Yang Jinxin only looked up at him motionlessly, and gently pulled the corners of his mouth, and said slowly: "Si Shao doesn't have anything to tell me?"

Her clear voice was unhurried, and her dark eyes were as calm as a still lake, and she looked straight at her without dodging.

Qin Muyang just looked at her like this for a few seconds, and smiled lightly, this time the smile was a little warmer, he continued to brush the broken hair in her ear, and sat down next to her. Yang Jinxin couldn't help but stiffen the moment he approached, and saw Qin Muyang stretch out his right hand to caress her back, and then encircled her into the crook of his arm, and his left hand seemed to hold her hand unintentionally.

Yang Jinxin reflexively shrank back, but she was still caught by him, her palms were warm and wet, and her fingers were tightly clenched into fists. Qin Muyang's calloused fingers gently scratched over the bruised traces, and slowly unfolded her fingers, rubbing them lightly and heavily.

The more he didn't speak, the more Yang Jinxin couldn't help but be frightened, she wanted to open her mouth to question him, but the frightened feeling made her unable to open her mouth no matter what. The noise of the electric fan in the room increased the pressure on him beside her, and at this time, Yang Jinxin's breathing became short, and beads of sweat oozed out of the corners of his forehead.

Qin Muyang just stared at her expressionlessly, looking at her soft cheeks, which had evolved from ruddy at the beginning, to pale now, and the body under the crooked arm was becoming more and more stiff, which made him sigh secretly, and his sword eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly.

After all, she still couldn't accept herself from the bottom of her heart!

"Jinxin, if you want to know anything in the future, just ask me directly." Qin Muyang looked at her side-facing face that was so nervous that there was no blood, and he felt faintly distressed, the anger that was full of anger before was extinguished, and his voice softened, he continued while gently rubbing the bruises on her hands.

"What can Shu Yao, that little girl, know? What do you say you want to know, huh? If you ask, I'll tell you! ”

Hearing these words in Yang Jinxin's ears, he couldn't help but feel a little more provocative and ridiculed, it turned out that his every move could not escape his eyes. This made Yang Jinxin turn his head to look at Qin Muyang suddenly, with obvious anger in his dark pupils.

I saw that she bit her lip, with the stubbornness in her eyes that made Qin Muyang fall in love, and with her breathing thickened by anger, she stared at him straight for a few seconds. Qin Muyang looked at her almost obsessively, and his eyes couldn't help but be stained with a touch of **.

Yang Jinxin smiled bitterly, his eyelashes flickered, he lowered his head like this, and said softly: "Since the four young people know everything, aren't they going to say something?"

"I said it was because she couldn't go abroad because of her addiction to smoking, do you believe it?" Qin Muyang raised her chin and asked with her eyes staring at her.

Yang Jinxin was forced to look directly at him, she tried her best to hide the contempt in her eyes, but Qin Muyang looked at her squarely, and she felt like she had been pricked by a needle in her heart, she didn't believe him.

But Yang Jinxin lowered his eyes and stopped looking at him, and said softly: "The third day of August is my sister's birthday, and the fifth day of the first month is my mother's birthday, I just think about it."

Qin Muyang touched her cheek with a light smile, feeling that he was obviously relieved, and then listened to his magnetic voice, and said gently: "Such a simple matter, why didn't you tell me earlier, Jin Huan is your relative, and when the time comes, I will let her pick her up to see you, as well as my mother-in-law's birthday, you can do whatever you want, just let Zhao Zhijun prepare it for you."

Yang Jinxin was actually bitter in his heart, but he still whispered: "Thank you, Si Shao!"

Qin Muyang rubbed the top of her head, tightened his right arm, hugged her into his arms, rested his chin on the top of her hair, and read almost silently: "Fool!"

The matter of seeing Yang Jinhuan in private was turned over like this, although Qin Muyang didn't say anything, Yang Jinxin knew that everything he had couldn't escape his eyes, which made her think about it very scary, if he always knew the true purpose of learning painting, if he always knew his plan with Qin Shuyao, it would be such a terrifying thing. Yang Jinxin thought about it, and in the next few days, he didn't even dare to go out of the gate of the Overseer's Mansion.

In the afternoon of this day, the rainstorm came suddenly, and Qin Muyang, who had untied the gauze, had already begun to go to the military headquarters intermittently. After he was injured, Liao Yong and Zhao Zhijun have been committed to finding the murderer of the assassination, but unfortunately, on the same day, the rickshaw driver who assassinated was killed on the spot, and the matter has been stranded, which once made the two anxious. But just yesterday, I heard that a suspect was caught, and today, Qin Muyang went to see it in person.

In the prison of the military headquarters, it was gloomy and damp, and the smell of musty and blood mixed with today's heavy rain made people can't help but be disgusted, and in the gloomy cell, only the small window high above threw a ray of light in. Today, the roaring thunder that had been heard from time to time made the little figure huddled in a corner of the cell tremble violently.

The rusty iron door was opened from the outside, like two rusty jagged files, making a screeching sound, and the bright headlights in the cell were turned on, and the dazzling light made the prisoners here hurriedly cover their eyes. The sound of neat footsteps on the heels of military boots on the floor was clearly heard in the ears from far and near, and in a few moments, a tall man in military uniform stepped out of the bright light.

