The sea bowl, which exuded the fragrance of medicine, was stopped by a pale hand.

The maid's arm was strong, but she didn't want this hand to be very steady, steady like a rock.

The woman was already flustered, but at this time she hurriedly raised her head and faced a pair of bright eyes, like a black pearl reflected in the night, with a trace of crystal.

Then she heard the voice of the son:

"Pinghong, when did you get so flustered? Can't even serve the bowl? ”

Although the voice was soft, it was like a gong and drum beating in Pinghong's heart.

She smiled reluctantly, brushing the hair between her forehead with her left hand, and lowered her eyebrows to hide her inner uneasiness.

Then, Lin Zhengyang put the bowl on the table, noticed the herring lines on the bowl, and raised his eyebrows slightly:

"You've got something on your mind!"

"In the past, you were the most careful, but today you took someone's bowl, you should know that I usually use silver bowls."

"Let me guess, is there something in this bowl that shouldn't be put in?

Lin Zhengyang said a word, and the red screen trembled for a while.

When Lin Zhengyang said that he had broken this joint, the red immediately burst out, tightly grasped the scissors hidden in his sleeve, and pounced:

"Die—"

With a desperate and crazy expression, this screen red played a speed that ordinary people couldn't do, and the scissors came straight at Lin Zhengyang's chest.

Lin Zhengyang had been guarding against her for a long time, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he kicked over the chair.

With a "bang", the scissors stabbed into the back of the chair and into the wood for three points.

That Pinghong herself is just a weak maid, how much strength can she have?

In the past, what I did was just some light work of serving tea and water, and I was also a first-class maid in this house.

Although he is still a subordinate, the subordinate of the Hou Mansion who serves the prince should have a regular diet, and it is no worse than that of ordinary eunuchs.

What's more, Chen Hong is too weak, in other words, he has a good temperament, and he doesn't have much majesty in front of his personal maids.

This screen red tried his best, but he only waved it out like this, and at this moment, his strength was relaxed, and he felt that his entire right arm was sore, and he couldn't do it for a while.

She collapsed to the ground, her hair disheveled, her sweat pouting, her chest heaving, her small mouth open and gasping for air.

Then, seeing that the assassination was fruitless, she bit through the poison sac hidden under her tongue and soon vomited blood.

Lin Zhengyang continued to retreat.

Not long after he was possessed, this body was still an ordinary person, and it was more troublesome to deal with.

Also, there is no need to confirm anything, this is an obvious assassination.

"Even the personal maid who has followed for ten years can buy ·······"

Lin Zhengyang's heart was slightly cold.

Feeling the rights and wrongs of the wealthy family, Lin Zhengyang continued to retreat from the corner.

As he approached the door, he faintly heard a rapid gasp.

Subconsciously, he slammed the door open and kicked it out.

With a muffled snort, a woman in green clothes holding a sharp blade fell to the ground in pain, clutching her abdomen in pain, and tears were left in her eyes.

"Screen Green ···········"

Lin Zhengyang saw that he was familiar, and then found out his impression of this woman from his memory.

This is also a maid who has served for ten years, and she has the same identity as Fang Cai's screen red.

The subordinates in the Hou Mansion are theoretically innocent and have been born to children for generations.

Especially the personal maid of the master of the Hou Mansion, it is even more screened in every way, and there is no hidden danger left behind.

Ping Cui also bit the poison sac in despair, and soon vomited blood and died in front of him.

"Two ·······"

The two maids who served closely, the maids who were theoretically absolutely loyal rebelled so strangely, which meant that Lin Zheng didn't have time to think about it.

At this time, he didn't have time to carefully check Chen Hong's memory, but just roughly browsed the map of Xiahou Mansion.

Then, he walked away quickly, ignoring the two maids behind him.

Even the people around him have an accident, and the Hou Mansion itself is no longer safe.

"The people behind the scenes, if they can buy the people around me, they can buy other people, and if they can assassinate once, there will be a second time, and I need a quiet place now that no one disturbs me, and I can sort out Chen Hong's memories for more than ten years."

The Hou Mansion is very large, and the architectural pattern is not small.

The Marquis of Bohai is the title inherited by the first generation, and this Hou Mansion was built in accordance with the etiquette system, and it is magnificent.

Along the way, Lin Zhengyang just continued to walk according to his past habits.

"The guards of the study are all elite soldiers from Bohai County, if there is anyone else in the Hou Mansion who can be trusted, then they are the only ones left·······"

Bohai County is the fief of the Marquis of Bohai, which is actually sealed and systematized, and has 3,000 elites.

This world is different from other worlds, everywhere the public waits for all those who are actually feuded, there are fiefs, there are private armies, but there is a limit on the number.

At the level of the prince, the fief is only one county, and the number of troops is 3,000.

Chen Hong, the son of the Marquis of Bohai, according to the system, also has a group of pro-soldiers, a group of ten people, and the rewards of these ten people in the past were all from him, but the military salary was still paid from the public account of the Hou Mansion.

Now that they have been rewarded, they have to work for others, and now is the time to put them to good use.

"There must have been an accident in the Bohai Hou Mansion, I'm really unlucky, I was involved in a big deal so quickly."

Soon, Lin Zhengyang followed the path and came to an artificial lake.

There is an attic in the middle of the lake, which is Chen Hong's study in the past.

The attic is bordered by water on three sides, and only one side is connected by a water promenade with nine turns and eighteen turns.

Walking in the promenade, feeling the moist air blowing around you, smelling the fragrant fragrance coming from the lake, and admiring the delicate and blooming water lotus, you seem to be in the environment for a while.

The lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are different red.

The water and the sky are the same color, it is difficult to distinguish, and it gives birth to the illusion of being in the sky.

In the past, if Chen Hong was here, he might have made a lot of poetry, poured ink into poems, fought wine and sang, and even invited one or two powerful children to hold a lotus banquet on this beautiful scenery.

It's a pity that Lin Zhengyang encountered an assassination, and when he was in a bad mood, there were not so many Yaxing.

The clogs make a crisp sound when they step on the bamboo cloister.

Fang Cai was in a hurry, and with a kick, the deer leather belt tied with clogs was a little loose, and Lin Zhengyang secretly combed his memories while walking.

When people are born, they have memories, such as sight, hearing, smell, taste, touch, and thinking, all of which will be left behind, and they will be stored as memories.

In many cases, those long-term memories that even I can't recall are not really non-existent, and forgotten memories will still leave traces in the body.

No matter how big or small it is, even if it's just what the fish tofu tasted at noon many years ago, whether the shallots were put in it, which tofu was eaten, how much money it spent, what was the attitude of the shop, and what clothes were worn at that time············· And so on, even those useless details that I can't recall are actually remembered by the body.

With so much huge and messy information, stored for sixteen years, it takes quite a long time to sift through the useful and discard the useless.

Lin Zhengyang urgently needs to find out the truth about the assassination, and this must be an in-depth review of Chen Hong's life.

In order not to miss some overlooked details that may exist, this time, Lin Zhengyang intends to dive into Chen Hong's subconscious and retrace those deep forgotten memories.

Chen Hong's consciousness has been erased by him, and a little true spirit has also been detained, and he has not yet participated in the natural reincarnation, leaving only a soul that has been stripped of his true spirit, which is demented and can be searched for him.

This is a job that requires delicate manipulation, not a superficial memory.