Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Yi: "Second brother, what do you think?" ”

Xiao Yi knelt beside her, peeling oranges slowly.

His fingertips were white, reflecting the pale blue orange peel, and there was a different kind of beauty under the lamplight.

He didn't answer, just broke the orange petal and stuffed one into her mouth: "I don't know." In the end, among the people present, you and I are not murderers. ”

Nan Baoyi grabbed the orange petal, and before he could chew it, Xiao Zizhong's face was gloomy, and he suddenly slapped the table: "Bold!" ”

Nan Baoyi trembled in fright, and the orange petals fell on her skirt in embarrassment.

Xiao Zizhong was unhappy: "How can you instruct Xiao Daoyan to peel oranges for you?!" Of course, I don't feel sorry for my brother, I just can't get used to your despicable behavior of saying you love him, but in fact treating him as a slave! ”

Nan Baoyi silently picked up the orange petals.

Xiao Zizhong, is there something wrong with this?

When did she ask her second brother to peel oranges for her?

When did she take her second brother as a slave?

Xiao Zi glanced at Xiao Yi with a distressed heart, with a unique manhood: "I miss my Xiao family's sons, everyone stands up to the sky, and it is impossible to condescend to serve women——"

"Peel."

The ignorant and immature girl's voice suddenly sounded.

Wen Zhining held a green orange and looked up at Xiao Zizhong expectantly.

Xiao Zizhong froze in place.

Wen Zhining saw that he didn't move, and tilted his head: "I want to eat." ”

Xiao Zizhong coughed twice.

In the strange eyes of everyone, he peeled off the orange without saying a word, and even carefully picked out the white orange on the orange petal.

He sent the orange petal to Wen Zhining's mouth: "Ning Ning is good, open your mouth, ah......"

"Ah......h

While coaxing Wen Zhining to eat oranges tenderly, he turned to everyone ruthlessly: "This hall is caring for the weak, and the nature of Xiao Daoyan is completely different, so remember it for this hall!" ”

Wen Zhining was ignorant: "I still have to eat ......"

Xiao Zizhong immediately changed to a smiling expression: "Ning Ning, are oranges sweet?" ”

Nan Baoyi felt that this guy's expression twitched, as if he was about to split.

Nan Baozhu ate two pieces of flower cake and whispered: "Although this matter has nothing to do with me, I have a word, I don't know whether to talk about it or not." ”

Zhao Xiaoman has loved Ning Wanzhou since he was a child, but he was intercepted by Nan Baozhu, so he was very jealous.

She was not angry: "If you know it's not appropriate to talk about it, don't talk about it!" ”

Sister Ning gently patted the back of Nan Baozhu's hand: "It's all my own people, what does Baozhu have to say, to put it bluntly, the eldest sister and Ah Zhou are here." ”

Nan Baozhu glanced at her gratefully and said seriously: "I'm wondering, since someone is informing, can you check the entry and exit records of the palace during that time?" Who met Empress Shen in person, should be able to find out, right? ”

The palace rules are strict.

The palace gate will not only count the people entering and leaving the palace, but even the things they carry with them will be recorded.

Nan Baoyi clapped his hands: "This method is good, tomorrow morning, I will send someone to check!" ”

"What's good?" Zhao Xiaoman was unhappy, "She is a girl from the countryside, and the idea she came up with must be unreliable!" Maybe it's a collusion with Wen Zhining, and he wants to use the palace archives to frame my sister! ”

Ning Wanzhou stared at her coldly: "If Little Lady Zhao doesn't have a better way, shut up for me." After all, noisy dogs are the most annoying. ”

Zhao Xiaoman was angry and aggrieved: "Little grandfather, I have always been in love with you, and you humiliated me so much!" ”

She was about to have a seizure, when Xiao Yi suddenly got up and walked to the flower window.

"Second brother?"

Nan Baoyi followed curiously.

When she saw the scene outside the window, she couldn't help but hide her lips.

