Ping Yan has stayed in Yi Mansion for four days, and Yi Fengjun invites her to dinner regularly every day. At the beginning of the meal, she had to ask Shen Yuchen's whereabouts seven or eight times, and his answers were always conclusive. After a few days of getting along, Ping Yan was convinced of his character, and she didn't suspect him, so she just obediently waited for the news he brought back, and was anxious day after day.

But waiting is the most heart-burning, and she is not good at putting Shen Yuji on her lips every minute in front of Yi Fengjun, the snow and cold outside are cold, she is in good health, and it is not suitable to go out.

After Xiao Ma came back, his face was extremely bad, white and white, I don't know if he was frozen or scared.

His eyes hesitated, and he tiptoed to close the door of the house, looking like a storm and a dangerous situation, "Miss, I went to the mountain where the young master fell off the cliff, and there was no trace of anyone there, not even a person's footprints." ”

Ping Yan smiled: "What do you say, how is it possible?" You also heard that Master Yi said that he sent many people there to find people. ”

His gaze tightened, and his tense mouth tore out a small arc, "It's true." ”

Her smile faded, and she sat still for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked out the door.

Xiao Ma blocked her way, "Miss, no, if Master Yi is really perfunctory, isn't it more dangerous for you to tear your face like this?" ”

She and Yi Fengjun Pingshui met in just four days, but they always gave her the illusion that she had known each other for a long time and hated to see each other late. She was impressed by his moral temperament, and wanted to have a heart-to-heart relationship, but she never imagined that he would be a hypocrite with different calculations in Xiao Ma's mouth.

She is not an impulsive and reckless person, but it is just a matter of Shen Yuchen's life and death, how can she deal with it calmly? If Yi Fengjun really wasted her four days in vain, she would definitely ask for an explanation!

"If Yifu is a wolf's den, then Yi Fengjun is a wolf, we are already under the fangs, if we pretend to be safe, it will only be a day early and a day late, but what about Shen Yuji, if I can't see him before I die...... Or corpses, I won't be at ease in my next life. Her eyes trembled, and her heart swelled, as if she was about to cry.

But she didn't believe that Shen Yuchen died so easily, so she didn't want to shed tears so casually. The sight she fixed on Xiao Ma's face was like Pu Si, which was a flexible strength that only belonged to women, diving in the night with the wind, moisturizing things silently, and quickly ironed out Xiao Ma's worries.

He slowly stepped back and made a way, with admiration in his eyes, more of a determination to live and die together.

"Miss, I'll go with you."

The housekeeper had just finished dinner and was about to send someone to invite Ping Yan, when she heard the door of the house being pushed vigorously, and her body was embedded in the innocent moonlit night outside the door.

He waved his hand quietly and stepped back with the three or two servants in the room.

Yi Fengjun had already stood up and was walking this way, Xu had been warm in the room for a long time, his eyes were shining, and even his cheeks were full of color. Ping Yan gave Xiao Ma a look, Xiao Ma immediately retreated outside the door, and closed the door, Ping Yan walked away with a cold face.

Yi Fengjun saw her strange appearance, and his heart chuckled. He lowered his eyes a little weakly, and outside the afterglow was a pair of embroidered shoes like a crescent moon, with a silver and white satin, and sparse plum branches, which were constantly circling around him, making his heart tremble.

Finally, she seemed to have seen him inside and out, and then stopped in front of him and asked, "What kind of person is Master Yi?" ”

Yi Fengjun was stunned, unconsciously raised his head, and met her with a pair of eyes like a three-foot god judging which mortal is good and which is evil, which is obviously dark, but it is light and discerning, and in the moment under her eyes, he seems to have appeared in his original form.

There are his people up and down in this Yi Mansion, he is always in control of her situation, he doesn't believe that she can detect something so quickly without leaving the door, so he is secretly relieved. Maybe it's because he's been nervous lately, and he's too grassy.

