Cheng Jiao said: "General." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 🔥 What are you going to do? ”

Zhang Bao'er beckoned to a carriage: "It's too hard for you to run back and forth like this, let's get in the car and say." ”

Cheng Jiao said: "I'm not so squeamish. ”

When she saw the coachman smiling and looking at her, she felt that her cheeks were hot, and she was only laughing at herself and Zhang Baoer, who were lonely and widowed, walking in the same car, even though she knew Zhang Baoer's kindness, she was only grateful in her heart, and refused to get into the car anyway.

Zhang Bao'er couldn't resist her, so she had to continue walking, saying as she walked: "Although Xiao Cheng died by hitting a pillar, the cause was that he had seen the ghost talisman drawn by 'Pei Feng', and he suddenly went crazy, I suspect that he was probably poisoned." So I want you to ask Cui Wenli, where Xiao Cheng was buried after his death, and I want to re-examine the autopsy. ”

Cheng Jiao replied: "No problem, I'll go now." ”

Zhang Baoer said: "Don't worry, it's past noon, it's over today, and I'll talk about it tomorrow." ”

Cheng Jiao said: "You go back and wait for news." I'm afraid I'll be tired, so prepare me a pot of chrysanthemum tea. ”

Zhang Bao'er had a deep understanding of her stubbornness, and didn't say anything more at the moment, so she asked Ji Wen to go back first, and she and Uncle Hua went back to the Drunken Spring Pavilion.

Zhang Baoer first went to the stove room to find a pot of wine, drank cold dishes, and then returned to the room.

As soon as he entered the door, he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, and one person followed, but it was Uncle Hua.

"Did you find anything?"

Uncle Hua held up a pill in his hand and shook it in front of Zhang Baoer's eyes.

"What?"

Uncle Hua handed the medicine to Zhang Bao'er: "This is what I found in Cheng Ke's room, do you think it's poison?" ”

Zhang Bao'er held the pill, leaned under her nose and sniffed it, shook her head and said, "It's not like it." Show Song Langzhong tomorrow, he is an expert. ”

Uncle Hua was slightly disappointed: "Since Cheng Ke died, his room has been empty, and the relics are all there, and they are neatly tied. I found the pill in a drawer, stole one, and thought he had been poisoned. ”

After Uncle Hua went out, Zhang Baoer quickly made a pot of eight-treasure chrysanthemum tea, hid it in his arms, sneakily went downstairs, and came out of the back door.

By this time, the people in the garden had dispersed, and only the garden was full of flowers and plants. The laurel trees stand out from the crowd, with small pale white flowers hanging on the branches, and the slightest fragrance stops in the air, stagnating, and when they arrive, it seems that everything has become nothing.

Suddenly, a figure flashed, and out of the tree came an old man with gray hair, who was the old servant who had been watering the garden just now.

"Childe is good." He winced in a greeting and walked back. In addition to tending to the flowers and plants, he was also responsible for guarding the back door, and near the back door of the garden, there was a hut where he lived.

Zhang Baoer asked, "Uncle, do you recognize me?" ”

"It's good for Childe to call me Lao He." He didn't stop at his feet, turned his head and grinned at Zhang Bao'er, "I listened to a few guys talking about you, and I guess it must be because I look at the talent of my son." ”

Zhang Bao'er watched him get into the hut, and couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, it turned out that the topic of the guys talking about the world would be himself.

The doors and windows of Cheng Jiao's small building are closed, and the heavy curtains are hanging low, Zhang Baoer knows that she is shy by nature, but blocking the curtains in broad daylight still makes people feel inappropriate.

Zhang Baoer knocked on the door, but no one answered. He pushed lightly, but did not latch, then flashed in, and called, "Miss Cheng." ”

After waiting for a while, there was still no response, Zhang Baoer didn't think much about it, and walked upstairs.

The upstairs is furnished like most maiden boudoirs, simple and elegant, separated by a chic moon door, with a dressing table, wardrobe and bookshelves on the outside, and a single bed on the inside. Zhang Baoer saw a person standing in front of the bed through the bead curtain, like an old monk in a fixed position, not moving at all.

Zhang Baoer entered her boudoir without Cheng Jiao's permission, which was already very presumptuous, and the world behind the bead curtain was impossible to go. He stopped far away, looked at the back behind the curtain and smiled: "Have you thought about it on the wall?" ”

Cheng Jiao still didn't move and didn't answer.

Zhang Bao'er smiled dryly: "Is that thinking about your heart?" ”

The shadow behind the curtain was like a piece of wood, and it didn't snort.

"She's going to be fine, right?" At this time, Zhang Baoer couldn't hold her breath, and jumped over with an arrow step, and she was about to open the bead curtain to see what was going on.

Just as his fingers touched the curtain beads, the person inside suddenly turned around and swung a sharp axe, slashing him in the chest. The change was sudden, Zhang Baoer didn't have time to make any resistance, only instinctively leaned back, and then heard a "pop", the teapot hidden in his arms was chopped to pieces, the fragments pierced the skin, and his chest was red in an instant.

In the colorful falling beads, there is a hideous and terrifying face, which is full of scars and miserable.

Uncle Hua broke in through the window, and he didn't care so much, so he carried Zhang Bao'er by the neck and landed on the grass outside the building.

Uncle Hua waited for a long time, but after waiting for a long time, the man did not follow him like a ghost who could not see the light.

The people in front were alarmed by the sound, and they rushed into the garden one after another, surrounding Zhang Baoer to ask the reason.

Wu Bingdao: "Childe, did you fight with our young lady?" ”

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He also seemed to find it difficult to speak, and raised his hand and pointed ahead. Everyone looked and saw that Cheng Jiao was coming quickly.

Zhang Bao'er stared at the upstairs window without blinking, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, I accidentally fell." ”

He was afraid that telling the truth would cause panic among everyone, and if it spread, it would even affect the business of the Drunken Spring Pavilion.

Cheng Jiao understood his good intentions and drove everyone away: "There's nothing to see, let's go back." ”

When everyone dispersed, Zhang Baoer unbuttoned her clothes, pulled out a few pieces of teapot fragments nailed into the flesh, and said with a smile: "If it weren't for the teapot brother to break my bones for me, we would be separated by yin and yang now." ”

Cheng Jiao stared at the broken window and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

Zhang Bao'er stared at her and said: "Follow your instructions to Miss Cheng, prepare eight treasures of chrysanthemum tea and wait for you, who knows that it is not tea that is sent, it is fate!" A guy who is not human, a ghost is standing behind the curtain, I thought it was you, so I didn't watch out, but when I got closer, he suddenly gave me an axe, alas, it's a pity a good pot of tea! ”

Seeing that he was just a skin injury, Cheng Jiao's heart was relieved and asked, "Is he gone?" ”

Zhang Bao'er shook her head and said, "I didn't see him come out, maybe he's still inside." ”

Cheng Jiao brushed out his long sword: "You are guarding here, I'll go in and find him." ”

Without waiting for Zhang Bao'er to agree, she was on tiptoe and floated into the attic like a light cloud.

Zhang Bao'er was willing to let her take the risk alone, and shouted: "Wait! ”

Uncle Hua had already swept ahead of him and went upstairs first.

The sun is abundant in the afternoon, but through the curtains, there is very little left. Cheng Jiao and Uncle Hua went upstairs cautiously, and every step seemed to be thrilling. However, the upstairs was empty, almost suffocatingly quiet, only the curtain beads scattered all over the ground proved that Zhang Baoer was not lying.