When I finished packing up and went home, it was already the middle of the day.

The car stopped, she got out of the car, there were guards guarding the door, and the lobby inside was brightly lit.

Before the pityan entered the house, a butler was ushered in at the door, waiting by the door, standing aside, and saluting when he saw the pity.

"Welcome home."

Pian Zheng frowned, "I don't like these, Thirteen, these dispensable places are all withdrawn for me." ”

The housekeeper looked dazed, looked at the pity on his face and was displeased, turned around and brushed his sleeves into the house.

Pian Zheng opened the warm tent, pushed the door and entered the hall, and she was about to find Feng Yin to settle the account, but she was stunned in place.

There were three people sitting in the lobby coldly, Wei Fengyin, Wei Chu Yin, and a man he had never seen before.

I saw that his face was cold, his eyebrows were dark, and he looked unpredictable.

"Lord Mulan came back by coincidence, or the second brother was in time."

Feng Yin was lazy in the chair, supporting his chin, and he used the tea lid to flick the freshly brewed tea noodles.

Second brother? Second prince? King Wei Zongji of Jin?

is so dignified, how could King Jin suddenly deign to come to her?

"This king doesn't look at the tea leaves in this penal mansion too much, but the royal brothers love to drink it."

Wei Zongji took a sip of tea and gently dropped the lid back into the teacup.

Wei Zhiyin's face was calm, and he raised his eyes lightly and said: "Lord Mulan is taken care of by my father, and he is also a pillar of my Dongyuan Dynasty, and the tea is given by my father himself. ”

"The fourth brother's eloquence is really good every year." Wei Zongji smiled silently, and was bumping into the sight of the pitiful kite.

If it is said that Wei Zongji's eyes are like poisonous snakes, it makes people's hearts chill.

"The lower officials knocked on the princes, I don't know what advice the princes have for coming here late at night?"

She didn't believe they were all here for dinner.

"Xia Guan has never even changed his civilian clothes, he smells of corpses, and he is afraid of staining the eyes of the princes, so it is better to come back another day."

After all, politeness is politeness, and it is quite practical to drive people away.

Before she could say a few more words, Feng Yin suddenly noticed that Thirteen had stood in front of him without leaving a trace.

A rancid smell scorched along the charcoal fire, and the stench of corpses wafted forward.......

Feng Yin and Wei Yin Zi could smell this smell clearly, but Wei Zongji only glanced up, and it didn't seem to be different.

"Today, the king has seen it, and as for the side, the king will come back another day to discuss with Lord Mulan."

Wei Zongji quietly stared at the pitiful kite, and then slowly got up.

Pity Zheng said lightly: "The lower officials are mediocre, don't dare to be it." ”

Wei Zongji squinted his eyes, didn't say anything more, and waited for the mercy of the Zheng to give a blessing, and then hung his sleeves and left.

Feng Yin and Wei Yin followed closely behind, and the excitement in the hall quickly subsided.

After seeing the three of them leave, she couldn't help but remember that she still had a smell on her body, so she arranged to wash up before eating.

After bathing in the fragrant soup, Pian Zheng changed into Thirteen's clothes.

She opened the cabinet and took a look, and then she noticed something unusual.

The clothes in the cabinet were divided into three groups, one for personal items, one for women's clothing, and the other for women......

Who took care of her clothes properly?

The thought only went through his mind, and the face of the pitiful kite turned red inexplicably.

★

When the kiteer came out after changing her clothes, the hall was still brightly lit. She frowned, and as soon as she stepped out the door, she smelled the smell of food.

Looking into the lobby, he saw a young man in black placing dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Seeing him go and return, he was stunned: "You didn't go back? ”

Feng Yin turned around, and before he put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand, his eyes deepened a little.

It's rare for her to wear a blouse.

Although she was in the room, she didn't put on the lotus dress, the thin plain white dress was as beautiful as a fairy daughter who didn't eat the fireworks of the world, standing slim in the center of the hall, the green silk that had not yet dried was scattered on both sides, and the water droplets wet her shoulders a little.

