Master He immediately shook his head, and said in his mouth, everything is as usual.

Beilin didn't seem to believe it, his eyes were still staring at Master He, and let Master He think about it carefully, not only that night, the next day, or after that, if anything special happened.

Master He glanced at Ming Beilin with some impatience: "Could it be that you think I'm old and confused?" Can't remember what happened in the last 10 days? ”

"Master He, you also said it, it's been ten days, and if you forget the details, it's normal." I saw that his emotions suddenly became agitated, and I hurriedly spoke to reassure him.

He angrily picked up the cup in front of him and began to ignore us, but drank tea silently.

At this time, a maid came up with two cups of tea and gave me and Mingbeilin.

Beilin looked at the maid and asked, "What was strange about that night ten days ago?" Or a strange noise? If so, nod. ”

When the little maid heard Ming Beilin ask, she first turned her translucent eyes and thought for a while, and then a light flashed in her eyes.

However, she did not nod, but cautiously glanced at Master He.

"What's really wrong?" Master He looked at the little maid in surprise.

The little maid immediately raised her hand and gestured, I looked at it for a long time, but I didn't understand what the little maid wanted to express.

But Ming Beilin seemed to understand, and immediately replied with a few gestures.

Presumably, this is sign language, which can facilitate communication with deaf and mute people.

The two of them compared for a long time, and when Ming Beilin made the last gesture, Shi Songliang came back with his people, and saw that Ming Beilin seemed to be "talking" to the little girl, and immediately came over curiously.

And when the little maid saw so many people coming around, she immediately lowered her head in horror, and Beilin waved her hand and signaled her to retreat.

The little maid immediately took the tray and retreated.

"What is she gesturing to? What was said? Shi Songliang asked.

"She said that the difference between that night and the past is that it is Miss Seven's birthday, and Miss Seven's birthday will be the year of Miss Seven, and it is time to choose a husband, the family is very lively, and all the female relatives are in the backyard to enjoy the snow and drink sweet soup." After speaking, Beilin looked at Master He: "Master He, right?" ”

Master He nodded and said that Miss Seven, who is his daughter, is about to reach the age of Jilu, but his family has a lively banquet.

"Eat in the West Garden?" Beilin suddenly asked again coldly.

Master He didn't have time to think about it, so he nodded.

"Why haven't you heard Master He talk about this? If that's the case, we'll have to go to the West Garden and search for it. Shi Songliang looked at Master He and wanted to search Xiyuan.

But Master He's face sank, and he refused in one bite.

His reason is also sufficient, saying that it is that now they are in the house, the white-haired people send the black-haired people, the old lady is old and grief-stricken, and in the West Garden, no outsiders are allowed to disturb him.

"However, Xiyuan is the place where the young ladies gathered together that night, and there may really be some clues left there." Shi Songliang saw that Master He was resolute, and his momentum was obviously weaker than half.

"Then if you disturb the old man, he is angry, what happens, can you afford it?" Master He suddenly yelled at Shi Songliang.

Shi Songliang took two steps back before standing up.

He swallowed his saliva, as if he didn't dare to choke with this old man.

"Boom!"

Outside, there was also a muffled thunder, followed by a pouring of rain.

Master He flicked his sleeves, turned around, turned his back to us, and said, "It's not early today, please go back." ”

"Huh?" Shi Songliang looked at Master He embarrassedly.

Ming Beilin raised his feet and walked towards the outside of the hall, and behind him, Shi Songliang hurriedly arched his hand at Master He and said goodbye and left.

We came out of the corridor all the way, and Shi Songliang asked his people to prepare a sedan chair for me and Beilin to take us back to the inn.

"Shenjun, do you see any clues?" I sat side by side in the sedan chair with Ming Beilin, and when I saw Ming Beilin hanging down his long eyelashes, his eyes seemed to be thinking about something, I couldn't help but ask.

When I asked him, he came back to his senses and turned his head to look at me.

Although his face is ugly, these eyes can make people feel excited just by looking at them.

We were in a small sedan chair, and he suddenly turned sideways to look at me, and we were now close at hand.

I instinctively shrank to one side, and the North Flame leaned down towards me.

Seeing that his face was about to be attached to my face, I didn't even dare to breathe for a moment, and looked at him with round eyes.

In his mouth, he stumbled and asked, "God, God, God, you, you?" ”

He reached out and put his hand on my forehead, and asked softly, "Do you have a fever?" Your skin is red. ”

"No, no, I'm just, it's just a little hot." I pushed away Stygian's hand.

Beilin looked at me suspiciously, and suddenly, a wicked smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

"Fang Cai, you shouldn't be thinking about this Divine Monarch, right?" Beilin stared at me and asked with a serious expression.

"How is that possible?" I replied with a weak heart.

"Why can't you say before, you like me?" Stygian Beilin's tone became very gentle.

This gentle voice, coupled with this misty look, made me a little "dizzy".

"You, you, don't get so close." I lifted my hand and tried to hold his shoulder.

He grabbed my wrist, pressed my hand on the side of the sedan curtain, and leaned towards me.

It's just that at this moment, I smelled a bloody breath, and my eyes immediately looked at the arm of the underworld.

"Shenjun, is your wound still unhealed?" I stared at his arm.

"Chu Xiyan, before, did what you said still count?" He didn't answer my question, but asked something like this inexplicably.

"What?" I frowned, staring at his arm.

"You said you liked me." When he said the word "like", he deliberately lengthened his voice.

I immediately hung my head, embarrassed to look at him.

"The past, don't mention it again, the important thing now is your wound, for a while, let Pavilion Chief Shi prepare some hemostatic medicine." I hung my head and whispered.

Instead, he reached out and gently pinched my chin to make me look up.

I raised my head, but I didn't dare to look at him.

This feeling is very subtle, very nervous, and accompanied by inexplicable excitement, if it weren't for him sticking to this face, I think I should be staring at him at this moment, I can't take my eyes off him.

"Chu Xiyan, it's better to promise you this Shenjun." His lips opened, and he whispered in my ear.