East Jin South Street, Yueying Inn.

"Master, two days ago, nearly 50 houses in the Eastern Jin Dynasty were burned down overnight, all razed to the ground, the houses were destroyed bizarrely, and the subordinates felt very strange, after two days of investigation, there were no clues, and it was impossible to find out who did it."

In an elegant room, a young man in blue stood in front of a red plum screen, the red plum on the screen was budding and waiting to be released, the slender branches were also trying to stretch upward, and the white snowflakes that were fluttering one after another fell on the red plum tree, one white and one red set off each other, and there was a harmony in the monotony.

Through the screen, an inky figure could be faintly seen sitting on a wide soft slump, holding a scroll in his hand, he lowered his head slightly, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

After a while, he put the scroll in his hand on the table in front of the soft collapse, and then slowly raised his head, his voice faint, "Ziyan, there is something unusual on the side of the Eastern Jin Dynasty official mansion." ”

"Officers and soldiers from the Criminal Department have been dispatched to investigate overnight." Han Ziyan bowed his head respectfully again.

"Is there a guard in Tsing Yi with a knife to follow?" The man behind the screen is holding a wolf's hair, which is depicted on the scroll.

"Nope." Han Ziyan's body did not move, and on his handsome and fair face, a pair of narrow and unusually good-looking eyes were looking at the screen in front of him without blinking.

"There is no need to investigate the destruction of the house, this palace has a fixed number in his heart."

If you don't alarm the Tsing Yi guards, then... can destroy so many mansions overnight, and the means are so resolute, in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, only he can do it.

"Yes." Han Ziyan didn't have a trace of doubt on his face, he never questioned any of his master's words.

"Go on." The sound is still unfluctuating.

"Last night, hundreds of black-clothed people broke into Chenwang's Mansion and fought with the guards of Chenwang's Mansion for half an hour, and then only a dozen black-clothed people escaped in a hurry, and the rest did not appear until dawn."

Han Ziyan raised his head, and a trace of doubt flashed in his long and narrow handsome eyes, "Just now there is news from the palace, saying that King Chen was assassinated last night and seriously injured and in a coma, and the Eastern Jin Dynasty Emperor Long Yan is furious. ”

"Blood Soul Palace." The man held the wolf's hand and paused slightly.

"How does the master know?" Han Ziyan was stunned for a moment, he hadn't even said which force was under it, and the master actually guessed it?

"Being able to visit King Chen's Mansion late at night, except for the night killers of the Blood Soul Palace, on the Qiyun Continent, I'm afraid that no force on the other side will have such courage."

"can be called the first house in the world, the force of the killer and the forces behind it must not be underestimated, and now, it is rare that they have not been completely annihilated."

"The master guessed correctly, the man in black who broke into King Chen's mansion is the night killer of the Blood Soul Palace."

A hint of admiration flashed in his eyes, and the master's intelligence was really not touted indiscriminately.

"Whether the killer broke in is real, King Chen's 'serious injury' remains to be considered." The man put down the wolf's hair, picked up the scroll and walked out of the screen slowly.

Suddenly, a sparkling face suddenly appeared in Han Ziyan's eyes.

Ink and wash clothes on the body, jade crown and hair, sword eyebrows and starry eyes, nose like a stone, delicate face with a faint smile, like glass and jade, bright and gentle.

After half a year, Murong Jin once again set foot in the Eastern Jin Kingdom.

Han Ziyan was dazzled by his master's handsome face, stunned for a few seconds, felt rude, and hurriedly lowered his head and asked, "Why did the master say this?"

"Only by knowing oneself and knowing one's opponent can one win a hundred battles." Murong Jin's phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and then his thin lips hooked slightly, "With this palace's understanding of King Chen, he should be calculating some people who have offended him." ”

Jun Yichen is a person with strong martial arts and deep internal strength, so far, it is not known how strong he is, how can he be easily seriously injured by hundreds of killers.

