Pei Shu opened his long legs and walked in front of Chen Ying, his eyes were soft, and he looked down at her.

The morning sun was rising behind her, and her thin hair was gilded with a layer of gold, warm and bright, like dewy spring grass in the wind.

He didn't speak, just looked at her like this, with a slight warmth on his face.

Then he opened his lips suddenly.

However, the mellow voice never appeared as expected.

He quickly lip synced a few shapes.

He believed she could read it.

Chen Ying half-tilted her head.

When looking at the light, his nasal bones are particularly tall and straight, and the wings of his nose are tight and narrow, like a dangerous and steep peak.

Her gaze moved up his nosebone, his eyebrows reflected in the pale golden light, translucent eyes, amber-like.

She looked him in the eye.

In the depths of her pale pupils, she saw her shrunken self.

The self was nodding to him.

His jaw moved up and down slightly, and there seemed to be a smile on his cheek.

"Uh-huh", a loud cough came from behind, like the sight of Mang on his back, sweeping up the goosebumps on Pei Shu's half of his body.

"Miss Chen San, let's go." He took advantage of the situation to turn around, leaned over the corner of his lips, and his slender and powerful fingers flicked on the hilt of the sword: "Cold and flu, take medicine as soon as possible." ”

The voice in the flow of air, no matter how mellow the voice line is, it must be discounted.

It was the same person who was coughing and scratching his eyes, about forty years old, with a white face and a slight beard, a clean appearance, and his eyes were looking forward to flying, but he had a very heavy evil spirit.

That's the breath that only people who have been dealing with criminal cases for many years have.

Chen Ying made a note of the face and the heavy evil aura on the man's body.

"Lang Tingyu, send Miss Chen back home." Pei Shu's voice sounded again.

The sword that was lifted in the wine brought up a string of cold droplets of wine, which fell on the ears, awe-inspiring and sharp.

The white-faced man shook his sleeves, looked at him coldly, and did not speak.

Lang Tingyu came out of nowhere, and the fork hand should be.

Chen Ying bent her knees to Pei Shu, turned around and took the bow and arrow and quiver from Feng's mother's hand, put them on her body, and stepped forward.

Lang Tingyu flew forward to lead the way, Feng and Tang followed closely, and the group walked out of the courtyard.

There were two teams of forbidden troops outside the door, guarding at both ends of the alley, Lang Tingyu shook his waist card, and they were immediately released.

No wonder Pei Shu wanted him to send it.

From here to the Gongfu, it is those miscellaneous alleys, and the residents are all servants of various provinces.

Mrs. Xu deliberately chose this place to place the "sisters and brothers" of the Zhou family, in order to calm the heart of the Li family and show an attitude. As everyone knows, this special geographical location also gives evil an opportunity to take advantage of.

Walking out of the alleys guarded by the Praetorian Army, the noise came to my face.

It was still early, the smoke rose from the crowded courtyard, the sound of washing and talking was blown away by the morning breeze, and the aroma of food, the smell of cooking in a frying pan, the burnt smell of dry wood ignited, and the laughter and scolding were combined into fireworks in the world.

Chen Ying slowed down and gradually stood still, her eyes as clean as water, cold and clear, as quiet as the autumn sky.

Little Brother Joe!

The lip shape that Pei Shu compared just now is exactly these three words.

Chen Ying's palms were wet with sweat.

She clasped the quiver tightly at her waist, and the arrow feathers swept across her palm, cool and slippery, and the hairy ground seemed to sweep her heart.

At that moment, the face of "Zhou Zhu'er" floated up, with fine skin and tender flesh, white and clean.

Little Brother Qiao, who is Qiao Xiurong's only blood relative, disappeared before the assassination case.

It turned out that "Zhou Zhuer" was Brother Qiao.

The unreasonable disguise, as well as Zhuang Boyan's consternation, ecstasy, and disbelief, as well as his deep glimpse before leaving, all of this finally has an answer.

Chen Ying closed her eyes and shook her head.

The morning sun rushed to its head and face, hot and scorching everything it could touch.

But Chen Ying knew that she had to cool down.

Let the whole heart, the whole brain, be like the earth swept by the Siberian cold current, like being soaked in a reef 20,000 meters under the sea.

Calm down, think about the stakes, perhaps, speed up and intercept part of the news in advance.

Qiao Xiaodi disguised himself as Zhou Zhu'er, and a woman who claimed to be Zhou Jiuniang and was unknown, and in front of the public, he recognized Chen Shao as a relative.

What kind of trap did Ziqi fall into?

Or rather, is Chen Shao and the Li family, and even the entire Guogong Mansion, all in the bureau?

Chen Ying opened her eyes, and her clear pupils crossed the stream-like light, transparent and bright, like stars.

She turned her head and smiled at Lang Tingyu.

"General Lang, I want to ask you to pass a message to the little marquis for me." She said.

Lang Tingyu forked his hand: "What do the three girls want to say?" ”

Chen Ying turned her eyes away and squinted at the eastern sky.

There is a piece of light lying on the ridge of the roof, circulating and jumping, like a dormant golden dragon, about to leap into the sky.

A clean voice is embedded in this light and shadow:

"Please ask General Lang to ask the little marquis for me, is Brother Tuan missing?"

…………………………

"Bang", Chengguo Mansion is upright, Grandpa Chen Fu smashed a porcelain cup, Tie Qing turned his head with a blue face, the pen and ink on the case "fell" and fell all over the ground, and the ink of the half-inkstone splashed a drop of ink on the wall.

"Why didn't he die outside?!" Chen Fu's five fingers were twisted, and the green tendons on the back of his hands twisted like a small snake, just like his distorted face: "If he dies, I will burn him high incense!" Burn 100 burns of high incense! ”

After scolding, he was still angry, turned around and pulled out the iron sword on the wall, and hit the big case hard.

"Bang", the agarwood case with a thickness of the foot, splitting a white mark alive, such as a black jade crack, a horizontal groove of Xuanzhu, ugly and short, and a little angry for no reason.

"Father is angry." Chen Xun, the prince of the world, persuaded and frowned.

If the tantrum can solve the problem, he will send it out early in the morning, why bother to endure it until now?

It's not a trivial matter that Chen Shao fell into, it was a stabbing case!

Fortunately, in that case, their national government still made some efforts, and the three girls saved the car and were rewarded.

But now it seems that this merit, as well as the reward, has in turn become a drama of "thieves shouting to catch thieves".

Even if Emperor Yuan Jia doesn't think so, others may not be.

Chen Xun coughed, turned his head and called: "Come on, sweep it." ”

A few small men walked in tremblingly, cleaning up the mess.

"Father, go out and talk." Chen Xun said, glancing at those little guys.

Chen Fu snorted heavily, raised his leg and walked out.

He just said the truth.

If he knew that this second son could cause such a catastrophe, he would have burned incense and worshiped the Buddha and begged him to die outside.

The father and son stepped out of the house, and it was a miserable day.

It was early afternoon, and the garden was quiet, and there were no stalks under the shelf, and the only shelf was the emerald green leaves, which shaded the fine shade.

There was no sunshine, the white stone bench was not too hot, and the father and son sat and stood together, all with black mouths and black faces.

No one will be happy.

As long as Chen Shao's case is not concluded, the Guogong Mansion will not be at peace for a day.