Hou Cong is the second time he has come to Yuwen Mansion. Because the Hou family is the master. The weight of his arrival at Yuwen Mansion is equivalent to the current crown prince coming to the Hou Mansion. The memory of the first time was completely blurred - it was to celebrate the birth of a boy in Yuwen Mansion - Changkong.

Yu Wenxing served tea in the main hall, looked at the 14-year-old young general, with a little gloom in his sophistication, and told himself about entering the palace in the morning without hurry. The two of them were of the same opinion: they did not hear any unusual sounds that night, and they did not hear them afterwards. Someone wants to use this high-stakes prophecy to combine a girl of unknown origin to bring disaster to the Hou family. The so-called "investigation" does not matter what you find, as long as you start to investigate, after all, it is a person who turns his back on his horse.

Hou Cong took a sip of tea, listened to the autumn breeze outside, and then turned his eyes to look at Yu Wenxing: "However, it is true that I competed with Ling Yuan at the family banquet. In other words, the people who spread rumors in the emperor's place are always the ones who have come to the banquet. In this matter, it is inconvenient for my grandfather to come forward, and it depends on General Yuwen. ”

In Yu Wenxing's heart, surprise mixed with joy. It turned out that Hou Cong had already made a plan, and he didn't want to discuss it with him, but came directly to give orders. The strength of this decisive killing is the same as that of his dead father, Hou Chong; It is the same as when General Hou was young. The Hou family, there are successors.

Yu Wenxing didn't say much, stared at the little master with blazing eyes, and arched his hands to show his obedience. Hou Cong got up from his seat, and Yu Wenxing announced the send-off with a tacit understanding. The guest of honour walked out of the room, into the courtyard, and towards the gate. In the autumn wind, the subordinates followed five or six zhang away, Hou Cong lowered his voice and revealed the plan to Yu Wenxing. Then, nodding slightly, he took the green pine, in the fragrance of chrysanthemums, and left.

Before getting on the sedan chair, he caught a glimpse of the three words "Painting Screen Lane" on the archway. The monkey face in the sky suddenly appeared in front of him. He once shouted under the moonlight, "White clothes are a tyrant in Picture Alley". "Hmph, what the hell do you mean?" Hou Cong muttered to himself, and then instructed Qing Song, "Don't go, stay here and investigate." Rice cakes are left for you to eat. ”

Qing Song took on such a task, thinking about the pretty widow Sister Hui who had just picked up in the kitchen to make soup, and made an appointment to come over when she had a break after lunch and paste the window drawer for her. A sweet dream was soaked, and Qing Song took out a piece of rice cake and stuffed it into his mouth at the entrance of the alley, unable to laugh.

Hou Cong returned to the Hou Mansion, only to see his grandmother and then returned to the bedroom. - Grandfather was busy in the camp, not at home, even at home, and he didn't want to reveal any information. To be successful, it must be confidential. Grandfather will understand. Thinking of this, he finished his bath and sat down on the edge of the bed. The daddy put the puppet man at the head of the bed, "Little White", and he called out. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was with his workmanship, he found the best gold rope to tie and hung the other end in his hand.

Step by step, the "little white clothes" walked around.

"Do you think it's going to be a busy night?" Hou Cong asked. The doll who walked to the other end of the bed turned around, smiled charmingly and kindly, and nodded.

At that moment, all the loneliness since the death of my parents seemed to fade. Hou Cong tied the gold rope into a bow and attached it to the doll's back, so that it would not be messy. Then, he took the "little white coat" into his arms. He maintained this position, ate the soup and meatloaf made by the new Pretty Widow's cook, and took a nap.

The lights are on. Yuwen Mansion is quite lively. The generals and captains of Hou Chong's most senior family gathered together. The post was sent in the afternoon, and the reason was to celebrate Bai Yi for becoming the nominal slave of the eldest prince. In fact, everyone knows that this is an excuse for reminiscing and communicating with peers. People come more complete than the Mid-Autumn Festival night, on the second floor of the painting hall facing the west of the back garden, the lights and candles are brilliant, and the staggered plans are staggered, and the excitement is extraordinary. Hot soup dishes were served one after another, and these men who licked blood from the knife edge gradually relaxed, talking about trivial things, anecdotes from the deep house, and anecdotes from the Qinglou, gradually, after three rounds of drinking, they fell into a slight drunkenness.

Yu Wenxing sat on the main seat, and there was a secret room directly behind him. Hou Cong, with his hands behind his back and accompanied by Qing Song, watched all this through the eyes of the wind. He knocked on the window of the secret room and gave Yu Wenxing a signal. Yu Wenxing got the order, put away his smile, glanced at the painting hall, and suddenly started a new topic: "I heard that some people here are talking nonsense outside, telling others that at the old general's family banquet on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when my family's white clothes competed with the eldest son, there was a dragon groan. And these words grew wings, and they were spread to the palace. Who is so reckless, does my Yuwen family want to die? ”

As soon as the words fell, three people stood up in the banquet. These three people are the Zizi General Dugu Yan, the Zhensheng General Yuan He, and the Chenghua General Murong Li. On the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Dugu Yan was on the way to Beijing with grain, Yuan He was on duty to be in charge of the city defense, and Murong Li's concubine gave birth, but they all asked for leave and did not attend. The three of them listened to Yu Wenxing's words, and they all said that they had nothing to do with them, and they were extremely angry and asked to find out.