Moreover, he is a black man with no upper limit, and the city government is extremely deep, and the calculation of others is interlocking, if it is not for the outbreak of battles between countries, it is himself, and he does not dare to easily follow him.

Hopefully, that day will never come.

Walked to the window on the right, looked at the people coming and going downstairs, and asked softly, "She, is there any news?" As the words fell, the hand holding the painting in his hand tightened slightly, and his warm voice fluctuated slightly, but his face was still the same, plain and unwavering.

"No, please ask the master to condemn the crime." Han Ziyan knelt on one knee in front of Murong Jin, with a look of shame on his face.

The woman has disappeared without a trace since she was transferred half a year ago, and she has searched all over the Qiyun Four Kingdoms, but nothing can be found except for gossip about her.

"Get up." Murong Jin lowered her eyes and looked at the white-clothed woman dancing on the iron pole on the picture scroll, her expression a little stunned.

In the past six months, Jun Yichen's subordinates have traveled all over the four countries and overseas, looking for her whereabouts everywhere, and even Jun Yichen has gone out in person, but he can't know a trace of her, even a little bit... Not to mention them.

He didn't know why he wanted to find out her whereabouts, why he was so concerned about her, he and her only had a one-sided relationship, and they weren't even friends, besides, she was still a woman Jun Yichen loved to the bone marrow, what reason did he have to worry about her?

He was already a step too late.

However, her heart fell into it unconsciously, and her beautiful smile often came to mind and lingered.

Perhaps, as early as half a year ago, I fell in love with her at first sight, but I didn't know it.

Through the window, looking up at the black oppressive dark clouds, his voice was ethereal, "Xiao Ling." ”

"Boom!" A thunderclap sounded without warning, muffling his voice in an instant.

"Whoa, whoa!" Just after the thunder, a heavy rain poured down.

In just a moment, the scenery outside the window had turned into a haze of smoke and rain, blurring the entire Jin Capital City.

"Tuk Tuk!" There was a knock at the door.

Immediately, a loud and jumping voice came, "Master, my subordinates have brought lunch." ”

"Enter." Murong Jin's red lips opened lightly.

"Squeak!"

Han Ziquan walked in happily with a few plates of dishes, followed by a non-pale Han Zimo, who was holding rice and snacks in his hands.

"Yikes! Ziyan, you consciously wiped the black ointment off your face today? Han Ziquan teasingly handed a look to Han Ziyan, and then unhurriedly put the dishes on the mahogany table, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Han Ziyan glanced at him speechlessly, and did not say anything.

This thing, every time I see him, I have to tease the complexion on his face, are you tired?

Murong Jin poured a glass of wine unhurriedly, then raised his eyes and glanced at Han Ziquan, "Well, I see that you are quite energetic, continue to keep vigil tonight." ”

"Uh~Master···"

"Until dawn." Murong Jin interrupted what he was about to say.

"Master, my subordinates are wrong." Han Zi's face collapsed.

"Oh?" Murong Jin raised his glass elegantly.

Han Ziquan suddenly said solemnly: "Ahem~ It's a 'brother', why make fun of it, you should respect each other like guests!" ”

“···” The other three were stunned, and two black lines slid down their foreheads at the same time.

Seeing that none of them spoke, Han Ziquan asked weakly, "What's wrong, what's wrong?" ”

Murong Jin put down his wine glass, there was a crack on his indifferent face, and he didn't raise his head and said, "Go out." ”

"Oh." Han Ziquan turned his head three times in one step, looking at his own master who bowed his head and was silent, his heart was a little hairy, just now... Did he say something wrong?

When he saw the corners of the other two's mouths twitching slightly, he felt even more inexplicable.

Full of suspicion, he came downstairs silently, and then asked the shopkeeper downstairs what he had just said to say the meaning of the words.

He went out in the rain for a day, and with a sentence of 'no culture, it's terrible!' ’