was lonely on the book, far apart from his neck. The white spinal cord peeking out of the cervical vertebrae, and the dried flesh around it, stared at the trembling Jolo as if they were sneering.

He didn't even scream, he fainted as soon as it was dark. Before breakfast, Zhou Hui's mansion received a note, and a servant came to Zhou Hui, who was preparing breakfast, and reported that the second prince had informed Dali Temple, saying that the murderer must be arrested and severely punished. When Zhou Hui heard this, he didn't stop the girl who was combing his hair behind him, but just nodded and said, I know. When he was done combing it thoroughly, he walked out of the bedroom, and saw Shen Luo sitting there drinking morning tea, so he asked, "Is it delicious?"

"Overnight tea, don't even want shabu shabu." Shen Luo replied coldly, "This kind of is also worth making trouble, it seems that it is going to be against that side." Zhou Hui didn't answer: "What about Li Zesi?" "I don't know." "I ate all the morning snacks in a while, and I didn't leave them for him." As he was talking, Li Zesi came in with a curtain: "You dare." Zhou Hui laughed: "I'll have the final say here!" I dare! After laughing, he asked, "I said, why did you go?" I don't see anyone early in the morning. ”

Li Zesi snatched the teapot from Shen Luo and poured water for himself: "I'll go to the secluded mansion to see Yue Feng." Zhou Huiyi frowned: "That kid? What happened to him? "It's nothing." Shen Luo looked at the teapot that originally belonged to him, and suddenly asked, "Is he in the secluded house this morning?" "Of course." Li Zesi sneered, "Do you think he is like you, unaware of ghosts every day?" Shen Luo smiled, came over with a cold smile, and said, "Then you tell him good news, just say that the person who bullied him on the black market at that time moved his head this morning." ”

"What?" Li Zesi's hand shook, and the tea almost didn't spill out, "What do you mean?" Zhou Hui explained a little irritably: "The second brother's Zhu Zhi was found in the study this morning and his head was cut off. ”