As he walked slowly, he saw his tall iron-gray uniform, neat armed belts, and meticulous buckles of discipline, and the deep eyes under the brim of his military hat were emitting a cold and compelling light. He held a horsewhip in his right hand, and kept gently tapping on the shiny spurs on his feet, followed by several equally tall soldiers, and it was Qin Muyang who hit the head.

Under the guidance of the prison officer, the group came straight to the torture room inside, where a dim electric lamp was hung, and the electric light swayed gently, and the light illuminated the room full of torture instruments, which was even more eerie. However, in this torture room full of disgusting, there was a mahogany Taishi chair that did not match it, and Qin Muyang naturally sat on this chair.

"Four Shao, the person is imprisoned in the cell inside, and the torture has not been carried out yet, do you think, do you need to start now?" The prison officer bent down in front of Qin Muyang and spoke, and his tone was full of flattery.

Qin Muyang didn't speak, only leaned slightly on the back of the chair, his left hand with white gloves was holding a handkerchief, lightly covering his mouth and nose, and the horsewhip on his right hand was still gently tapping on the armrest, and he also put on a leisurely posture with Erlang's legs crossed.

The prison officer didn't wait for instructions for a long time, so he had to look up slightly at Liao Yong behind him, and saw him raise his chin, and said extremely coldly: "Bring people up!"

As soon as the words fell, a guard entered the darker cell, and after a while, there was a sound of iron shackles mopping the floor, and then two guards were seen dragging a woman with a cloak from the depths of the darkness, and on the blue and white plaid cotton cheongsam, there were several long cuts, and from the blood oozing from the mouth, it was a little whiplash, but it was not serious.

When Qin Muyang saw the comer, he raised his head, his body seemed to straighten up a little, and the hand holding the horsewhip was raised a little from a distance, and with a loud noise, the guard threw the woman far away on the ground.

The woman, with a ** sound, lay on the ground and moved, as if she wanted to prop up her upper body. Qin Muyang turned his head to look at her, frowned as if he was a little puzzled, shook off the handkerchief covering his mouth and nose and spread it on his knees, and raised his chin at the woman on the ground. Liao Yong stepped forward automatically, squatted down in front of the woman, stretched out his right hand and pinched her chin without mercy, and raised his face up.

There were also some blood stains on the woman's face, and her hair was on her face, but she still showed the outline that they were all quite familiar with, Liao Yong sank her face more and more, and with the other hand, she pushed the hair on her face that was congealed together with blood, and a familiar melon seed face was revealed.

"Lianxiang, who instructed you to assassinate the four young people!" Liao Yong asked coldly.

Na Lianxiang opened her eyes and glanced at Liao Yong, then shifted her gaze to Qin Muyang, looked at him obsessively, and muttered in her mouth: "I didn't assassinate the four young people...... How can I be willing to stab the four young people...... How can I give up...... That's the fourth young master of the slave...... The fourth young master of the slave maid ......"

Lian Xiang chattered like this, her mind seemed to be blurred, and she suddenly broke free of Liao Yong's hand holding her chin, dragged the heavy anklet, and struggled to crawl towards Qin Muyang, her mouth still chanting words.

"Fourth Young Master...... Fourth Young Master...... The slave is a lotus incense...... How can you forget about slaves...... The slave girl gave you everything...... I've given you everything......" she said, crying so much that she could barely cry at the end.

Liao Yong stood up, frowning and watching her crawl forward with difficulty, Lianxiang knew that she was only ten years old when she first arrived at the Overseer's Mansion, and she was a skinny little girl, almost growing up in the Overseer's Mansion. When Si Shao was fifteen years old, Mrs. gave her to Si Shao, in fact, everyone knew in their hearts that Mrs. was looking at her looks, which was a tacit consent to Si Shao's concubine.

However, at that time, the fourth young master, who had already received a Western education, might not keep having girlfriends, but he would definitely not accept a creature like a concubine. And Lian Xiang had been living in the house for two or three years at that time, and Si Shao happened to lack a maid, so she was asked to serve by her side all the time, she may have always had that kind of thought, but Si Shao would not have any idea of surpassing the master and servant at all.

Qin Muyang looked at Lianxiang, his cold eyes narrowed, he didn't know what he was thinking, he only felt that the coldness on his body was becoming more and more obvious. He slowly stood up, walked slowly to Lianxiang, looked down at her, Lianxiang's face was as pale as as pale, her eyes appeared with a smile of surprise, she stretched out her hands, trying to hug his legs, but the tortured ten fingers were no longer able to straighten, and could only be lightly placed on his shiny military boots in vain.

"Fourth Young Master...... Fourth Young Master...... The slave didn't assassinate you...... The slave didn't assassinate you......"

"Really?"

Qin Muyang asked in a cold voice, reaching out to hold up her pointed chin with the cold horsewhip, "If you didn't assassinate me, then you want to assassinate my wife?" Lianxiang, you are really daring! ”

His words made a trace of resentment flash on Lian Xiang's face in an instant, and there was a little more resentment in his eyes when he looked at Qin Muyang, "What kind of lady is she, that is a fox spirit, Fourth Young Master, how can she be worthy of you......"

Before she finished speaking, she heard a loud "pop", but it was the sound of a horsewhip whipping on the **, followed by Qin Muyang's cold voice.

"Hold her a breath and let her spit out the people behind the scenes!"