When night fell, covering the four fields, the Dingyuan Palace, which had been noisy for a day, could finally be quiet for a while, and did not have to suffer from the blockage of the angry people.

Bi Xiao, who had been tired all day, gently pushed open the bedroom door, and in the dim candlelight, Wen Mohong was sitting in a wheelchair, and the snow-white mourning clothes on his body pierced people's eyes.

Sighing silently, Bi Xiao poured a cup of tea and sent it to Wen Mohong: "I've been busy dealing with those people recently, and I can't get out of my body to take care of you for a while, will you be angry?" I heard Uncle Xiao say that you have been refusing to eat and rest properly, are you blaming me for dereliction of duty? ”

Wen Mohong was blind, and his ruined throat could only make a strange hoarse sound, and it was very difficult to express anything, but he still tried his best to raise his fingers, and tightly grasped the corner of Bi Xiao's clothes, and there was a hoarse tone in his throat.

"Mo Hong, what do you want to say to me?" Realizing that Wen Mohong was not angry but anxious to tell herself something, Bi Xiao immediately washed away her tired look and squatted beside her husband to observe carefully. Seeing Wen Mohong's trembling and tight fingers trying to point to the window open to the courtyard several times, Bi Xiao was slightly puzzled: "The window? Or outside the window? ”

The half-raised hand slammed and gestured outward.

Seeing that Wen Mohong didn't make any other moves, Bi Xiao got up and opened the window to look out, but didn't find anything unusual, and then turned around, but saw Wen Mohong's face with a look of annoyance and anxiety.

"Don't worry, Mo Hong, take your time."

After comforting him softly, Bi Sheng took rice paper and half a cup of tea, spread the rice paper on Wen Mohong's knees, and moistened Wen Mohong's stiff fingertips with tea, and then moved it to the top of the rice paper.

Wen Mohong's hand can move a little to a certain extent, and occasionally there is an unclear place to write in the palm of Bi Xiao with a reference pen. But after all, it is a hand that has been crippled for many years, and the pain caused by every movement will make Wen Mohong extremely painful and sweaty, if it is not particularly important, usually Bi Xiao is reluctant to let him endure the pain and write.

Probably Wen Mohong felt that what he wanted to express was very important, even though his palms and fingers hurt like flesh and bones, Wen Mohong still desperately persevered, slowly moving his fingers to leave pale yellow tea stains on the rice paper, making up eight crooked characters.

Something happened to my father, and someone sneaked in.

Holding the rice paper and pondering for a while, Bi Xiao's face was solemn: "Mo Hong, you want to tell me that on the night of my father's death, an outsider sneaked into the palace, right?" ”

Wen Mohong's sweaty face froze for a moment, and then nodded with difficulty, the previous anxious and annoying expression disappeared in an instant, turning into a relaxed relief that the burden dissipated, it seemed that his chest had been clogged with this sentence for many days and nights, and now he could finally breathe.

Wen Mohong was relieved, but Bi Xiao fell into complicated thoughts.

After waiting for Wen Mohong to wash and change clothes and rest, Bi Xiao came to Wen Moqing's room against the night, and when she opened the door, Wen Moqing still looked like she was depressed and depressed.

Bi Xiao took it upon himself to turn on the oil lamp: "I sent Bi Sheng to send Jiu'er to Anzhou Wang Yuanwai, now there are no outsiders in the house, and the senior brother does not have to work hard to disguise himself." ”

"Guarding against bixiao is one thing, guarding against others is another, no one can be sure if there are people with bad intentions in the shadows, or it is better to let them relax their vigilance as much as possible." Wen Moqing leaned on the square table, her eyes calm, "I ran here so late, but there is news from the worries?" ”

Bi Xiao shook her head, although she was sad in her heart, she was still neat: "I came to find Senior Brother and I have something else to say." Mo Hong told me just now that on the night of my father's accident, he had heard the sound of someone sneaking into the palace, and I wanted to search the backyard but I was worried about startling the snake, so I first came to discuss with the implementation to see what to do. ”

Wen Moqing and Bi Xiao both insisted on refusing to believe that Yan Liwu was the murderer of King Dingyuan, and it was not particularly surprising that there were outsiders present that night. Carefully pushing open the window to take a look, Wen Moqing turned around and nodded at Bi Xiao.

"There are few people in the house tonight, the timing is just right, let's go over and take a look now." The eldest brother has always had a keen hearing, and he is more impartial than those who have eyes but can't see the truth, and if he can find evidence that someone has infiltrated the house, the suspicion on his body will be much smaller. ”

A main room and two rows of side rooms in the backyard of Dingyuan Wangfu are uninhabited except for Wen Moshu on weekdays, so you don't have to worry about disturbing others when searching. Wen Moshu and Bi Xiao, who have always been partners with tacit understanding, acted lightly and agilely, and soon searched the backyard inside and out, and all they harvested was a small patch of grass outside the courtyard, which did not prove that someone had quietly touched the Dingyuan Palace.

"Mo Hong kept pointing in the direction of the window when he told me, according to what he pointed to—" The gaze shifted straight from the bedroom to the opposite side, and Bi Xiao and Wen Moqing's gaze fell on the back door at the same time.

"The back door has been locked for years, and if you open it recently, it will definitely leave traces, but when I checked it just now, I didn't find it." Wen Moqing whispered as she walked, walked to the door and paused for a moment, and then seemed to be casual and casually, jumping onto the wall.

Bi Xiao looked up at Wen Moqing in the middle of the courtyard, seeing Wen Moqing frowning and half-squatting, reaching out to rub it against the wall a few times, and then she had a count in her heart.

"What did you find?" Waiting for Wen Moqing to jump off the wall, Bi Xiao hurriedly stepped forward.

