Wulin Kang's family, famous and decent.

The leader Kang Yu, a chivalrous warrior. Killed in a very cruel way on a rainy night, his younger brother Kang Huanyu was killed not long after his brother, and he also suffered misfortune in a ruined temple outside the city.

The plaque of Kangfu hangs high above the lintel, and the thin gold font with a vigorous pen is called the style of the family. The white silk on the plaque was waving, which was originally the pearl of the martial arts, but it disappeared into that silent rainy night......

"Little Master Yan", the housekeeper of the Kang family took Yan Lingxu and his party into the mansion, "The old man and the second master have been killed one after another these days, so I can only be wronged by you to let me receive this old thing." After speaking, he wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, "Although our Kang family is in the martial arts, the master has faintly planned to retire over the years, who knows... Behold... Ay! ”

"Uncle Kang, don't be too sad, people can't be resurrected after death." With a rare serious face, Yan Lingxu frowned. I really can't think of Kang Yu, who is usually kind to people, who can form such a big enmity with him.

followed the housekeeper to the hall, and before he entered the hall, he smelled a sweet and greasy aroma, which could not be compared with the smell of Chu Feng one day...... Phew, what are you thinking?

As soon as I entered, I saw a woman sitting on a chair facing the hall. The gilt bottom, the light pink translucent gauze with some golden silk threads, the tulle is faintly revealing coagulation, the inside is a bandeau dress of the same color, and the large peony shadow on the skirt is sufficient, and there is a taste of wind and dust at first glance.

I saw that the woman had a simple bun on her head, loose and loose. Dai's eyebrows swiped, her eyes filled with spring water, and her fine ripples flowed. Stand up, skirt raised with the movement. The thin white and tender calves loomed, and a silver bell was tied to the ankle, which rang one step at a time, and the bell jingled.

"Second lady." Stewardship does.

"Ah, butler. This is a guest from our house. He looked at them with a smile, and then looked at the housekeeper in a blink of an eye, his voice was tactful and lingering, and he said, "Why don't you take it to the guest room quickly, standing stupidly in the hall is not the hospitality of our Kang family." With that, he left the hall.

"Uncle Kang, what is this?" Yan Lingxu looked at the figure of the second lady in the distance with a look of disgust, as if she was carrying a virus, and hurriedly patted her shoulder that was touched by her hair just now.

"This is the continuation of the second master, the new second lady." After a pause, "The original second lady has only been gone for a few months. ”

"I don't know what's going on in this house, one after another. First, the second young grandmother suddenly fell ill and died, and the second master married a new second lady and came back. Then the old man was killed on a rainy day, and then the second old man, hey. ”

As he spoke, he walked to the guest room, instructed his subordinates to bring hot water pastries, and went to work elsewhere.

Mo Jingluan and the three of them informed each other, and then they each entered their own bedroom.

"Oops, don't touch me." A coquettish laugh came from not far away. Mo Jingluan thought about it, opened the back window and jumped out.

The courtyard rockery is sparsely scattered. Pavilions and pavilions, Yuyu Qiong Building, the design is very atmospheric.

Squatting on the roof, I heard someone talking behind the rockery, flew over gently, and landed in a vacancy recessed by the rockery.

"Qingqing, I think you think it's tight." A man deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was lying on top of the woman, and chirped, "When will I really have you?" ”

The woman smiled, "Don't worry." It seemed that there was some movement to soothe the man, and the woman snorted softly, "When we find the treasures hidden by the two old men, we will retire after completing our work, at that time, at the end of the world, the two of us, wouldn't it be happy." ”

"Then you say, well... Don't make a fuss," the woman slapped the man, "we don't imitate it very much, after all, we didn't write that word." ”

"It doesn't matter, there was a 'dry' word left on the wall before, and the two things are not separated by a long time, whether we write or not, someone will attribute the two things to one person."

The clouds and rain are overturned, and the spring is beautiful.

In the middle of the night, Mo Jingluan returned to the house.

The light in his eyes flashed, and he really came to the right place.