Shang Lu looked straight at Hua Thirteen, without any intention of reacting, Hua Thirteen glanced at Jing Mo meaningfully, and stared at Shang Lu with a cold gaze with questioning for a long time.

Finally, Shang Lu blinked heavily.

Jing Mo's heart twitched, and he tightened his thirteen eyebrows, and continued to ask: "Jiang Li died from the water poison dragon that Zhou Rong obtained, right?"

Jingmo saw Shang Lu blink again, she still shook her head secretly in disbelief, if she didn't accept it before, because she didn't get Shang Lu's reply, then at this moment, she didn't dare to accept it because of Shang Lu's reply.

Hua Thirteen clenched his fists, bit the betel nut horn, and continued to ask with difficulty: "Is it you who colluded with Zhou Rong to sell the map of Xinglin Valley to Zhou Rong?"

The words fell to the ground heavily, and Jingmo gasped, painting thirteen questions, which she had never thought about, for a while, something in her heart exploded, and she looked at Shang Lu blankly, her dear and respected senior brother.

This time, Shang Lu didn't blink, he used all his strength, and turned his head to Jingmo with difficulty, his scarlet eyes were full of tears at some point, staring at Jingmo for a long time, his dry thin lips trembled slightly like a dead leaf blown by the wind, he wanted to say something, but he couldn't say anything.

Hua Thirteen's eyes couldn't help but flush slightly, he could even hear the slight sound of clenched teeth grinding, he tried to contain the hatred twitching between his lips and teeth, and asked in a resolute tone: "Say, is it you?" Isn't it you! ”

Jingmo took a step, stopped between Hua Thirteen and Shang Lu, protected Shang Lu behind him, and stopped with an extremely complicated expression: "Don't ask again, Senior Brother is already like this......"

Painting Thirteen's suppressed anger suddenly rushed up, and he looked at Jingmo with strange and vigilant eyes: "Why don't you let me ask?" ”

"I ......" Jingmo was at a loss for a while, all of which was completely beyond her expectations.

"You already knew if it was! Are you colluding with him to Zhou Rong? No wonder you have been taking care of him without asking the truth, no wonder you want to stay by Zhou Rong's side! Hua Thirteen's reddened eyes stared at Jingmo intently, and he couldn't tell whether his emotions were anger or hatred or helplessness.

With a "snap", a slap fell on the left side of Hua Thirteen's face extremely loudly, and the red birthmark painted by Jing Mo and the red handprint she fell were mottled and intertwined, intricately like the mood of the two of them.

"Shut up!" Jingmo couldn't help but burst into tears silently, but she suppressed her choked emotions and said to Hua Thirteen in a calm and neat tone: "Since you don't believe in my master, my senior brother, and me, please go out!" Between you and me is the road from now on! ”

"I only believe in the truth!" A few words smashed loudly in everyone's hearts, painting thirteen and Jingmo didn't let anyone look at each other, he turned his head to look at Shang Lu, as if he had used all his life's strength and patience to ask for the third time, "The person who helped Zhou Rong get the water poison dragon, in the end, is it you." ”

Jingmo coldly raised his hand towards the door, and made a gesture of "slow walking, no sending" to the painting thirteen. But she found that Hua Thirteen's tense expression suddenly laughed, and his smile gradually spread from the corners of his mouth, spreading like ripples, gradually turning into a loud laugh, into a laugh, into a dry smile with his head up...... Jingmo looked at Shang Lu suspiciously along the gaze of Hua Thirteen, and she saw that Shang Lu answered.

Shang Lu didn't blink, but closed his eyes heavily, and two cloudy tears flowed from the end of his eyes.

Jingmo slid down the edge of the bed in despair, and sat on the ground paralyzed, could it be that the senior brother who she had taken care of for ten years and depended on each other was the one who single-handedly contributed to everything back then? All she was left with was a blank in her heart, what happened ten years ago? What happened ten years later? She couldn't hear anyone answer, only heard the wry smile of Painting Thirteen gradually stop, and heard him walk towards the door step by step, he stood on the door, turned his head sideways, and said faintly:

"It's time to surface, you can't run. I'm going to give you the truth about what happened back then. ”

"Stop." Jing Mo leaned on the side of the bed in a daze, her pair of autumn eyes were dim and irrelevant, she looked at the departing back on the door from afar, and asked with a smile, "Painting Thirteen, do you regret it at the moment." I regret that night, but I didn't succeed in sending the chief spirit to kill me. ”

Painting Thirteen was suddenly frozen on the door frame, frozen like a stone statue at the bottom of the river, his worry really came, that day she came to retrieve Luo Yi, and heard it outside the door, but she never said it. He really wanted to go back and hold her who was suffering at the moment tightly in his arms, comfort her, and relieve her, but he couldn't even relieve himself.

She asked him if he regretted not killing her? He suddenly recalled in his heart the many moments between them, the way she drew the birthmark in Qinyuan, the way she danced in Chunmanlou, the way she hid in his bed, the way she struggled like a mad rabbit in his arms......

"Hmm." He muttered a word back to her without looking back, and then brushed his sleeves and left.

It wasn't until Manman came back with tea that she saw that Jingmo had been sitting on the ground in a daze, she was really startled, she asked Jingmo without saying a word, so she had to help Jingmo up, Jingmo still refused to open his mouth to speak as if he had lost his soul.

