When Qi Liangzheng came out of Sikong Mansion, he walked the eaves of the wall with light skills.

There is a winding path at the back door of Sikong Mansion, which leads directly to the back mountain.

He leaned on the big stone, took out the letter Sikong Yao gave him, and opened it casually and looked at it twice.

There are only a few words on the rice paper, and it is weak and weak.

"This letter is to be handed over to Liang Zhen by Lord Qi, this is my promise to her."

Recalling this sentence in his ears, Qi Liangzheng's long eyes narrowed slightly, and the letter paper in his hand instantly split into fragments.

The desolation was scattered on the ground, mixed with the autumn wind, blowing down without a trace.

A few pieces of the stump were stained with ink, rolled up in the dirt, and the boots stepped on, leaving deep and shallow marks.

The ink on the piece of paper was torn apart, and the word "scorpion" was broken in half.

Looking again, the black-clothed figure had blurred into the distance.

Qi Mansion

Qi Liang Zheng Courtyard (Qingxuan Courtyard)

In the study——

Ying Zhichu supported his cheek with one hand, staring at the maid writing and drawing on the bookcase.

The maid is dressed in a blue dress, her facial features are delicate and soft, and she talks and behaves like a caring big sister.

"What's your name?"

"The slave maid is called Xueshuang, and the girl can call the slave and maid Shuang'er."

"Xueshuang, how old are you this year?"

"The slave is nineteen this year."

"Well, how long have you been in Qi's Mansion?"

"Slave maid...... I've been here for 10 years. ”

"So long? …… So, haven't you ever thought about getting married? ”

"When the slave maid was seven years old, both parents died, and she was sold by her uncle to rap in the theater troupe, and later ...... Later, when he met an adult at the age of nine, he returned to Qifu with him and never left. ”

"Oh, Qi Liang argues that he treats you well?"

"Uh-huh, my lord treats us very well."

The sound is soft, soft and beautiful, but the pen is sprinkled, and the small characters of Juanxiu are listed on the rice paper, and soon a clear picture of Qifu is drawn.

The brush smoothed the ink, and the plain hand dotted on the freshly drawn drawing, and Xue Shuang patiently answered for Ying Zhichu, "Girl, this incense courtyard is the courtyard of Young Master Qi, and the slave maid will mark it for you, except here, anywhere on the map, you can move around at will." ”

The ink pen drew a black circle on the drawing, and Xue Shuang raised his head again, and sure enough, he looked confused at the beginning of the weaving.

"Huh?"

Xue Shuang's eyes smiled, and she said softly: "Girl, ask whatever you want, slave maid...... Slaves and maids won't tell the truth. ”

Ying Zhichu stretched his eyebrows and smiled back, "I'm wondering, is your young master Qi not having a good relationship with Qi Liangzheng?" ”

After she asked, she blinked weakly, waiting for the snow to prevaricate.

Xueshuang looked at the girl's bright eyes, and then calmly nodded after a moment.

"Well, that's true."

Ying Zhichu opened his mouth in surprise, and couldn't help but approach her, "Can you really say it, don't you shy away from this?" ”

"The girl is the second son's honored guest, no matter what the girl asks, as long as the slave knows it, she will know everything." Xue Shuang covered her lips and smiled lightly, comforting her, "Don't worry, girl, it's really a secret thing, and the second son won't let a subordinate like a slave and maid know." ”

"It's hard to imagine that Qi Liangzheng has such a caring slave like you." Ying Zhichu shook his head, unable to hide his envy.

Her fair cheeks were dyed with two pale reds, and the shyness at the corners of her eyes was replaced by softness, just as respectful as she had been before.

"The girl of this mansion is put away, you can take it out and see it in your spare time, there are many courtyards in Qifu, and there are a lot of interesting places, if the girl is bored, you can go around."

Xue Shuang's five fingers gently smoothed the drawing, and her fingertips fell on the three words "Qingxuanyuan", and the corners of her eyes became two more tender.

Ying Zhichu said yes lightly, and then she heard the sound of footsteps, she raised her eyes and saw that Qi Liangzheng was walking towards the main room unhurriedly.

"Xueshuang, you put the picture away for me first, I have something to do." She didn't have time to think about it, and her body was the first to flash out of the study.

