Song Yisheng allowed the Gu family to go out of the funeral according to Mrs. Hou's etiquette, and naturally set up the mourning hall in the Song family's lobby, not Qingshu Courtyard, so while the Hou Mansion hung up the white lanterns overnight, everyone stayed in the lobby.

Now the little girl was ordered to take the clothes worn by the Gu family for burial, which was unattended, and the courtyard that was cold at night naturally made her feel furious.

The maid carried the lantern and dared to push open the door.

What she didn't know was what was happening in the house the moment she pushed the door open.

The round stool placed upside down in front of the door rolled forward, and the plank that had been pressed by it immediately tilted to the other side, and in the process of falling the plank smashed a thin thread, and the vase tied to the other end of the line fell down with a clatter, which was very permeable in the silence of the night.

"Ahh The little maid screamed, attracting a large number of guards.

The flickering torches shone in, and immediately someone sounded a gong to warn them.

Song Yisheng felt furry on his back when he heard the sound of gongs and drums.

"What's wrong again!" He rushed out of the wooden room with a dark face, not having time to notice the corners of Changning's smiling mouth.

"Master, Qingshu Courtyard has been stolen!"

Song Yisheng strode out of the door, while Changning walked back to the room with a relaxed stretch.

"Aren't you curious, girl?" Caiyue rolled her eyes, obviously curious.

Aunt Gu is really dead, and she won't stop.

"Curious about what, I'm tired, let's sleep." Changning yawned.

"Sleep? Didn't you have a break in the afternoon? Caiyue muttered, because Changning hadn't set up a fight with her, she spoke quite casually.

Changning ignored it, took off his shoes and pedaled on the couch, and lay on the bed with his head and hands closed to recuperate.

In the afternoon, she secretly sneaked into Qingshu Courtyard to arrange everything, and it was painstaking and laborious, and when she "woke up", she fought with Song Yisheng, of course she was tired.

And the one who is more tired than her at the moment is naturally Song Yisheng.

Especially in the face of the house that was turned upside down, the doors of the wardrobe were all open, and the contents were thrown on the ground casually, and the back window of the inner room leading to the small garden was still open, and the wood on the window frame was rubbed with skin, which was obviously broken by the thieves when they fled in a hurry.

Seeing this, Song Yisheng was simply exhausted.

He was getting more and more confused.

Mo Chengyin and Fang Qian both had alibi proofs, but it was the Gu family who provoked vendettas.

"Slave maid, slave maid didn't see the person's appearance, when the slave maid pushed the door, I heard him knock down the vase, I guess ...... I guess I escaped through the window. The maid who was the first to notice the matter fell to her knees.

Song Yisheng's face turned pale: "Let people come in again, let people come in again, is it because Benhou raises so many guards!" He shouted: "Dehai, transfer all the ironclad guards to patrol!" ”

"Yes, Master Hou!" Yang Dehai shook his head.

He knew that Song Yisheng was really angry.

Again and again, this is the third time that the Hou Mansion has been visited.

It's like treating the guards of the Hou Mansion as nothing.

Qing'an Hou is a martial marquis, if this is spread out, won't it make people laugh off their big teeth.

"Have you checked it out, what did you lose?" Song Yisheng brushed his sleeves, but he never threw away his reason.

"This ......," the maid couldn't tell.

Gu's personal things have always been taken care of by Mei Xiang and Lan Xiang, and after Mei Xiang died, Lan Xiang was afraid that a second Mei Xiang would appear, so she was more in control and didn't let them interfere with anything.

Now that Lan Xiang is dead again, it is too difficult to compare what is missing from the Gu family's relics.

Song Yisheng narrowed his eyes and strode into the house.

He was all too familiar with it.

Song Yisheng skillfully lifted the bed board, rummaged through a pile of clothes, and suddenly pulled out a drawing.

His face changed color instantly.

The man reached out and lifted all the clothes, and found more drawings in the bottom box.

It's all the ones that are missing from his treasury.

Same.

Hidden under Gu's bedboard.

Song Yisheng pinched the stack of materials he had searched, and the green tendons on his forehead jumped vigorously.

"Master Hou, this ......" Yang Dehai stepped forward, and also recognized that this was the information lost in the warehouse, "Could this be what the thief wants to steal?" That ......"

Yang Dehai didn't dare to say more.

He, like Song Yisheng, thought of the reason why Gu was suddenly killed.

The spoils are unevenly distributed.

The Gu family was killed after stealing the information from the treasury and wanting to take it for himself, and the thieves who visited the Qingshu Courtyard wanted to take these things.

Everything falls into place.

"Oops!" Song Yisheng subconsciously shouted, and turned the Gu family's room up to the sky with his own hands, but he didn't find anything.

"It's not for that at all." Song Yisheng threw the messy materials in his hand on the ground and stepped on them angrily.

information, he can collect the first one, and he can collect the second and third copies.

Besides, he'd already learned all of this.

He cares about something else.

Song Yisheng sat at the table with his fists clenched, his brain hurting terribly.

Yang Dehai didn't speak, just waved his hand to send off a group of people and others, the huge courtyard was brightly lit, and only the two of them were silent.

He knows very well that Song Yisheng is a person with many secrets and many methods.

"Did I guess wrong?" Song Yisheng's voice was dry.

"The thief is not Fang Qian but someone else, and the inner ghost who colluded with him is the Gu family." Song Yisheng looked up at Yang Dehai.

The right-hand man didn't know how to answer.

The facts are in front of you.

Gu found out that the stolen thing was the secret that made Shanyun favored, and wanted to be greedy to use it to compete for favor, which led to the murder.

"When did that come from?" Song Yisheng pinched his fingers and gurgled.

"I was a praying mantis catching cicadas, but I never thought that there were still people with yellow finches behind."

"Master Hou, now that all the clues are broken, we have no way to investigate." Yang Dehai said cautiously: "The other party has no last resort, and he didn't leave any trace for us at all." ”

Song Yisheng looked up at him, his eyes shining: "What do you mean?" ”

"Ninja first." Yang Dehai muttered.

As long as the other party still has calculations, he will definitely make another move.

Song Yisheng tapped his fingers on the table, and suddenly spoke: "Where is the portrait I gave you?" ”

Yang Dehai was stunned for a moment and took out the scroll from his waist.

If Liu Huazhang's portrait is discovered, they will not be able to eat and walk around, so he has been cautious and close to his personal collection.

Song Yisheng unfolded the painting scroll, and the red-clothed girl riding a horse and whipping was heroic.

"You're happy now."

"I betrayed you with her, and now I am betrayed by her again."

"Laugh at me." Song Yisheng's fingers brushed the face of the girl on the painting, only to feel the stinging pain in his fingertips, and he had to withdraw his hand as if he was electrocuted.

He closed the scroll.

Yes, according to her nature, if she is still alive, she will bite off his flesh one by one.

"It's a pity, you're dead, I'm so embarrassed, you can't see it." Song Yisheng's expression was also disgusted and happy, he wanted to cry and laugh, so complicated that Yang Dehai, who was good at checking people's hearts, couldn't read it.

"By the way, Master Hou, there's a letter from Chang'an." Yang Dehai suddenly remembered and handed over the secret letter.

He also rushed to deliver the letter when he received it just now, and whoever wanted to encounter this incident was delayed.

Song Yisheng handed the scroll to Yang Dehai and instructed him to put it away, while taking the letter and unfolding it, he read it quickly, and sneered: "The opportunity has come." ”

"That, invite me to Chang'an." Song Yisheng raised his head, his eyes were fierce and bright.