Xie Sanyu remembered that he had just arrived in Jizhou, and was admiring the beauty of the sunset alone on the edge of the cliff, when he suddenly saw a young woman hanging white silk on a branch. He looked down on the person who committed suicide the most in his life, and he didn't plan to pay attention to it, but he still rushed over and cut off Bai Aya. He tried to scare her and make her understand the truth that life is precious, but he didn't expect her to kick him.

He discovered at that time that she was not a weak and assertive woman, let alone someone who gave up easily, and he still wonders why she chose to commit suicide that day. In his opinion, even if she is forced into a corner by the enemy, she will choose to fight to the death with the enemy rather than end her own life.

Thinking of He Huan's temper, Xie San chuckled, but when his eyes touched the picture of her and Shen Jinglun looking at each other, the light smile on his face immediately disappeared. She can like anyone, why is it Shen Jinglun?

He Huan always thought that Xie San had taken Feng Jiyang's body back to Beijing to recover his life, naturally he didn't know that he was looking at herself, and she didn't understand why Shen Jinglun brought up the topic of concubines again, what did he mean by "he will go to Zhuangzi to visit them", didn't he swear before that he didn't want to see her again in three years?

He Huan looked at Shen Jinglun, shook his head slowly, and replied clearly: "I said last time that I would not be a concubine with anyone." Seeing a hint of disappointment flashing in Shen Jinglun's eyes, she suspected that she had seen it wrong, and said suspiciously: "I thought you didn't want to see me." ”

Shen Jinglun was silent, just staring at her blindly, as if he wanted to see her through.

After a moment, He Huan finally realized that their posture was ambiguous. She lowered her head and moved her shoulder, trying to break free of his palm, when suddenly there was a slight pain in her shoulder. She knew that he had increased the strength of his palm. She could only stop struggling. Look up at him.

Touching her gaze again. Shen Jinglun let go suddenly, took two steps back, and turned his head to look at the rising sun.

There was silence again. He Huan couldn't help but look towards the carriage. She could no longer hear the nurse's soft snort. Shen Jinglun turned his back and blocked her view.

He Huan's feet moved, and he didn't step forward after all, but pleaded with Shen Jinglun's back: "I just want to see him, even if it's just from a distance." ”

Shen Jinglun didn't look back, but refused in a low voice: "He is probably asleep." Next time. So saying, he commanded the servant to bring the horses over, and told the steward to prepare for the journey.

He Huan was disappointed. She thought that when he went back to the carriage, he would at least take a look at his son's swaddling clothes. It's a pity that Shen Jinglun turned over and got on the horse and didn't look at her again, and the curtain of the carriage didn't move at all, so she didn't even have the opportunity to look at her son through the gap in the curtain.

He Huan stood in place, watching the carriage go away.

Xie San wanted to keep up, but he was afraid that He Huan would find him. turned to alarm Shen Jinglun. Until He Huan got into the carriage of the He family, he was preparing to chase the convoy. Then he saw his men hurrying to his horses. The two whispered a few words, Xie San hesitated for a moment, and ordered his subordinates to keep an eye on Shen Jinglun, while he turned his horse's head and galloped away.

He Huan sat alone in the car, looking in a trance. She reached out in distraction and pressed her shoulder, as if Shen Jinglun's palm temperature was still there.

The only memory she has of her son is a brief encounter at her funeral. Thinking of her son's chubby little face, she suddenly resented Shen Jinglun, but his deep affection for Lin Xiyan made her unable to really resent him.

The carriage bumped all the way in He Huan's ambivalent mood, and after half an hour, it stopped at the mouth of a crowded alley. "What happened?" He Huan asked.

Uncle Zhang looked around, but the entrance of the alley was blocked by the people, and the carriage could not enter. With that, he got out of the car to find out the ins and outs.

He Huan heard the people talking in the car, saying that someone was dead and the yacha was handling the case, she suddenly had a bad premonition, stretched out her hand to open the curtain of the car, and saw the catchers driving away the onlookers from a distance. She didn't even think about jumping out of the carriage and walking towards the crowd.

"The official errand handles the case, nothing to look at, go home!"

The scolding of the catchers was getting closer and closer, and He Huan's heart was beating faster and faster. Seeing that she couldn't squeeze through, she could only raise her voice and ask: "Brother Guan, is the person who died He Daxu?" ”

"Who are you?" A quick finger pointed at He Huan, and asked with a calm face.

Hearing this, He Huan's heart sank heavily. Before she could answer, another catcher recognized He Huan and asked, "Miss He, why are you here?" ”

He Huan didn't answer and asked: "Is it Lin Zhutou who is handling the case?" ”

Catching a quick head who recognized He Huan, whispered a few words with his companions, and let He Huan in.

He Huan crossed the catchers and walked into the courtyard door quickly, and saw a familiar figure talking to the catchers.

"Miss He?" Chang'an was slightly stunned.

Xie San heard the voice, and when he turned around, he saw He Huan looking at him in astonishment.

"Third Master Xie." He Huan stepped forward and saluted, "Didn't you go back to Beijing to resume your life?" ”

"Miss He, why did you come here?" Lin Zhutou also looked at He Huan in astonishment.

On the side, Lin Zhutou's subordinates hurriedly explained, because she said that the deceased was He Daxu, he took her in.

When He Huan heard this, he muttered in a low voice: "Is the deceased really He Daxu?" She stood on tiptoe and looked in.

