Shen Yuchen sat on the threshold, his back against the wooden door, a leaf he picked up from nowhere in his mouth, looking at the starry night, his expression was too serious and quiet, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

His mental mentality and endurance are far beyond Ping Yan's imagination. She had anticipated many times, such as how disheartened and irritable he would be when he knew that he might be left with a lifelong incurable disability. Will he regret saving her with a brain fever that night, and will he hold a grudge against her? Torturing her? She was almost ready to bear all the suffering, but he had nothing, even the expression on his face was the same as always, and there was a hint of innocence in his laughter.

He was too tenacious and didn't care, like a traveler accustomed to bad luck, not a pampered young master.

Ping Yan remembered what he said outside Fuchun Ju, filled with righteous indignation and a little loneliness and hatred. Presumably, in the past eight years abroad, he has not lived so satisfactorily.

Ping Yan sighed lightly, slowly walked to his side, squatted in front of him, and stretched out her hand to press the acupuncture points under half of his right leg to help soothe the nerves, promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

Shen Yuchen has never intended to defend men and women, and her hands are comfortable and flexible, so she simply propped up her chin and looked down at her with a smile.

"Tao Yan." He muttered word by word, and the corners of his narrowed eyes flowed, "Peachy Yanran, haha, it's really charming and romantic." ”

Ping Yan didn't like to be ridiculed by others, and wanted to teach him a lesson, so he pressed the acupoint on his leg and belly, and deliberately poked his belly viciously, he screamed in pain, and his facial features were screwed together. She tried harder, he screamed again, and after a few times, the air was filled with ghosts crying and wolf howling.

The attendants patrolling the courtyard rarely saw people like this pair of men and women, who were obviously imprisoned here and had a worrying fate, but they seemed to be living happily in their own home. They looked at each other, trying to find out why.

At this moment, the courtyard door creaked open, and a group of dark figures flashed in, led by the leader, followed by several black-clad guards, who looked like people from the police station.

Ping Yan picked up Shen Yuji, and the two glanced at each other, both looking at the person with vigilance.

As soon as the leader waved his hand, the attendants stationed all over the courtyard lined up to the base of the wall in an orderly manner, standing like nails, blending in with the night.

He came slowly with three guards and stopped outside the door. The dim light of the room seeped into his face, casting a soft aperture on his indistinct features. But the corners of his slightly hooked mouth looked so sharp and shrewd.

During dinner, Shen Yuchen mentioned that the reason why he appeared in the mountains and forests last night was because Li Yong told him that wild beasts in the mountains often come out to forage for food in the spring, especially at night. Since the second young master is her master, it is necessary to prevent her from going to the mountains and forests to collect medicine in the evening. Li Yong's words actually ended there. But it turns out that Shen Dashao is very good at taking advantage of people's character, and after waiting for half an hour, no one came back, and sure enough, Shen Yuchen went to the mountains and forests alone.

Therefore, Ping Yan was sure that Shen Dashao would definitely go to the mountains and forests to find their whereabouts first. If that butterfly pattern was the key, he would have been able to find it step by step. So when she saw the figure of the guard outside the door, she almost thought it was someone who came to save them. But now, with that meaningful smile at the leader, she became uneasy.

And at this moment, Shen Yuji also found something unusual.

"Sir, may we go into the room alone and talk?" The leader looked at Shen Yuchen very sincerely.

Ping Yan secretly pinched his sleeve and signaled him not to agree, it was too dangerous to fight alone. He lowered his eyes and looked at Ping Yan, the moonlight flowing on his black hair, reflecting the smoke in his eyes. But then the corners of his mouth grinned without fear, and then she broke Ping Yan's hand, pulled out her arm to support the wall, and slowly walked towards the house, the step was limping.

Ping Yan was stunned, and was about to chase in, but two guards blocked her way with guns, turned around and entered the house, and closed the wooden door tightly.

She stood there for a few minutes, the night breeze calming the anxiety in her heart. She slowly calmed down, secretly pinched the meniscus hidden in her sleeve into her palm, and clutched the handle of the knife tightly as she listened to the sound in the room.

In the mountains and forests, the cry of a nightingale tore through the long night.

In the study room of the villa, under the glass lamp of the suspended ceiling, the light is fascinating. A straight figure was sitting upright on a mahogany circle chair, with an uncertain expression. On the calligraphy and painting table in front of him, there are several pieces of rice paper, without exception, a huge and complex butterfly wing is painted on the rice paper, but each butterfly wing is different in color, thick or light, bright or plain.

