At dusk, the sky is covered with layers of yellow halos, and night is approaching.

Xuan Jinhuan observed the situation at the wine shop opposite the inn, thinking about waiting until it was completely dark before entering.

Suddenly, she saw a carriage appear from the corner at the end of South Street, and slowly drive towards it; It was the carriage of the Flower Temple, maybe Miss Ning He was in the carriage now, but she couldn't be sure.

He stared intently at the carriage as it slowly approached this direction, and finally stopped in front of the inn.

Lifting the curtain of the car, it was a wonderful woman who got out of the carriage, the woman's face was covered with a light veil, it was Ning He.

Xuan Jinhuan slowly stood up and was about to take action, but saw Miss Ning He suddenly fall to the ground when she was walking towards the post house, a few people in the post house hurriedly ran out, and people passing by around them gathered around to see what the situation was.

This is, what's going on?

Xuan Jinhuan didn't dare to imagine much, and hurriedly ran over from the wine shop to surround him, only to see that Ning He's neck was full of blood.

Beside Ning He, there was a blood-stained dart, and the handle of the dart was engraved with plum blossom marks.

Who will play assassination in plain sight? And the plum blossom mark on this dart, Xuan Jinhuan felt a little familiar, as if she had seen it somewhere, but she couldn't remember it.

The people at the post house were sure that Ning He was out of breath, so they asked the officials to carry the body away.

After all, Ning He is a person from the Flower Temple, but now he has encountered an accident in the royal capital, and the post house also needs to give an explanation to the Flower Temple.

Xuan Jinhuan only felt cold and stiff, if Ning He was their young master, now she watched the young master being assassinated. She couldn't figure out why this was happening all of a sudden, and who did it? Ning He was just a girl who came to the royal capital for the first time, and her existence could make anyone so unhappy that she had to be put to death.

She didn't even have the courage to step forward, even if she took advantage of the chaos to pretend to be a doctor to get close to Ning He to check her birthmark.

Seeing that Ning He's body was carried away, Xuan Jinhuan looked at the dazzling blood stains on the ground with a pale face, and did not leave until the people in the post house came out to expel him.

When she returned to Yunyan Pavilion, Yi Yu wondered why she came back so quickly, but seeing that her face was really bad, she asked tentatively, "Miss Jinhuan, what's wrong?" Have you seen Miss Ning He? ”

"See!" Xuan Jinhuan nodded, then looked at Yi Yu and said seriously, "Miss Ning He is dead?" ”

"What? Who died? Yi Yu thought he had heard it wrong and asked.

"Miss Ning He is dead. Just in front of the post house, he was assassinated. Xuan Jinhuan said again.

"This, how is that possible? You're not kidding me, are you? Yi Yu couldn't believe it at all, just like Xuan Jinhuan couldn't believe that Ning He died inexplicably.

Xuan Jinhuan closed her eyes and sighed, she was already in chaos in her heart.

Because there were people placed in Yunyan Pavilion in the official mansion, Xuan Jinhuan and Yi Yu went to the official mansion together in the evening, and followed the people who were already waiting outside. Ning He's body was covered with a white cloth, and he pretended to say that the people from the Flower Temple had already come, and the lady in the palace also knew about it, saying that it was ordered to be strictly investigated.

"Miss Ning He, was she really killed by having her throat cut?"

"That's true."

Xuan Jinhuan stared blankly at the person covered by the white cloth, and slowly stepped forward and carefully lifted the corner of the white cloth; Ning He, who had long been out of breath, was still beautiful, his pale cheeks did not have a trace of blood, and he was so quiet that he seemed to have just fallen asleep.

Who wants to kill such a girl?

Ning He's neck was stained with a large amount of blood, Xuan Jinhuan reached out to check it, and then froze. The side of her neck was clean, not even a mole, let alone a crescent birthmark.

Xuan Jinhuan looked back at Yi Yu and shook his head: "She is not a young master. ”

This result was a relief to them, but they could not help but sigh for the poor girl; People say that the red face is thin, but Ning He is not the poor thin life.

Ning He has no father or mother since he was a child, and only grew up in the Temple of Flowers; With that Tianyuan Yu, maybe she was the daughter of the Xuan family, but now these are no longer important.

It's just that the world has always been indifferent, and now they can only feel happy.

Xuan Jinhuan turned around and walked up to Yi Yu and said to her, "Go back, go find the young master." ”

Yi Yu nodded, and let out a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, not." ”

When the two of them returned from the government, they did not speak; The royal capital is always full of dangers and accidents, and the beautiful girl like a flower withers away in an instant, and no one knows who will be the next person to fall on South Street, and no one knows who the person lurking in the dark will take as the next prey.

Yi Yu suddenly asked Xuan Jinhuan: "You say, could it be that the women in the palace were jealous of Miss Ning He's appearance and killed her?" After all, everyone is saying that she is beautiful and captivating, who knows if it will make the Son of Heaven interested in her and summon her into the palace to seal the concubine. ”

"Maybe, but we'll never know the answer." Xuan Jinhuan said lightly.

She wanted to know who killed Ning He, and even thought about whether it was possible that someone had noticed that they suspected that Ning He was the young master, so she killed Ning He first. She didn't know what the possibility was, but it was a reminder that they had to be careful.

It is precisely because I have been frightened by this that I know that preparing early is the best strategy.

The news about Gu Jianxing, the emperor of the former dynasty, that Xuan Jinhuan asked people to check before, has now come out.

Mr. Gu Jianxing never married a wife and had children in his life, and when he was young, he taught at Chenghan College in Yong'an. But before he was ordered to enter Beijing, he only accepted two inner disciples, that is, the current Emperor Chengji and Fu Min, the eldest son of the traitor Fu Fei, who died twenty years ago.

But Mr. Haiyi is really unknown to anyone, and it can even be said that there is no such person at all.

This man is like a mystery, no one knows who he is, where he came from, and why he came to the royal capital. Even what others say about him is false.

But why is there such a person in the world? Everything is so incomprehensible.

It's just that when Mr. Haiyi was mentioned, there was something that made Xuan Jinhuan suddenly remember.

The plum blossom mark on the dart had been seen many years ago in the notebook that recorded Mr. Haiyi.

In the past, Mr. Gu Jianxing was the emperor's teacher, and he passed on to the ancestors with the world's famous sword and cold shadow; The famous sword cold shadow, forged with thousands of years of Xuanbing, its stunt is called "plum shadow thousand faces", like a thousand petals of plum blossoms falling, everywhere it goes, it is the sword qi.

But just the other day she saw the appearance of the plum blossom mark again, on a man's sword.