The carriage passed by Caixiu Pavilion in a low-key manner and drove towards the alleys of Nancheng.

On the Caixiu Pavilion, a man was wearing an ink-colored brocade robe, he leaned lazily on the bench, the brocade robe slid down his long legs, revealing the golden thread dragon pattern embroidered in the brocade robe, his face was pale and had a sickly feeling that did not match his temperament.

The secret guard knelt in front of him: "Childe, I found it, and it was the fourth lady from the Mu Mansion who sat inside, who came from the Mu Mansion and went to the alleys of Nancheng." ”

"Mu Mansion?"

From Mufu to Nancheng alley, why do you need to make a big detour to this Caixiu Pavilion?

The man threw an object at the guard: "Go, put this at the place where it happened." ”

After the dark guard took the things, the man seemed to cough twice, and after a while, he took out the black veil, as if there was a faint cold fragrance, and the corners of his lips hooked: "Fourth Miss, Mu Li." ”

The alleys of the southern city were crowded, and the carriage was parked on the periphery, and the voices of onlookers were heard one after another.

"Tut-tut, the death is unknown, you can see, Song Fugui's whole person was cut into several pieces, and when he was carried out, his eyes were not closed, and his throat was also cut off, leaving only a layer of skin to hang."

"No, I'm not scared, you don't scare me."

"I'm scared of you, I saw with my own eyes that when the people of Dali Temple carried Song Fugui out, the skin that hung Song Fugui's head was also cracked, and the head rolled out with a grunt, and his eyes were still staring."

When Qiu Yue heard this, she was so frightened that she hugged the dew drops, her face turned pale with fright, and she trembled when she spoke: "Little ...... Miss, why don't we go back? ”

Mu Li stayed awake all night, and under Qiu Yue's expectant gaze, she nodded compassionately: "Let's go, go home." ”

Mu Li didn't want to come, but she had to do a good job, not to mention that she needed to make up for sleep, so that she could go over the wall to Caixiu Pavilion at night. Mu Li sighed, she never expected that she, as a woman, would look forward to going to Caixiu Pavilion one day, which is really unpredictable.

Dew Drop asked: "Miss, Song Fugui's death, why do you still need the old master and the young master to come out together?" ”

Before Mu Li could answer, Qiu Yue muttered: "It's not simple, that concubine deceived our young lady like this, master, they must have gone to watch the show." ”

"You think it's you, and you just think about watching the show every day."

Mu Li leaned on and fell asleep, his brain was about to be scalded into a pulp, and the broken corpses and bones in the dry well in his previous life were all transported away by Song Fugui unknowingly, for this reason, he won the favor of His Royal Highness the Prince, and he was on the rise.

When Mu Li returned to his house and slept dimly, the alleys of Nancheng turned upside down.

"Siqing, I found something from the dry well."

Wen Wenyuan picked up the dagger, the dagger was small and exquisite, obviously not used by men, the blood on the dagger had become black, he turned the dagger over, and when he saw the Mu character engraved on the dagger, his eyes narrowed, and he hurriedly walked towards the man of the Mu family.

Last night, Wenyuan tracked down the rakshasa, but the rakshasa did not catch it, but accidentally followed the blood to find this dry well, there are many broken bones in the dry well, and most of them are old, this matter is not suitable to publicize, so he found Mu Fu to help clean it up.

When Wen Yuan arrived, Mu Sheng happened to look at a broken bone with a solemn face.

"Mu Gongzi."

"Siqing."

"This matter is very important, there are many onlookers, and it is the time when Song Fugui is dead, presumably Song Fugui's matter will be in an uproar, and I don't know if your sister will be affected by the gossip."

When Mu Sheng heard Mu Li mentioned, his worried face looked much better: "It's okay, Li'er has come back, and with us watching, she won't be hurt." ”

Wen Yuan had an epiphany: "Didn't you say that you went to the Tibetan Spirit Temple?" ”

"I came back yesterday, but I didn't expect to encounter such a thing." Thinking that Mu Li had followed Song Fugui's side, as if he had lost his mind, Mu Sheng was a little worried, and he didn't know how Li'er had adjusted his mood in the past two months.

What Wen Yuan and Mu Sheng were thinking about were completely different things, Wen Wen Yuan thought that the abrasions on Song Fugui's neck before his death were caused by sharp weapons, and Song Fugui's leg bones were trampled on, which was also stepped on by people with internal strength.

Wen Wenyuan quipped: "Miss Mu has deep internal strength and strong martial arts, so she must not care about such things." ”

Mu Sheng looked at Wen Yuan, and Wen Yuan frowned: "Isn't it?" At the beginning, Song Fugui's body was whipped, and his clothes were torn, not just shattered by internal force. ”

Mu Sheng looked angry: "Nonsense, Li'er can't lift it in her hands or carry it on her shoulders since she was a child, where does her internal strength come from." ”

Wen Wenyuan took out the bloody dagger: "Dare to ask Mu Gongzi, what is this." ”