He reached out and picked up the top one, examining it carefully. The color scheme of this painting is black and red. The wings of the butterflies that bloomed were as black as the night, and the scattered crimson colors were like clusters of fire, burning strangely.

His knuckles tightened slightly, and he slowly closed his eyes, and the memories drifted away. When his father was cut and his house was raided, he was seventeen years old, and with his enthusiasm and indignation, he went to the officer who was executed to redress his grievances, and the officer disdained him, and he fought with the officer in a hurry, and in the process of tearing, he saw that the officer's arm seemed to be tattooed with such a bewitching and charming fan-winged butterfly.

The name of this butterfly is called the long-winged phoenix butterfly, a color black and red, as strange as a charm, codenamed butterfly fire, a color of silver and blue, ghostly like a ghost, codenamed butterfly blade.

In the vast sea of people more than ten years ago, there were very few people with this kind of tattoo on their bodies, and only a handful. It is said that their appearance can be traced back to the old times, some patriotic eunuchs to save the world, and gradually realized that the fall of the late Qing Dynasty had become inevitable, so they secretly recruited capable people from all over the world, asking them to select disciples among the talented boys and girls with clear bones and talents, and inherit the mantle, so as to help the heroes who can turn the tide in the troubled times to achieve great things and protect the nation and the country.

When the Republic of China was first established, this secret organization suddenly disappeared as if it had evaporated in the world.

And what does their appearance now reveal?

There was a dull sound of slamming the door, and without waiting for a response, Li Yong pushed the door in a little anxiously, disturbing Shen Dashao's entangled thoughts.

"There's news." He strode over and handed over a train schedule. As soon as he came back from the medical hall, Shen Dashao asked a group of agents from Lin Dujun to come over, and ran to various transportation points by water and land to check all kinds of officials from the north.

Shen Dashao took it and looked at it in the column under the lamp. There is a clear record in the table, five days ago, there was indeed a record of a group of northern dignitaries getting off the train at Qingzhou Railway Station, one of the names was very unfamiliar, and he whispered, "Liu Muyun? ”

Li Yong hurriedly replied: "He is the personal secretary of Mu Sheng, the well-known national finance minister in the northern cabinet, this Liu Muyun has always been low-key and simple, and he does not often interact with people. ”

Shen Dashao nodded and asked, "That's all for the officials who came down from the north?" ”

"Tomorrow is the day of Lin Dujun's fifty-fifth birthday, most of the dignitaries from the north came to celebrate their birthdays in advance, but they will send telegrams to Qingzhou a few days in advance, Lin Dujun has arranged them in other apartments, we have checked them separately, and they are not suspicious." Li Yong straightened his waist and lowered his head, staring at the report in Da Shao's hand, "Only Liu Muyun is the most strange, even Lin Dujun didn't know that they came to Qingzhou, and according to Lin Dujun, he has never had much contact with the Mu family." ”

"Have you found out where they are going?" Shen Dashao dusted the paper a few times thoughtfully.

"In a section of Wufu Road in the west of the city."

"Take someone and go to Wufu Road." He straightened up, scooped up the pistol on the table, and strode out.

He could only make the greatest inferences from that butterfly wing totem. Since that mysterious organization has not died out, and is fighting for the survival of the country, it is most likely to come from the northern capital, because only the politics there are the core of the situation in the country, the most unpredictable and treacherous.

Presumably, their purpose of kidnapping Shen Yuchen was about to surface, and he had to take a gamble before that.

This unintended purpose is really threatening, and it may destroy a lot of things.

In the courtyard at the end of Wufu Road.

In less than a pillar of incense, the sound of heavy military boots stepped up one after another, and as the figure that was reflected closer and closer between the door frames, Ping Yan's stiff body tensed again. The door of the house was opened, and the leader led the guard out, and he held a piece of yellow paper in his hand, which was densely covered with words, and there seemed to be a red handprint at the end. Ping Yan only glanced at it hastily, and didn't pay much attention to it, her body turned like the wind, and it was like a solid spring water penetrating the crowd and heading straight to the house.

A horse lamp is dim, and the cotton oil core bursts out a few beeps from time to time. Shen Yuchen sat quietly under the lamplight, half hidden in the dark, half exposed to the light, from the forehead to the eyebrows, from the bridge of the nose to the chin, the curve of the side face formed a smooth and distinct line, with concave and convex, such as cutting and carving.