Nie Xiaohu and Cao Xiaohui both frowned slightly, sighed lightly, and stopped talking.

Four days have passed, and on this morning, Nie Xiaohu was reading official documents in the hall of the fast room, and Cao Xiaohui walked in from outside.

"Brother Tiger, that Yang Xuanjian's nephew Lu Wenle arrived yesterday evening."

"Who?" , Nie Xiaohu was stunned, and then remembered.

"Oh, just look at the arrangement."

"I've already arranged it, let him follow Zhao Bantou for a year first."

"Hmm", Nie Xiaohu nodded and continued to read the official document.

"Report! Total headcatcher! At this time, a catcher walked in quickly.

"What?" , Nie Xiaohu put down the official document and raised his head.

"Yang Xuanqi came to you and said that there was an urgent matter!"

"Please come in!" , Nie Xiaohu's face tightened, and he stood up.

"Lord Nie!" , Yang Xuanqi almost walked in with a crying voice.

"Master Yang, is something wrong?" , Nie Xiaohu asked with a frown.

"This ......", Yang Xuanqi shook his head slightly, and looked at the few catchers on the left and right.

Nie Xiaohu understood, waved his hand at Shi Yuning and the others, and said, "You all go out first, I have something to talk to Master Yang." ”

"Yes!" , Shi Yuning and others walked out of the hall one after another.

"Master Yang, you can say it!"

"My lord, my Yuhuan she... She's been killed! ”

"What!" , Nie Xiaohu was stunned in an instant, and his mind was 'boom! '

"It's all a mess! Yang Yuhuan is dead! This... How is this possible? Is history all a lie? Impossible? Nie Xiaohu's mind instantly became a pot of porridge.

"You say it again?" , Nie Xiaohu thought he had heard it wrong.

"My lord, Yuhuan was killed!" , Yang Xuanqi is almost tired from work.

This time Nie Xiaohu heard clearly, there was nothing wrong, it was Yang Yuhuan who died! Look at Cao Xiaohui and Tang Yibin again, both of them have the same expressions, shocked and confused.

"Come...!"

Nie Xiaohu just wanted to shout, but was stopped by Yang Xuanqi.

"My lord, this matter must not be publicized!" , Yang Xuanqi whispered.

"Why?"

"You think! Yuhuan is a guest invited to Princess Xianyi's wedding, the guest invited by this princess was killed, if this matter is spread, then it will be okay, I can't say you, me, even Lord Thorn Shi will be implicated! ”

"Hmm", Nie Xiaohu nodded, gradually calming down.

"Master Yang, what happened to you?" , Nie Xiaohu sat down slowly.

"Last night, the man I sent out to the Valley of Flowers to fetch the potpourri came back and brought back a brocade box containing seven bottles of potpourri, no, it should be.

Yuhuan she happily took it and returned to her boudoir, but this morning when I had breakfast, I called her several times, but I didn't see her come out, so I asked the maid Qiulan to go to her room to have a look, and found that Yuhuan was ......", Yang Xuanqi's voice became choked, and she couldn't speak for a while.

"Yang Yuhuan, what's wrong with her?" , Nie Xiaohu almost blurted out.

Yang Xuanqi said slowly: "I heard Qiulan's exclamation, and hurriedly rushed over, and saw Yuhuan sitting in front of the dresser, her upper body lying on the dresser, with a steel needle inserted in her right eye, her eyes wide open, and she couldn't look at her!" Yang Xuanqi finally cried quietly.

"Oh my God!" , Nie Xiaohu secretly exclaimed in his heart, "If I can go back, I will talk about this matter, and it will not cause a major earthquake in the historical world!" ”

Nie Xiaohu sniffed his heart, stood up and said, "Binzi, Xiaohui, this matter should not be publicized, just the three of us go to see the scene!" ”

"Okay!" , Cao Xiaohui and Tang Yibin nodded, their expressions serious.

"Let's go!" , Nie Xiaohu walked out, and Yang Xuanqi and Tang Yibin followed closely.

"Xiaohui, what do you want?" Seeing Cao Xiaohui standing in place and not moving, Nie Xiaohu turned his head to look at her and asked.

"Oh, nothing, it's just a little uncomfortable," Cao explains.

"The facts are here, let's go and see first!"

"Hmm!" , Cao Xiaohui nodded and followed.

On the second floor of the two-story small building on the east side of Yang Xuanqi's backyard, a pretty fairy-like girl was lying on the dresser in front of the window at this time, and she had already died.

"Really!" , As soon as he saw the situation in the room, Nie Xiaohu was shocked again, although he had seen too many such scenes, but because it was Yang Yuhuan who died, Nie Xiaohu couldn't help but stay for a while.

"Brother Tiger, I can't react a little, I'll go to the toilet", Cao Xiaohui walked to Nie Xiaohu's side and whispered.

Nie Xiaohu nodded mechanically, his eyes were a little dazed, and Cao Xiaohui turned around and went out.

"Lord Nie?" Seeing that Nie Xiaohu's expression was a little strange, Yang Xuanqi asked in a low voice.

"Oh", Nie Xiaohu came back to his senses and began the investigation of the scene.

The room is elegantly furnished, and it is the boudoir where everyone lives at a glance, and the air in the room is filled with a quiet smell, which smells very good.

On the dresser, a large bronze mirror three feet high is erected in the center, and there are rouge gouache and boxes used to hold jewelry neatly placed next to it, Yang Yuhuan's upper body is lying in front of the stage, his hands are naturally hanging in the air, his eyes are round, and a bright silver steel needle is inserted in his right eye, and black blood flows out of his right eye, forming a black line on Yang Yuhuan's pink face.

Next to Yang Yuhuan's head, there is a red brocade box, the brocade box is not big, it is eight inches square, at this time the brocade box is open, the box is empty, there is only a small stretch spring and a bamboo tube, there is a silk thread connected to the box lid on the stretch spring, and the mouth of the bamboo pipe is obliquely upward to the box cover.

"This is a trap box, as soon as the lid of the box is opened, the tension spring will shoot out the steel needle in the bamboo pipe, if the person who opens the box is defenseless, he will be shot by the steel needle!" At this time, Cao Xiaohui had already returned, looked at the brocade box and said.

"The blood is black, and it is obvious that the steel needle is afraid of poison, it seems that the murderer has a heart to kill!" , Nie Xiaohu nodded and said.

"I, Yang Xuanjue, have studied music and rhythm all my life, and I have never made enemies with anyone, who is so vicious and has done this to my Yuhuan!" , Yang Xuanqi trembled all over, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Master Yang, who gave this brocade box to Miss Yuhuan?"

"It's one of my nephews, named Zheng Yuchen, and I'm the one who sent him to the Valley of Hundred Flowers," Yang Xuanqi replied.

"After the brocade box was delivered, but he handed it over directly to Miss Yuhuan? Or was it transferred by someone else? ”

"There is no one else, it was Yuchen who handed it directly into Yuhuan's hands, I saw it with my own eyes, I can't be wrong", Yang Xuanqi shook his head.

"Master Yang, can the person who boiled the hundred flower dew in the Valley of Hundred Flowers have an enmity with you?"

"Do you mean the flowers? There is no enmity", Yang Xuanqi shook his head and said, "I have never known her in my life, and I have only known her for a short time, but I just spent a lot of money to buy a bottle of potpourri dew from her, where is the grudge?" ”

"Sir! Oh no! At this moment, a woman's exclamation came from downstairs.