Who wants to find out the truth about He Jun's murder? Who would be interested in a reclusive Master? Except for those who are investigating the case of Luo Guifei ten years ago.

As far as he knows, except for Xiao Mochen, who is interested in the things of the year, is Lige, and other people can't wait for this matter to be sealed in the dust, and they will never turn it out, this is really impossible to think of a third party.

"What's wrong with the messenger?" Nameless folded the note, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it, asking nonchalantly.

"There's nothing out of the ordinary, it's just that, listening to the voice, the person delivering the letter should be an old man."

"Oh?"

He always thought that He Jun was killed by Zhou Linan, but now that he thinks about it, he finds that he missed a key point, two groups of unknown people went to Zhiding Village that day, perhaps, He Jun was the second wave of people except Zhou Linan to exterminate the mouth, as for why the mouth was extinguished, it must be related to the events of the year.

Nameless, who originally wanted to dismiss the post, became interested in it instantly, and not only left the post, but also spent a lot of manpower to intervene in the investigation.

"A rare ink treasure." It feels so familiar.

Nameless picked up the note again and sniffed it.

The rain at the end of summer is always rushing, and it is all pouring rain, this summer rain has been about half a month, and Lige has not seen Xiao Mochen for more than half a month.

During this time, it was as if she had returned to the beginning, she didn't know Xiao Mochen, and Xiao Mochen didn't seem to appear in her life.

No matter how rampant the rainstorm is, there will be a day when the rain will pass and the sky will clear.

Although it is almost the end of summer, the sky washed by the heavy rain is clearer, the sun is high in the middle of the sun and the earth is blazing, and the prime minister's house is full of white peonies, purple roses, and pink lotuses.

Lige held his face and leaned on the window, watching flocks of red dragonflies dancing in the lotus leaves under the bright sun.

She has always disliked summer, either the heat is unbearable, or the rain is flooded, but summer is like Grandma Wang's socks, smelly and long.

was already depressed in his heart, but when he learned of Uncle Gu's death two days ago, he was even more depressed. The hometown is close at hand, but the hill that is neither tall nor low can be crossed by Uncle Gu.

The cruelest thing in the world is not that you have never gotten it, and what you want is obviously only one step away, but you can never reach it.

Just as he was leaving the song in a daze, there was a rush of footsteps, and a few dragonflies close to the corridor were obviously startled, and hurriedly waved their wings and flew to the middle of the pool.

"Miss, His Royal Highness King Chen has left the mansion." The person who came was Xiaoqin. I haven't been out of the house for more than half a month, and Xiaoqin's originally dark and dry skin is finally a little whiter and tenderer.

Obviously, his eyes are more than one degree brighter, and Lige still has to put on a look of indifference and indifference, "Oh, where did he go?" ”

"Tianxiang Building."

"Oh."

Lige stretched his waist, opened his mouth, yawned a long time, and his fair face became a little energetic, "I haven't been out of the house for half a month, Miss Ben is about to get moldy and maggots, go out and bask in the sun." ”

Hmph, if Xiao Mochen doesn't come to me, I'll go to him, anyway, I'm thick-skinned and can afford to squander.

Suzaku Street Entrance.

A gorgeous carriage stopped at the door of Tianxiang Building, and the carriage was hung with the sign of the word "Chen", which was gently shaken a few times with the wind and stopped.

On a sunny day, the sun pours down, and the reflection of the carriage is clearly visible on the ground. Lige stared at the carriage for a long time, lingering at the mouth of Dongzi Hutong.

When she finally made a decision and wanted to walk into Tianxiang Building, Xiaobei ran out of it, and Lige immediately stopped her feet and quietly kept her gaze.

The ice blue satin robe that Xiao Mochen is wearing today, the robe reveals the trim of silver hollow hibiscus flowers, combing his hair in a neat bun, wearing a delicate white jade hair crown, a jade belt around his waist, and a folding fan holding ivory.

But the eyebrows and eyes are still the grace she is used to, and every move tugs at her heartstrings.

I haven't seen him for more than half a month, and Lige only feels that she seems to like him more.

Suddenly, a pink figure appeared in Lige's sight.

Tang Linlang was dressed in a moon-white Luo skirt, with a pale pink cloak on the outside, a somewhat sickly goose egg face with clear ice muscles, smooth and crispy, if the shoulders were shaved, and the waist was like a plain, like a weak willow supporting the wind, she put her hand on Xiao Mochen's arm delicately, and leaned half of her body on him.