Dugu Yan stared at General Zheng diagonally opposite, and his voice was loud, "If you can't find out, no one is allowed to leave!" This thing didn't run, it's the fault of the people here! ”

"Yes," Motoga echoed, "We've been in the army for many years, and we still don't understand this truth?" Can this kind of thing be said nonsense? Once it gets bigger, the future of the master, plus the heads of all of us as a family, do you still want to keep it? ”

General Zheng slapped the table and bit Dugu back, "What do you think I'm doing?" Check it, who is afraid of whom? I agree, if you can't find out, no one is allowed to leave. Including the three of you! Hmph, if the person is not present, there is no suspicion? ”

After General Zheng's words were finished, he won the approval of the audience. Hou Cong finally smiled in the secret room. At this point, his plan was considered a success. This building was originally built for viewing flowers, but now, the first floor is sealed to death, and all the attendants who came with the generals and captains have been allowed to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble in the side courtyard, and there is no possibility of passing on news and collusion. If everything goes well, not only can you find out who is deliberately spreading rumors outside, but you can also take the opportunity to observe the real relationship between these people in private, and you can also detect some thrilling gloom and dust that even my grandfather doesn't know.

Hou Cong's hand stretched out gently, took the sweet wine that Qingsong had held for a long time, and watched the play while drinking. He looked at everything and felt a little bored after being trapped in the secret room for a long time. The second floor of this painting hall is mainly a hall, one side faces the garden fish pond, and the other three sides are surrounded by a verandah, Hou Cong carefully came out of the secret room, Qing Song followed, and he walked gently on the verandah, listening to the process inside at any time, and paying attention to where the play went.

Hou Cong on the outside made a plan, and there was no room for human spirits inside, digging into the dead while protecting himself and his true friends. In less than three quarters of an hour, the water came out - Xia Yi, the captain of Huquan, had a partial relationship with another general surnamed Fan under the general of the Great Pillar State, Chang Ying, and the two drank together the day after the Mid-Autumn Festival, and Xia Yi talked about the martial arts competition at the banquet. "It wasn't intentional", but I was too surprised by Bai Yi's martial arts, quoting the prophecy of "Long Yin shines on the moon everywhere", and it was spread like this by the surnamed Fan.

Yu Wenxing stood in front of Xia Yi, and the others stood behind him, angry.

"Lao Xia, this is that you are not sensible. Anything that happened in the Hou Mansion, even if it was a commonplace sight like a cat catching a mouse, no matter who you and I saw it, we were not allowed to go out and say a word. You said it, and told it to the people under the Chang family; Not only that, but since we mentioned it just now, you should recruit it yourself, and the result is ......"

Yu Wenxing paused, and Dugu Yan picked up, "Tie it up first, and now send someone to report to General Hou and punish him!" ”

"No," Yu Wenxing executed according to Hou Cong's plan. "Today's banquet is for my little daughter to be the nominal slave of the eldest son, for the glory of the white clothes, and for the health of the eldest son, you are here as the children's uncles and uncles. Everything that happened just now is still the same old rule, and not a word is said out. What do you think? ”

Hou Cong had already gone downstairs, hiding in the flowers not far away, watching Yu Wenxing open the door of the painting hall and start sending off guests. Suddenly felt a heat in his left ear - he turned his head to look, only to see a delicate shadow in the dim that captured his soul for a moment slid away in an instant, and when he looked closely, he saw Yuwen Changkong grinning not far away, followed by six nurses. Judging from the shadows, the tall man in the sky just blocked one person - the dead girl in white.

"What are you doing here?" Hou Cong frowned.

"My father ordered me to learn something from the eldest son, and serve the eldest prince in the future." Nagaku's mood is very good.

", I don't want to see you."

"Yes." After Changkong finished speaking, he faced Hou Cong and began to retreat. "Big boy, don't blame the little ones for not being able to turn around. This turn, the person you are most afraid of seeing is revealed. ”

Having said that, in fact, Changkong is not afraid of revealing his white clothes, but so that he can make a few more annoying grimaces in front of Hou Cong.

But Hou Cong didn't look at his face at all, his eyes followed the fragile shadow, the shadow in white. The autumn wind, the moonlight and candlelight are intertwined, and the ground is undulating with ripples. Is it a delusion? Perhaps. He couldn't tell which part of the shadow was hers.

The two of them met "one face" in this way. It's almost the "last side".

Almost.