People use a detached mentality to digest things easily, have they forgotten the words of the past? Or is Yan Xuanfeng already a person in history, and has gradually entered the pile of old papers, and will never be mentioned again?

Regarding Yan Xuanfeng's death, it is not someone else who is really confused and ready to investigate and study, but Mingmei. At the beginning, Ying Mei didn't believe that Yan Xuanfeng was dead.

Therefore, on the third watch day, Mingmei sneaked into the Xuanshu Hall alone, I thought that the current Xuanshu Hall must be overcrowded, and Mingmei made all the preparations, but unexpectedly, Mingmei, who was wearing night clothes, sneaked into the Xuanshu Palace, and what she saw was not so.

What did he see? The cold loneliness here was left to Yan Xuanfeng, who couldn't breathe, and his foot landed on the familiar Xuanfeng, took a breath, and calmly went towards the Jinluan Palace, behind the Jinluan Palace, it was Yan Xuanfeng's corpse.

Ying Mei didn't believe that Yan Xuanfeng had been murdered, so she came to see it secretly and sneakily alone, and when she entered the mourning hall, she saw that Yan Xuanfeng had indeed run out of time to breathe, and Ying Mei was still unbelievable.

A son of heaven, who says that he is dead, is he exactly the same as a normal person?

Mingmei stretched out her hand, and her trembling fingers were gently placed under Yan Xuanfeng's nostrils, not feeling the slightest warmth, oops, Yan Xuanfeng was really dead. Mingmei continued to be tempted, and was put on Yan Xuanfeng's heart, and even her heart didn't beat.

I heard that when a person really dies, there is no warmth in the heart, and Ming Mei finally determined, indeed, Yan Xuanfeng's body temperature has been swallowed up by death, and Ming Mei checked Yan Xuanfeng's wounds.

It is determined that Yan Xuanfeng was killed by him, and according to Mingmei's rich experience in killing, the second fact can basically be determined, the killer is head-on, so after Yan Xuanfeng died, the wound on the corpse is like this.

As for the perspective of the wound and her life, it has been further proved that Yan Xuanfeng's death is not a plan that has been formed a long time ago, but ...... A kind of mistaken behavior that one party does to one party in anger after two people fail to talk.

Mingmei analyzed for a long time, but she couldn't be sure who was behind the scenes, but who was able to kill Yan Xuanfeng but left in a dignified manner, who was not the high-ranking person in the imperial capital?

Just think about it, there is only one person who has a close relationship with Yan Xuanfeng, thinking of this, Mingmei suddenly brightened, and the white paper continued to fall on Yan Xuanfeng's face, and went.

The next day, the nightmare has passed, but the new nightmare continues to shroud, Bai Qian woke up, feeling cold all over, the time to clean his face, he didn't often come to visit his Mingmei, for Mingmei, Bai Qian didn't hate it, but he didn't have a good feeling.

For Bai Qian, Mingmei feels that this is really a veteran of the wheel cutting who is very good at handling things, and in the face of such a person, Mingmei is also afraid that she will suffer.

The maid came in, as every day before, and at the head was a smiling girl, with a copper basin in her hand, and green smoke came out of the fragrant soup in the copper basin, and red and white roses were floating on the water.

The color of the roses, because they are soaked in water, becomes less showy. The second maid held a lacquered and gold-painted tray with brocade and towels, as well as kudzu scarves, which were used in different ways, all of which symbolized the exquisite life of a Chinese peasant.

She's so pampered, all of this, but she's been enjoying the treatment since she was a child.

She continued to look, the girl in the third row said that it was still = holding a tray, and in the tray was a cup of tea, and this Jin Junmei was not used for drinking, but for gargling, and in the fourth girl's tray was a copper tripod, and the white flowers in this copper tripod were like snowflakes and table salt.

Salt is also used to rinse the mouth, and the last girl I am really the vessel for drinking water, before, Bai Qian has never felt it, this kind of nervous and even blind life is beautiful.

But today, everything seems to have been lost and regained, Bai Ze calmed his mood, looked outside, and after a while, the first girl had already come, and every time before, the little girl who smiled Yan Yan put the copper plate in front of Bai Qian.

With a hearty smile, how bright this girl's smile is, that kind of smile in the heart of the house, you don't need to cultivate, because that kind of smile is innate.

Now Bai Qian is actually beginning to envy this girl.

"Princess, you're clean." The girl reminded her that Bai Ze gradually recovered, smiled lightly, and began to clean her face, one after another, according to the process, the third, third and even the fourth girl came, after the cleansing was completed, after rinsing her mouth, she was going to drink the tea sent by the last girl.

After all, the final tea and gargling are still different, the gargle is generally Jin Junmei, but the drink is not Longjing before the rain or Zhengshan Xiaozhong, these two kinds of tea are good things with both color and flavor.

Mingmei was suspicious of Bai Qian, so she came over in the morning, it was better to be still, she wanted to observe and observe what unusual actions this girl had when she killed someone, and Mingmei now remembered the experience of killing people for the first time.

The memories are simply vivid, and the memories are just a thirteen-year-old girl, and since the age of nine, the beauty is a self-reliant person.

However, his brother suffered himself like that, in order to survive, his brother actually chose to sell himself to a brothel, when he thought of this, Mingmei's heart was about to break, although so many years have passed, although, for the murder of his brother, Mingmei did not say a word.

But those things, those memories, are like a lake that overturns the river and the sea, and they come to hit me from time to time.

At this moment, there was a faint sense of distress in Mingmei's heart, she went to the door, and the last girl in line at the door saw Mingmei coming, she was slightly surprised, and she had to continue to salute her, and Mingmei grasped the girl's mouth.

Nodded outside with his chin the meaning is already very clear you go and wait outside this girl doesn t you understand for the time being she can only nunu mouth towards the outside.

The girl finally understood what she meant, and gave the tray to the girl, who held it, and the girl and the girl parted ways, one went indoors, and the other went outside.

It rained last night, and the damp rain washed the outside clean, and a cold fragrance of the new heart entered the lungs like the fragrance of flowers.

Bai Qian combed a simple bun, looked back, the girl who delivered the tea came, Bai Qian held Zhengshan Xiaozhong, drank it gently, and put the tea cup in the tray.

"Stand down, all of you." The girl holding the tray almost gave an impertinent order, and Bai Qian immediately raised her eyes and looked at the familiar voice, which turned out to be Mingmei.

"Is that you?" She was surprised, her eyes looked at Mingmei, and tried to make herself appear calm, calm, calm. There was a faint smile on the corner of Mingmei's mouth, "You are also very calm when you kill someone." ”

"You!" Bai Qian looked at Mingmei, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”