If there is anything special, it is that this courtyard is built halfway up the mountainside, some distance away from the houses of other villagers.

The courtyard was really empty, and it was a mess.

Fang Nan took a few guards to search around the house, and Zhu Jingyan stood in the courtyard with his hands in his hands, patrolling around.

After a while, Rong Feng, who had disappeared when he arrived in the village, ran back, came to Zhu Jingyan's side, glanced at the acacia with red eyes and weeping, and then lowered his voice and said, "Ask clearly." It was said that this yard belonged to an Orion's family earlier, but later the Orion's family went to join the family, and this yard was entrusted to the relatives who remained in the village to help sell it. Some time ago, a woman came to the village with an old servant who was deaf and dumb, and bought the courtyard for ten taels of silver. It's not clear what the origin is, and so does the appearance, saying that he wore a hat from beginning to end, covering his appearance to death, just listening to the voice, it is an authentic Beijing film, it should be the year of Huaxin. But since they never dealt with the people in the village, and the courtyard was far away, they didn't know when something happened here, who came, or what happened. ”

Zhu Jingyun had doubts, he had a portrait of Gu Huan painted by himself, so he specially asked Rong Feng to take it to the village for questioning, but he didn't expect that there was indeed a woman in this courtyard before, but she was wearing a hat, and no one had ever seen her face at all. So, is it Gu Huan, who can be sure?

Zhu Jingyan was so irritable that he raised his hand and waved it to make Rong Feng retreat, and his eyes were like sharp arrows, tightly locking the acacia.

"Childe!" Fang Nan's search also had some results, that is, he came forward and replied, "There are traces of a fight in the yard, because of the rain a few days ago, there are still some footprints in the woods in the back mountain, but the footprints are messy, but they are not deep, it should be Lian Jiazi." There were also two trails of dragging, one lighter and one heavier. It should be two people, one is heavier, the other is still light. ”

Rong Feng inquired about the news that the woman was still carrying a deaf and dumb old servant by her side, and she was missing now, but it was right.

"What do you see in the house?" Zhu Jingyu's gaze swept over Acacia and landed on the two simple tiled houses.

Fang Nan shook his head, "There are very few things in the house, there are only two burdens, and they have not been completely disassembled, so they should not be planned to stay for a long time." As for the baggage, there are some clothes entangled, and there are some small objects, all of which are very ordinary, and the subordinates can't see anything. ”

Zhu Jingyan groaned, and finally took a step towards the tile house, "I'll take a look!" ”

The tile house was low and cramped, and even though the sun was still hanging high outside the house, and the sky was bright, the light in the house was very dim.

The small space was a mess, tables and benches were pushed to the ground, and some millet was scattered on the ground.

Because the room was so small, you could see it all at a glance, and you really couldn't see anything.

Zhu Jingyan glanced at it, then withdrew his gaze, and his gaze fell on the two bags that had been sorted out in front of him and placed on the table.

He picked one of them up with his hand, casually uncovered it, rummaging through it.

The gaze inadvertently touched an object, but it was suddenly stagnant, and the next moment, he hurriedly held the thing in the palm of his hand, and held it tightly in front of his eyes, and the light in his eyes was fanatical and complicated.

"Master Zhu still remembers this thing, right? This is the silver hairpin that you made for her on her fourteenth birthday. At that time, I said to the girl, the third prince is really stingy, why only gave a silver hairpin for a birthday gift, although you are only from the Ning Wangfu, but the silver to buy a golden hairpin or hosta is not nothing. But the girl said that this hairpin was made by you yourself, the third son, and the courtesy is light and affectionate. Although the girl has relatives, the only one who treats her best is you, the third son. The girl believes in the third son more than her relatives, this third son should know, right? ”

Zhu Jingyan was holding the silver hairpin, and the whole person had lost his soul, and he was dumbfounded, so he naturally wouldn't reply.

Acacia didn't need to listen to his reply, her thick eyelashes pressed down, covering the dark light under her eyes, she choked and said, "This silver hairpin girl cherishes herself and never leaves her." At that time, when General Mingwei's mansion was about to have an accident, the girl knew that she couldn't escape, so she returned the deed to me and asked me to leave the mansion to avoid trouble. I was even more afraid that I would suffer when the time came, and I couldn't even keep this silver hairpin, so I handed it over to me and asked me to keep it on my behalf, which is really precious. Later, the girl escaped, and I returned the silver hairpin, which the girl had been carrying with her for so many years, who would have thought ...... Lord Zhu, my girl has always believed in you like that, she has an accident now, and we can't count on others, if even Lord Zhu doesn't save her, then she is afraid that she will not have the good luck of that year, and she will be able to escape again. ”

The words of Acacia seemed to weigh like a thousand pounds, pressing on Zhu Jingyu's heart, making him feel difficult to breathe. Glancing down, he was caught off guard and saw that there was a little dark red at one end of the silver hairpin, and his fingertips rubbed it, it was already dry, but the faint fishy smell was stained with his fingertips, it was blood!

His eyes darkened, "Blood? How can there be blood? He muttered, as if talking to himself, but in the next moment, his voice was raised completely, and he said sharply to the person behind him, "What are you still doing in a daze?" Why don't you go find it for me! I must find Ah Huan for me and bring it back safely! ”

Zhu Jingyan is as warm as jade, even if he is angry in his heart, he only has cold eyes, and his immobility can make people shudder, when is it like now, his eyes are bulging, and his face is hideous? The cronies behind him were all shocked, even Fang Nan and Rong Feng.

Rong Feng reacted quickly, and pulled the sleeve of Fang Nan beside him, and the latter woke up with a spirit, and hurriedly said, "Yes!" Your subordinates will go, you ...... Come with me! "Anyway, I want to take people to the back mountain to find it, I hope I can follow the traces left in the back mountain and find some clues, otherwise, now that the son is like this, they are afraid that they will only have to apologize for their crimes with death.

Fang Nan and the others left, Zhu Jingyan's chest rose and fell rapidly, but he still couldn't rest assured. "Rongfeng, let's go too! I'm going to find it myself! As he spoke, he held the silver hairpin tightly and strode out, Rong Feng hurriedly followed, and when he was panting and chased to the door, Zhu Jingyan had already turned over on the horse's back, and it was a clip of the horse's belly, and he was gone.

The bitterness in Rongfeng's heart, my son-in-law, tell me where to find it!

Rongfeng hurriedly caught up with the people, and with a hula pull, the people walked away.

No one remembered that there was still a lovesick person who was left in the same place, but the acacia did not show the slightest fear or resentment left behind, she stood in the middle of the dilapidated courtyard, looking at the dust and smoke on the mountain road in front of her, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and she smiled, but the smile was not as good as the bottom of her eyes, but there was a trace of coldness.

Zhu Jingyun...... It turns out that there will be times when you lose your mind.