Gradually, the crowd gathered around.

The window is facing the garden.

This garden used to be the Wen family's mansion, but now it has been transformed into a garden of drunken flowers, with a stage, a water pavilion, a pavilion, etc., for distinguished guests to enjoy.

Tonight, on Chinese New Year's Eve, the garden was not open and no lights were lit.

In the darkness, there was a faint green glow, slowly emerging from the water and the shadows of the trees.

They gradually converged into a large area, like countless fireflies, wandering in the darkness and spreading towards the end of the sky.

Langjun of the Zhou family turned pale: "Ghost fire? ”

Xiao Yi squinted, suddenly turned around and walked downstairs.

"Second brother, what did you see?"

Nan Baoyi shouted and hurriedly followed.

Everyone didn't hesitate to follow, wanting to take a closer look.

Zhao Xiaoman was scared when he heard the ghost fire, he didn't dare to go down, and when he saw that everyone was gone, he was afraid of staying here alone, so he had to follow with fear.

Walking to the top of the stairs, she heard a rustling sound behind her.

She subconsciously turned her head.

……

Snow falls in the garden.

Everyone hurriedly followed Xiao Yi out, and the faint green ghost fire was gradually dissipating.

The second sister of the Ning family turned pale: "I heard the nurse say that this kind of green ghost fire is the soul of a person who died in vain." Thinking about the ghost fire tonight, it is the Wen family, they are back, they are coming back on Chinese New Year's Eve night, enjoying the sacrifices......"

She believed in the gods and Buddhas, and couldn't help but kneel on the ground and prayed with her palms folded: "Amitabha, Tong'er, we grew up together since childhood, but we were negligent and didn't prepare sacrifices for you...... Tong'er, please don't blame us, we will prepare cattle, sheep, chickens and ducks, and burn paper money for you......"

She chattered like a monk chanting scriptures.

Nan Baoyi's head was big when he heard it.

How can there be ghosts in the world, if people become ghosts after death, then so many people have died throughout the ages, and the world will not be able to plug it for a long time.

She turned to Xiao Yi and was about to ask him what he had seen, when Zhao Jinghong suddenly chased after the ghost fire.

The girl wore a pear blossom white Luo skirt and the dancing girl mask around her waist, and walked through the snow like crazy: "Tong'er, are you back?!" Tong'er, don't go, Wen Tong——! ”

Her voice was full of sorrow and begging.

A cold wind blows.

Zhao Jinghong tripped over her skirt and fell to the ground, her lacquer hair was messy and drooping, she reached out to grab the wisp of ghost fire, but the ghost fire quietly annihilated into nothingness in her palm.

She didn't catch anything.

She sat down in the snow and cried like a fragile glass doll.

The eldest Langjun of the Zhou family and the elder sister of the Ning family went to support her.

Nan Baoyi glanced at the tears on her cheeks.

Originally, she guessed that the traitor might be Zhao Jinghong, but the sadness on the other party's face didn't seem to be pretended.

She looked at Xiao Yi again.

The other party frowned, as if he was thinking about something.

She bit her lip and glanced at everyone around her vigilantly, deciding to discuss it with her second brother when she returned home.

Everyone returned to the Drunken Huayin Restaurant.

Passing through the back door and lobby, at the corner of the stairs, I saw a girl lying motionless on the ground, and a large blood stain quietly spread from the back of her head.

Everyone was stunned and panicked instantly.

Nan Baoyi was about to step forward, and Xiao Yi shook her hand.

With a blank face, he walked to the front and turned over the girl's body.

The girl wears a green grimace mask on her face, like someone's prank.

Xiao Yi took off his mask.

The twisted and frightened face under the mask belonged to Zhao Xiaoman.

Her head was bleeding and she had been dead for a long time.

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Draw fifty small red envelopes

Anyway, the red envelope is a message at the end of the chapter, not a paragraph message duck, birch birch, your message is in the wrong place