"The footprints, only half a piece, are very shallow." Wen Moqing replied simply, frowning still not unraveled, "The two-person high wall, people with ordinary light skills will definitely borrow ten strength from the wall to enter, and the footprint on the wall is very shallow, it seems that it is only a little bit of strength." If the owner of this footprint is the one who infiltrated the palace that night and attacked his father, then this person must be very skillful, at least not so that we can easily find out. ”

Bi Xiao thoughtfully: "The cook has not been in the house for a long time, and she is not particularly familiar with the people in the house, but she is not completely unfamiliar with anyone. Suppose that the person who called away the sorrow at that time was the murderer who infiltrated, then this would explain the fact that the cook was unfamiliar with it. It's a pity that the footprints don't speak, and it is impossible to verify the time they were left on the wall, and if anyone really says that the footprints were left before or after the incident, we have no way to refute it, and we still can't use this as evidence to clear the charge of leaving the sorrow. ”

Wen Moqing didn't speak for a long time, and seemed to be preoccupied, until Bi Xiao's eyes became more and more worried, and then he asked in a deep voice.

"Outside the back door is a pond and bamboo forest, and the wall buttress is much higher than other places, I can think of sneaking in from the backyard that is the most difficult to climb, it seems that this person knows the layout of Dingyuan Wangfu very well-Bi Xiao, have you asked Bi Sheng, where was she at the time of the incident?"

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At the end of June, Anzhou has begun to enter the hot summer, and the wealthy families have set up tea sheds by the river, laughing and drinking tea while blowing the river breeze to enjoy the coolness. Wang Yuanwai and his wife cherished the ninth day of the new year, and specially spent a high price to plate the coolest place by the river, which was both fruit and expensive ice cubes, and others thought that the ninth day was the daughter of the Wang family who had been lost for many years and suddenly recovered.

As the person who personally sent Chu Jiu and was responsible for protection, Bi Sheng was also fortunate to enjoy such treatment, but since arriving in Anzhou, Bi Sheng has always had an anxious and flustered mood, and he is not in the mood to relax and enjoy it at all.

At noon, Wang Yuanwai and his wife wanted to take Chu Jiu back to the mansion for lunch, Bi Sheng excused that the weather was too hot to eat and still stayed by the river to enjoy the cool, but when Wang Yuanwai and his wife took Chu Jiu just turned around the corner of the alley, Bi Sheng immediately bounced up from the chair, and his body quickly drilled into a pleasure boat on the river.

Hmm, the soft sword hidden at his waist showed without hesitation.

"You liar!" Bi Sheng was furious, and the tip of his sword pointed directly at the man sitting and drinking tea in the cabin.

"At the beginning, you voluntarily told me the layout and personnel situation in the Dingyuan Palace, and you also knew in advance about the fact that I would send Gushui to sneak in, how could I lie to you?" Lian Song tasted tea indifferently, and dressed in white as before.

Bi Sheng's face was blue and white, and the hand holding the sword couldn't help trembling: "But you didn't tell me that you were going to kill the prince!" You liar! If I had known that you were going to be unfavorable to the prince, I would never have believed your nonsense to let that person sneak into the palace! ”

A contemptuous sneer permeated the corners of his lips, and Lian Song was not afraid of the sword blade shining with cold light in front of him, and with a slam of the teacup, he knocked the empty but weak sword three inches away.

"People have long brains for thinking, I said that I would let Lone Water sneak into the palace to find a chance to blame the trouble, didn't Miss Bisheng think carefully about what might happen? I knew what the result would be but pretended not to understand, and finally accused the benefactor who gave you advice and revenge. ”

Lian Song's ridicule was bloody and very scathing, which made Bi Sheng's face retreat with blood, and the trembling became more and more intense.

Previously, Bi Sheng really didn't expect Lian Song to dare to make such a bold move as assassinating King Dingyuan, but as Lian Song said, she did vaguely realize that if she had to reveal the news by herself and successfully sneak into the lonely water of Dingyuan Palace, she would definitely do something unfavorable to Dingyuan Palace.

She just pretended she couldn't figure anything out.

The person who lied to her was herself.

Seeing that Bi Sheng had lost his soul and had not reacted for a long time, Lian Song took a shallow drink, and a sharp touch of sharpness crossed his eyes: "Bi Xiao girl hopes to stay away from sorrow and warmth, I did it for you, and in return, now I need Bi Xiao girl to do a very simple thing." ”

Bi Xiao, who had recovered from the panic, stiffened, and panic filled her heart for no reason: "What do you want to make bad?" I'm telling you, I'm never going to do this kind of thing again! ”

"Don't worry, I'd rather let Gushui do this kind of thing, and I won't force you to do it." Taking another sip of tea, Lian Song moved his gaze to the outside of the cabin, and his lips pursed out a cold arc, "You and that girl seem to be very important to Yan Liwu and warmth." What you need to do now is to make her 'accidental' disappear, and to make everyone think that her disappearance is related to the Duchess of Murgeta in Hostuz. ”

Bi Xiao was stunned, and couldn't help but show a blank expression: "Helian Ming?" Even if I can take Jiu'er away, how can I let her have a relationship with Helian Ming? In case my brother finds out that I'm playing tricks on me, I-"

Before he could finish speaking, Bi Sheng's words had been coldly interrupted.

"You just have to do what I say, and someone from Hosto's side will contact you, and I will let Gushui secretly cooperate with you. As for how to cover up your crimes, that's your business, not me. But kindly advise you, the matter has come to this, it's best not to want to withdraw or tell others that I am behind the instructions, that will only make Wen Moqing hate you even more, and even kill you with his own hands - causing them to separate their husbands and wives and turn against each other, if Wen Moqing knows the truth, you should be able to guess your fate. ”