Xiao Mochen was still as cold as ice, and he couldn't detect his emotions, only to see his hand holding Tang Linlang weakly and taking her to the side of the carriage.

And Xiaobei had already put the horse tie away, detoured to the side, lifted the carriage curtain by half a corner, and waited for his master.

Since he met Xiao Mochen, Lige has become more and more ruthless to himself, although his heart hurts so much that he forgets to breathe, he still quietly looks at the two people on the opposite side leaning against each other, and the atmosphere is harmonious.

The son is like jade, and the beauty is like a pearl. The man she loves always matches another woman, a match made in heaven, what are these bad words?

Lige was burned by the scene on the other side, his eyes were red, and he clasped the moss-covered walls of the alley in despair, again and again. The heart is like driftwood drifting in the sea, undulating and empty, as if something is flowing from the fingertips and sticking to the dilapidated and falling wall tiles.

Lige suddenly wanted to call Xiaoqiu, packed up and went home, and only remembered that Xiaoqiu didn't go out of the house with her.

It is said that illness comes like a mountain, Li Yu usually looks at such a strong and tough person, but he can be sick for so long, coughing is always repeated, his body is also hot and cold, and the imperial doctor can't see anything famous, he just said that he may have suffered from heat stroke.

Lige wanted to go to see Liyu, but she didn't even let her in the courtyard door, saying that she was afraid that she would be sick, only Xiaoqiu was busy with him, and it was only half a month, and she seemed to be tired and shed a layer of skin.

Retracted her gaze, closed her eyes slightly, adjusted her breathing, and called Xiaoqin gently, but no one answered her.

She raised her eyebrows, obviously her voice was not very small, but no one paid attention to him.

Lige turned around, and there were several menacing black-clothed people with fierce eyes standing at the moment, and the "Qinqi, Calligraphy and Painting" were all lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

Lige opened his pupils in horror, the sense of fear was overwhelming, his hands and feet were extremely cold, he wanted to shout for help, but he couldn't shout, his neck was like being choked by an invisible hand.

The man in black was like a cat and dog, and he was not in a hurry to shoot at her, but just sneered and surrounded her step by step.

She staggered back two steps, one hand propped up on the wall, stabilizing her weak body, and one hand suddenly pointed to the other side of the alley, shouting: "Xiao Mochen!"

The man in black looked away, Qi Qi looked back, and Lige seized the opportunity, turned around and ran.

However, before he could take two steps, his neck ached, and his body fell straight down. The picture that appeared in her last sight was that Xiao Mochen gently helped Tang Linlang into the carriage.

If Xiao Mochen appeared within a hundred miles of her, no matter where she was, she would definitely be able to see him at a glance, just like an instinct, she could cross the crowd and find him accurately.

But she had stood across from him for so long, and she could see him clearly, and he had never glanced at him.

After her vision was completely dark, there was only a trace of consciousness left from the song, but she didn't make any more struggles, thinking: Xiao Mochen, let's stop here.

Kyushu is brightly lit, the sunshine is clean, and in all the beauty of this world, whether you are alive or dead, I always love you the most.

But that's all it can be.

There is no moon tonight, but the sky is full of good stars, and Jinling City is brightly lit, just like a hundred pearls poured down from the sky, contrary to the continuous silence of the past, this night is the crowd restless, and the dog barks non-stop.

Several groups of people sat in a tea shed by the bridge.

"How can there be so many officers and soldiers tonight?"

"I heard that Miss Xiangfu is missing, isn't it looking for it door-to-door."

"Ha, I think something big happened, it turned out to be this, isn't it a good thing that Miss Xiangfu is missing?"

"That is, if people do too much injustice, they will kill themselves, and on weekdays, Miss Xiangfu is so domineering and arrogant, disregarding human life, and now retribution is coming."

"It's not, come on, come on, brothers, replace wine with tea, and meet a few to celebrate."

"Come on, come on."

“……”

There was laughter on one side of the bridge, and there was a deep atmosphere on the other.

"Ahem, ahem!" Li Yu covered his mouth with a handkerchief and coughed violently.

"Xiangye, you can't blow the wind in your body, Xiaoqiu beg, go back and rest first." Xiaoqiu had already cried out urgently, for Lige's disappearance, and for Liyu's illness.

Li Yu did not move, hid the handkerchief stained with blood clots, and waited for news behind his back.