"Why did you come out dressed like this?" Feng Yin put aside the chopsticks in his hand, sighed lightly, and took the big one on the side.

Draped the big hair on her shoulders, touched the undried hair, and couldn't stand a little anxious.

"Yuan Jiu, take a dry handkerchief."

Yuan Jiu quickly brought a handkerchief from outside, and he handed it to Feng Yin's palm, bowed his head and retreated.

Feng Yin twisted the ends of her hair with a handkerchief, curled around a few times, wiped back and forth, and wrung out the water droplets of the green silk in a few parts.

Pian Zheng stretched out his hand to stop him, and said softly: "It will dry after a while." ”

"Careful headache in the future."

Pian Zheng said perfunctorily: "It's not in the way." ”

"It's in the way!"

Pian Zheng raised his eyes, saw that Feng Yin was a little angry, and said innocently: "Why is it in the way?" ”

"What's in my way."

Feng Yin pulled her to sit on the edge of the dining table, brought the rice to the front, and handed her the chopsticks, "You eat first, don't go hungry." ”

With that, he took the handkerchief and went to rub her hair again.

Pian Zheng was really hungry, so he began to swallow rice while holding the bowl, and he also sandwiched a few bites of side dishes for her from time to time.

By the time she finished eating, her hair was almost dry.

Pian Zheng sat on the edge of the brazier, remembering something, she looked at him sideways and asked, "Yun Niang is from the Drunken Immortal Fang?" ”

"Hmm." Feng Yin sat beside her, and followed her hair to her face.

"Yun Niang doesn't know martial arts?"

Fengyin was silent for a moment, "Yes." ”

"And how did she die?" Pian Zheng couldn't figure it out.

"It's not Yun Niang who died." Feng Yin put away his smile slightly and paused, "That's just Yun Niang's substitute, Yun Niang is still in the Drunken Immortal Fang." ”

Pian Zheng frowned, and after thinking about it for a while, she figured it out.

"What did you get?" Pity Zheng looked up at him.

Feng raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why do you ask that?" ”

"Why don't you use such a good chess piece?" She asked rhetorically.

Feng Yin felt justified and did not refute: "Yu Shijing is not a neutral faction, and Guo He is not Yu Shijing and the like. ”

In just one sentence, the complexity of the situation is clarified.

"You've made up your mind?"

Feng Yin raised his eyebrows lightly, turned his head to look at the pitiful kite, and took a deep breath, "Hmm." ”

"How can I help you?"

Feng Yin was stunned and raised his eyes to look at her. Her eyes fluttered, and just one glance warmed him.

He is alone, and his military power can be deprived at any time, and it is extremely difficult to gain a firm foothold in Changjing City.

"You don't have to worry about me." Feng Yin smiled lightly and reached out to shake the hand of the kite.

Feng Yin looked at the clear posture of the pitiful kite, and said with a smile: "Didn't you have something to ask me in a hurry?" ”

"Don't you know I want to ask why?" Pian Zheng raised her eyebrows as he looked.

Feng was angry and funny, raised his head and said: "Guo He's wife is named Ziyi, the daughter of a rich and noble family, I heard that she eloped with Guo He and broke off the relationship with her family, and the two became husband and wife. ”

"I don't know anything." The kite looked up at him quietly.

"It seems that there is more than one person who killed Yun Niang, but Yun Niang was hidden by Guo He in the house on the outskirts of the city, so secret, who would know?"

"Now that you have come and asked me, you will know, so why do you need to ask again?" Feng Yin smiled, "What you think is the answer." ”

"Thirteen told you?" Pian Zheng said angrily: "I really brought a tailwind ear with me, and I don't think I have too much to do with you every day." ”

"The matter of the Zheng is the first priority." Feng Yin affectionately hooked the nose of the kite, "It's not too much." ”

While the two were talking, Yuan Jiu knocked on the door.

"The maidservant Xiaoling has brought it."