"Girl......"

Xueshuang looked at her hurried back and only shook her head slightly.

Ying Zhichu trotted to catch up with Qi Liangzheng, who was about to enter the main room, and gasped slightly to stop him, "Qi Liangzheng, you wait." ”

Fingers on the flower carving door seemed to be pushed, and her gaze was more narrow.

"Early in the morning, you can't stay?"

He sneered coldly, his hand still hanging back to his side, ready to listen to her long speech.

"I want to ask you, can I go back? Shocking that he can't find me, he'll be in a hurry. ”

"The murder of Qiushui Pavilion has not yet been investigated. If you go back to the house in the south of the city, Jing Zhaoyin will definitely come to the door to ask people, and then interrogate and ask questions, revealing your identity, are you willing? ”

He raised his eyebrows to look at her, and looked at her with a face full of unwillingness, and a nameless anger rippled in his heart.

Before he had time to think deeply, his palm took a quick step and dragged her into the room.

A moment later, the door was closed, blocking the peeking eyes of Xue Shuang from the door.

Xue Shuang held the folded drawings, bowed his head and smiled faintly.

The sun fell on her, dragging a long shadow of loss on the ground.

"You let go."

Ying Zhichu struggled slightly, broke free from the shackles of the young man, and refuted him with a slight frown, "I have a clear conscience, even if it is an interrogation by the government, I am not afraid." ”

Qi Liangzheng was not forced, sat down indifferently, and refilled a cup of hot tea for himself.

He wanted to change out of his outfit and go see her again.

Unexpectedly, she was more anxious than herself, and she was anxious to go back to the broken house.

The tea that slid to his lips was not too hot, and he laughed angrily: "You can see this kind of color, I really don't know how Miss Liang's eyes look?" ”

"Born with your parents, you don't envy you." She watched coldly and said angrily.

"What do I envy, you are beautiful for me to see, but you can't see it yourself." He spun his cup and watched the tea mist carefully.

She was so angry that she couldn't refute it for a while.

Qi Liang saw this and was discouraged.

The corners of his lips curled into a smile, "Come and sit down, I have something for you." ”

"What?"

"Sikong Yao's letter to you." As soon as he finished speaking, he watched the woman sit awkwardly beside him as he wished, and the fragrance of his daughter wafted away.

Qi Liangzheng was slightly stunned, and immediately covered the ripples in his heart, and looked at her indifferently, "I brought back the letter for you, what do you pay me back?" ”

"You...... You don't have to ask. ”

Ying Zhichu finished thinking about it, and asked one more question, "Sikong Yao, is she okay?" ”

Qi Liangzheng's eyes added a hint of coldness, "Life is not long." ”

Ying Zhichu nodded, and there was not much surprise at this answer.

These days in Qi's mansion, she has carefully sorted out the causes and consequences of the incident.

When I sighed, I guessed that this was the end.

can make Sikong Yao gamble like a madman, I'm afraid she didn't want to be alone, but Qingzhi is dead, and she has no way out, Yang Shu asked what to do?

Doesn't she care if he lives or dies?

Ying Zhichu sighed softly in silence, his fingers spread out in front of his eyes.

"What about faith?"

Qi Liangzheng raised his eyebrows slightly, and cooperated with the extension of his right hand and gently covered it.

The slightly cool long fingers were stacked on the softness, and Ying Zhichu's mouth was slightly panicked, but he couldn't get rid of it in a hurry.

He amusedly looked at her little face full of confusion, and his palms were slightly forced, clenching harder.

Ying Zhichu endured to glare at him bitterly, and didn't say a word begging for mercy.

"Still leaving?"

He asked inexplicably, and the woman was relieved.

"Let's go."

His eyes narrowed, and his hand strength was three points, but he had no strength.

"Hiss——, letter me."

"Don't give. Unless, you're stealing something for me......"

He let go of her and went to get the teacup with his palm red.

"What's that?" Ying Zhichu rubbed his palms and puffed up.

"The relics of Xiang Yuanzhi, "The Picture of the Lady of the Landscape".

A cup of hot tea is placed in the girl's hand.

Ying Zhichu raised his eyes again, but he was already surprised.

"To the distance, to the lord?"

Yaoqin's wrong payment is over.