He smiled as usual and didn't answer her words, "Let's go eat first, it won't taste good if it's cold, and I cooked your favorite sweet tea today." ”

He didn't pay attention for a while, and said it casually, seeing that Ping Yan's gaze at him was even more treacherous, only to realize that the words were inappropriate, he quickly thought about the words, but it was difficult to complete in her cold tone.

"Who the hell are you?"

He knew it was stupid to play stupid in front of her, but his cunning and ruthlessness were useless in front of her. There is really nothing he can do except play stupid.

"How do you know I like sweet tea? Not many people know about this at all? Who are you? Pointing at the wind, the cold blade flashed, and the blade in her hand hit his throat in one go.

When he was in Qingzhou, he often saw her wiping this meniscus blade with a silk, which is said to be the only relic left by her father during his lifetime. He never imagined that one day the blade would be on his neck.

He lowered his eyes, and out of sight was her raised head, cold face.

The candles in the house were very bright, and the big red wax shrouded everything in the night snow in the red window. The candlelight is the pen, and the outline of her body is outlined by the night, and it is painted under his eyes.

He was a head taller than her, and she grew smaller and smaller in his eyes, but he could no longer feel a trace of her tenderness. He couldn't help but miss those days in Qingzhou, they were the same size, and they were as close as ...... Sisters.

Ping Yan saw that his expression was becoming more and more faint when he looked at him, and he was sad all over the place. Somehow, Dongxia's face seemed to appear in a trance in front of her eyes, and she was suddenly frightened, and she secretly scolded herself several times. You can't be soft-hearted just because he has such a face.

wanted to think so, but her eyes still honestly looked at him from beginning to end, and silently compared it with Dongxia. In addition to her appearance, her height alone was enough to dispel all her suspicions.

"Didn't I tell you? Yi Fengjun. He read the name carefully, hoping that every time he pronounced it, she would remember it a little more closely.

"Nonsense!" She rebuked in a low voice, the blade a few centimeters deeper, "You'd better tell the truth, or I'll kill you!" ”

"That's the truth." He's open.

Ping Yan stared at him, but she had a sharp look, and quickly put the knife into her sleeve, sat on the side, and arranged her sleeves, "Master Yi should know what I want to ask?" ”

She had a very good grasp of proportion, and the paper-thin blade rested on his neck for a long time, but not a drop of blood was drawn. Yi Fengjun touched his neck, there was a trace of warmth in his heart, he sat opposite, still like a few days ago, picked the best dishes and put them in the bowl in front of her.

"You don't have to do any more superficial work!" She sarcastically saw that he slowly put down his chopsticks, couldn't hide his loss, raised his eyes and looked at her without saying anything, just like her villainous heart, overly misinterpreting his kindness.

Her face became even colder, so she simply stopped playing any dumb riddles, and asked bluntly, "What do you want to do, why did you promise me to find someone, but you didn't take action?" ”

Yi Fengjun knew that he couldn't hide it, but all the truth was full of unspeakable secrets.

Seeing that he didn't answer, her eyes became more fierce and aggressive, "Are you instructed by someone?" Or is it free to intend? Maybe? You already know Shen Yuji's whereabouts? ”

He froze into hard ice, and her few questions were like a stone hammer, smashing him all over the cracks, and his mind fluttered. His sentences hit the nail on the head, forcing him speechless, and the tip of his stiff tongue rolled a few rolls, but his mouth was very dry.

The truth is self-evident, Ping Yan sneered, but her heart seemed to scratch, she breathed like countless red threads through embroidery needles, screaming softly, piercing a bottomless deep hole, but her eyes flashed with the rising light, "Where is he?" Is it alive...... Still dead......"

In a few seconds, there were many subtle expressions on her face, tangled together like showers and falling flowers, flying and lonely, uncontrollable, and in the end, even she couldn't tell whether she was more happy or sad?

Yi Fengjun looked at her deeply. The sorrow in his heart was like the sea, and gradually crossed the shore.

He was like a lonely boat in this overturned heart, but his body sitting on the chair was as immobile as a stone, and his gaze towards Ping Yan was always soft, like a thin wave kissing the shore at low tide, one after another......

He said slowly in a voice that he couldn't hear clearly, "He's still alive." ”