I almost forgot to get down to business.

Feng Yin's hand moved away, poured a cup of tea on the table, handed it to the hand of the pianzheng to warm it, and then said lightly: "Come in." ”

Yuan Jiu and Thirteen took Xiaoling, the girl next to Wen Yuan that day, into the lobby.

Xiaoling knelt timidly on her face, not daring to look up.

"Xiaoling, I just ask you, where did Madame go before she disappeared?" He placed the teacup in his hand heavily on the table.

The tea cup fell on the table, and with a 'snap', Xiaoling trembled in fright.

Xiaoling fell to the ground in an instant, her whole body trembled, "It's not about the slave and maid, I didn't do anything, it was all arranged by my wife, I didn't do anything, I didn't do anything!" ”

"Do you know that the body has been found, if you still don't say it, you should be punished!" Pitian scolded coldly.

Feng Yin smiled faintly and smiled coldly, "If you dare to lie, beware that this king has cut off your tongue." ”

"My lord's life, I really don't know, I just accompanied my wife to ride around in the carriage a few times, and when my wife came back, I soiled my clothes, I just followed my wife's order to wash my clothes, and then left the room, my lord spared my life......."

Xiaoling kowtowed again and again, and her head knocked on the ground.

Xiaoling lied that day that she was very sleepy, but she fell asleep, and she was afraid that she would be punished, so she didn't dare to tell the truth.

"Where did you pass by, who did you remember?"

Xiao Ling hesitated slightly, and Yuan Jiu suddenly had a blade on his neck.

"My lord spared his life, and the slave and maid sat in the same carriage as usual, but she just accompanied her lady around the suburbs, but ...... But...... The slave and maid saw it in the carriage...... Saw ...... Ghost ......"

As soon as the words fell, Xiaoling's face was as white as snow, and her lips trembled, "It's just that after seeing that person, Mrs. ...... Then he was gone, and then he died......"

What the hell?

"It's her...... She's back...... She came back and demanded Madame's life......"

Pian Zheng frowned, and was surprised, but saw that Xiaoling's expression did not look fake.

"What you see is purple?"

Xiaoling bit her lower lip tightly, and when her lip was about to be bitten, she trembled and said, "It seems to be a ...... or not."

"Thirteen." The kite stretched out his hand towards Thirteen.

Thirteen took out the scroll and unfolded it, "You see it's the person in the painting?" ”

Xiaoling raised her eyes, only glanced at it, her eyes widened in horror, "...... Yes, it's her ....."

It seems that wearing purple clothes and Yun Niang seem to have something to do with it, is it difficult to ......

Pian Zheng frowned, and before he could come up with an idea, Xiaoling shook his head desperately again, "No...... It can't be her ......"

"What do you mean?" Mercy Zheng was a little confused, "Is it her?" ”

"Purple clothes...... It can't be like this...... "Xiaoling forcibly suppressed the panic in her heart, and the six gods said: "Her face, her face can never be like this......"

"Why not?"

"The face of the purple robe...... ...... by Mrs. ..... was disfigured by his wife with a knife." Xiaoling's eyes were frightened, as if the picture was still in front of her, "Madame slashed with a knife again and again, purple-clothed...... The purple clothes are covered with blood......"

Yu Wenyuan ruined Mrs. Guo He's appearance like this?

"And how did Ziyi die?"

Xiaoling was still kneeling on the ground, biting her lip in a panic when she heard this.

"If you don't say so, I'll throw you into the courtyard, so that you may see the ghost you said." Feng Yin sneered lightly and glanced at Yuan Jiu.

Yuan Jiu immediately grabbed Xiaoling's collar and tried to drag her out.

Xiaoling struggled desperately, crying and begging for mercy: "I won't go, I won't go!" ”

Let Xiaoling struggle, how can he escape Yuan Jiu's hands.

Seeing that she was dragged out of the lobby, Xiaoling cried and shouted, "I said! I say! The purple clothes were nailed into the coffin alive by the lady! ”