Xie San took a step sideways, blocking He Huan's sight. After He Daxu was slashed by a knife, he stabbed more than a dozen times, the scene was unbearable, and the house was also turned into a mess. For a while, neither he nor Lin Zhutou could tell whether this was a robbery, a vendetta, or whether he was killed.

He Huan looked at Xie San strangely and asked, "How did he die?" ”

Xie San didn't answer, and drove her out, muttering, "There's nothing to see, let's go to the yard." ”

Lin Zhutou looked at the two of them coldly, one tried his best to look into the house, and the other desperately didn't let her look at it. He glanced back at He Daxu in the center of the room, only to see his eyes wide open and in a pool of blood, his eyes full of horror and disbelief. The smell of blood filled the room.

In the courtyard, He Huan pursed his lips and looked at Xie San, who looked down at He Huan.

In a short silence, Lin Zhutou stepped forward and asked, "Miss He, how do you know that the deceased is He Daxu?" ”

"Lin Zhutou, didn't you see Bai Shao in the yamen?" He Huan didn't answer the rhetorical question.

Lin Zhutou shook his head, only saying that he was not on duty last night, so he went home. I got a report from my subordinates early this morning, and rushed to the scene directly from my home, but did not return to the yamen.

As soon as his words fell, Xie San asked He Huan: "Listen to your tone, you ordered Bai Shao to go to the yamen early in the morning to report the news?" Do you recognize He Daxu? ”

He Huan shook his head. She vaguely felt Xie San's anger, didn't they "laugh and enmity" last time?

At that moment, seeing Lin Zhutou looking at her with burning eyes, she could only answer lightly: "Yesterday, Lin Zhutou showed me the account books of Yongji Pawnshop. Yongji Pawnshop handed over the rent of the house in Stone Lane to Feng Jiyang, but my aunt told me that from eight years ago to three years ago, the rent of the house had been given to her by He Daxu. Not only my aunt and grandmother, but everyone in my family doesn't know Feng Jiyang. ”

Speaking of this, she turned to Lin Zhutou and explained: "Yesterday, when I learned about this incident, I immediately ordered Uncle Zhang to go to the yamen to tell Lin Zhutou, and then went to Lin Zhutou's house. Both the people of the yamen and Lin Zhutou's neighbors can testify. After saying this, she smiled again: "You don't doubt that it was Uncle Zhang, or what those old and weak women and children in my family did, right?" ”

"Not really." Lin Zhutou shook his head, and sighed regretfully: "On the way home from the Yamen, I went to eat a bowl of noodles. If you had taken him to the yamen last night, you might have been able to save his life. He sighed, glancing towards Xie San out of the corner of his eye.

Xie San still glanced at He Huan from time to time, and the picture of her and Shen Jinglun looking at each other ambiguously lingered in his mind. Suddenly, he asked He Huan: "Did you tell Uncle Shen about He Daxu?" ”

He Huan was inexplicable, shook his head and said, "Third Master Xie laughed, this matter has nothing to do with Uncle Shen at all, why did I tell him?" How to tell him? ”

"You dare to say that you haven't seen Shen Jinglun." Xie San blurted out, and hurriedly covered it up: "I mean, he is your cousin-in-law, if you tell him about your family, it is normal." ”

"I never mentioned the word 'He Daxu' to my cousin-in-law." He Huan's tone was slightly stiff.

Lin Zhutou had been on an errand for decades, so he naturally sensed that the atmosphere between Xie San and He Huan was wrong. As soon as he wanted to expose the topic, he saw his subordinates coming towards him with a servant. Serious matter, he led the servant into the house to inspect the body.

Lin Zhutou's departure made the atmosphere between He Huan and Xie San more solemn. He Huan didn't want to make trouble, and suddenly thought that Shen Jinglun had just told her that she didn't have to worry about the He family being involved in the case of the black scarf. She looked up at Xie San with a little doubt in her eyes. According to her intuition, it was Xie San who interceded for the He family, not Shen Jinglun.

He Huan said tentatively: "Third Master Xie, yesterday Lin Zhutou showed me the account book of Yongji Pawnshop. She observed the change in Xie San's expression.

"So what?" Xie San turned his head to look at her.

The moment their eyes met, He Huan hurriedly looked away. She suddenly discovered that Xie San and Shen Jinglun were two completely different types of people.

Shen Jinglun's indifference is born from within, even if he is polite to everyone, no one dares to be presumptuous in front of him, let alone say that he understands Shen Jinglun. He seemed to be a piece of cold jade, delicate and clear, white and flawless, but no one dared to hold it in the palm of his hand, for fear of being burned by his cold.

In contrast, Xie San was like a clear spring, although she didn't know where its source was and where it would flow, but in this part of her eyes, she could see its clarity and clarity. She was sure that he was harmless.

"Third Master Xie." He Huan raised his head, only to find that Xie San also looked away. He is harmless, and that doesn't mean he won't put pressure on her. She let out a secret breath and asked, "Are you angry?" If I accidentally offended you, I apologize to you. ”

"I'm not angry, and you haven't offended me!" Xie San shook his head.

He Huan wanted to say something, but before he could speak, he saw a catcher running into the yard out of breath, and said loudly: "Catch the head, and find another corpse, in the west of the city, cut the throat with a knife!" (To be continued......)

PS: I'm really a kind and disciplined author.,Look at the name of my chapter.,It's clearly a spoiler wow.,Praise me!