Man Man had never seen Jingmo like this, and he was nervous and flustered: "Momo, what's wrong with you?" Could it be that he was also infected by the wooden man on the bed? What about the rich boy who sold paintings? ”

"Painting Thirteen is gone." Jing Mo's eyes were gloomy, and she finally squeezed out a few words, but as soon as she finished reading his name, she shed tears in her anger and chattered, "He regrets it." He regretted it. ”

Man Man was shocked when she heard the name "Painting Thirteen", which she had heard for a long time, and was even more startled by the always calm and calm appearance of Jingmo, she understood that Jingmo didn't need any words to explain at the moment, she only held Jingmo in her arms and accompanied her silently.

"Thirteen Shao, you're back." As soon as Chang Ling heard the footsteps of Painting Thirteen, he jumped up from the stool, "I found out from the mouths of several old patients that Jing Yakushi and Chun Manlou seem to be—"

"No need to check on her anymore." Painting Thirteen said in a cold tone.

Chang Ling couldn't hear what Hua Thirteen's emotions were, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Chang Ling knows!" Is Jing Yaoshi already the thirteenth sister-in-law, so there is no need to check again! ”

"What nonsense." Thirteen scolded, "She already knows that I sent you to assassinate her. ”

"Huh?" Chang Ling was unhappy when he heard that he was painting Thirteen, and he muttered a little awkwardly, "What can I do about this, will she ignore Thirteen Shao again?" ”

Painting Thirteen smiled bitterly, he shook his head and muttered, "Now, it doesn't matter anymore. What I regret is that I didn't distinguish the boundaries between treating her at the beginning, and I didn't think that she was neither a chess watcher nor a chess piece, but a fellow chess player. ”

Chang Ling scratched his head anxiously: "Thirteen young people, I see, you are obviously in love with others, and you are still talking about playing chess." In the desert before, I never saw you so close to any woman, and I didn't see you mention it often! ”

Painting Thirteen was slightly stunned, the word "love", fireworks and ethereal meaning were born together, at his age, only from the mouth of Chang Ling said this word, it was quite sincere and moving. Looking around at the people around him for many years, what he loves or not, Painting Thirteen has never been able to say, so much so that he has forgotten that he may still have this ability.

"Oh yes, except for the 'old man in the palace' who is always on the lips of the thirteenth young man, Chang Ling has never heard of any other woman!" Chang Ling is full of pretended cleverness.

Yes, his Xiao Yu is still deep in the palace walls, if he hadn't been chased and killed by Zhou Rong's soldiers all the way, he wouldn't have missed the appointment with her, and he would support each other and fly away, maybe it would be a different situation?

"Zhou Rong ......"

Painting Thirteen gradually calmed down, carefully recalling the causes and consequences of Jingmo's approach to Zhou Rong. If she really colluded with Shang Lu and betrayed the Water Poison Dragon, why did she bring the painting with the map to Zhou Rong? Isn't this a wolf in the mouth of a tiger? Moreover, before that, she didn't know anything about the mystery in the painting, as if she was just looking at the truth behind it step by step, and her appearance didn't know whether it was good or bad for her.

"Could it be... She's really... Didn't know anything......"

Painting 13 got up from the stool "openly", and rushed out before he had time to say more than half a word, and rushed towards Qinyuan. At this moment, his mind was full of scenes of Jingmo almost collapsing on the edge of the bed hopelessly, and at that time, why did he leave without looking back, how could he blame Jingmo for Shang Lu's mistakes and things that were not clear. Painting Thirteen galloped all the way, the burning wound on his back cracked and stinged, and the blood and pus oozed out of the cloth belt that Jingmo had bandaged with his own hands, and a large piece of clothing was wet, and he couldn't wait to appear in front of Jingmo in a moment, telling her that the word "um" he replied at the end was just a mouthful, and he had many regrets but never regretted not killing her. Passers-by all the way saw the white-clothed man staggering like a sick crane, and they all looked sideways, and his steps were faster.

"Jingmo!"

Painting 13 finally came to the gate of Qinyuan, but he found that the long-lost rattle had been cut off to the ground, the wooden door was half-hidden, and the scenery in the garden was scattered and dilapidated.

Oops. Zhou Rong!

He didn't dare to delay for a moment and hurried to Chunmanlou, at this time, Chang Ling also chased after him from the gallery, and in a blink of an eye, he accompanied Hua Thirteen to the attic of the backyard of Chunmanlou.

Painting Thirteen came to the end of the corridor with a familiar way, only to find that the wall that was the door to the secret room was wide open, and he hurriedly strode inside.

"What about Jingmo? What about Shanglu? Why are you alone? Painting Thirteen asked anxiously to the only people left in the room.

Man Man also stomped her feet in panic, and she almost burst into tears: "Not long after you left, you quietly rushed in a team of masked officers and soldiers, kidnapped Shang Lu without saying a word, and said that if you want Shang Lu to live, let the pharmacist Jingmo personally go to an abandoned teahouse on the outskirts of Beijing to save people." Momo has rushed over by himself now—"

"Is it right to have an abandoned teahouse on the outskirts of Beijing?" After painting thirteen questions, he pulled Changling and galloped out, casually untied two tall horses from the front of the Chunmanlou, and galloped desperately in the direction of the suburbs of Beijing, dusty and sand along the way, his heart kept reading a name, Jingmo......