"Mother...... Please let the daughter ...... Let's give you one last ride. "Aunt Ruo settled down, but Sizhu knelt in front of the grave for a long time. As if the reason for crying for a long time, her face was slightly pale, her eyes were not only red, but her pupils were also bloodshot. Mo Yinluo saw a burst of stinging pain and sadness in her heart, she couldn't imagine that the girl Sizhu was so filial, her mother adopted a daughter, a goddaughter, and a daughter, her kindness could not be repaid in her life, and her crying was also the way of filial piety.

"Man dies...... It can't be resurrected, and the silk and bamboo girl will mourn and change. Seeing such a scene in his eyes, Mo Yinluo paused when he spoke.

"Three, Sizhu didn't entertain well, and let the three of you see this scene, I'm really sorry." She paused for a long time, and said a few words slowly, "I still want to accompany my mother...... Look at the three...... Forgive me......"

"That'...... Leave. Mo Yinluo still glanced at her as he left.

"Is the world unpredictable?" Mo Yinluo walked side by side with Xiao Yan, painting the inkstone behind her, her face was melancholy, "At the feet of the Son of Heaven...... There is such a thing. Xiao Yan looked at Mo Yinluo and said, "Your Majesty has every opportunity, and not all the people's safety is safe. Besides, isn't there such a thing as murder in every dynasty? This can not be prevented or avoided by worry. "Xiao Yan...... is such an insight.

"Kill. All I see is killing, don't those people have a trace of pity? What kind of interests are more important than human lives? If something in the world comes into the world, it has a life of its own, no matter what it is. We should not joke with other people's lives, nor should we take advantage of other people's lives. As long as it is born into the world, it has the right to continue to live, and we should not dictate the lives and lives of others, should we? ”

"Perhaps." Xiao Yan is so strange, why does he have such an expression? Why this inscrutable expression?

"Is this Xiao Gongzi's answer?"

“……”

Countless unspeakable, endless looks, Xiao Yan's feeling is so strange.

Suddenly, a cold breath penetrated the bridge of the nose, and it turned out to be a drop of rain. "It's raining?"

“？”

It was too late to say that it was too fast, and God seemed to be crazy, and poured rain down on the world. "Run!" Inadvertently, he instinctively grabbed Xiao Yan's wrist and ran into the distance, and this small action was so concerned in his eyes Xiao Yan. It was already far away from Sizhu's home, and when I saw a small pavilion not far away, I went to avoid it.

Seeing that the rain was lighter, he drew an inkstone out of the pavilion, "Childe, draw an inkstone to get an umbrella." ”

"Hmm."

"Hey......" Mo Yinluo wanted to call him back, but he was a step too late, and it could be seen that the figure had gradually moved away.

"What's wrong?"

"It's still raining! Painting inkstone ......"

"Huayan has always been loyal, even if you persuade him, he will still insist on going back to get an umbrella."

“……”

The sky was dark, and the raindrops fell into the lake beside them, playing a melodious melody of jingling, and in the desolate drizzle, except for the rhythm of the raindrops, the rest was the silence that crossed the air. Everything is silent, quietly enjoying the moisture of the rain and its cool baptism. In the smoke and rain of summer, I suddenly saw her side face of the country and the city, snow-white skin, black and snowy eyes as if there was a story, delicate nose and moist red lips, and upright facial features constitute a stunning appearance. Xu is the fluctuation of smoke and rain, and her side is also so deep. No. It should be her pupils, which seem to be rippling and a little puzzled and dim. Maybe it's because of the matter of Sizhu. Xiao Yan seemed to have fallen into some wonderful feeling, the desire to stand still for the first time, perhaps the heart that he had never had before.

Eyes moved to the hairpin band of her bun, which was bright blue, adding a touch of emotion to her. For some reason, a little loss secretly appeared in his heart. "Miss Mo......"

“？”

"Don't you like the white lotus feather pendant that was given to you below?"

Mo Yinluo was a little embarrassed, wondering why he suddenly asked this. "Xiao, why did Xiao Gongzi ask that? Nope! Mo Yinluo noticed that Xiao Yan's gaze stayed on the ribbon on her head, and understood something. I like the white lotus feather pendant that Xiao Gongzi gave me. It's just that Yin Luo has always liked ribbon hairpins, so maybe it's more suitable. But Xiao Gongzi don't care...... I like the white lotus pendant you gave me...... So I treasured it. Xiao Yan was silent when he heard this, and was silent, his eyes unmoving.

Mo Yinluo didn't know what to do, "Ah...... The inkstone pen that Childe gave to my father is very fond of it! Dad also said - those who know others, Xiao Gongzi also. He could be regarded as moving, and smiled lightly. Mo Yinluo breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he would be angry!

"It's good if you like it." His eyes suddenly looked at Mo Yinluo, and when he raised his eyes to look through her, Mo Yinluo was stunned. "Miss Mo likes better." Suddenly, the smoke is flattering, and the desire to speak is shy. "Ah......h ”

All kinds of sorrow lingered in her heart, Mo Yinluo had palpitations, she didn't know why Xiao Yan was behaving so strangely today, and it made her movements become a little restrained. The rain still didn't stop, and the rain slapping the branches and leaves on the trees made Mo Yinluo feel a little bored, and the two were silent for a long time, and the atmosphere froze. She took a slight step, her eyes avoided Xiao Yan, and looked in the direction where the inkstone had just been drawn.

Odd? Why hasn't the inkstone come back now?

Xiao Yan probably noticed her movements, and his gaze shifted to her again, and Mo Yinluo retreated when he saw the scene. I heard footsteps in my ears.

"Childe!" It is the figure of the inkstone. "Childe...... Umbrella ......" he panted. Seeing that he only had two umbrellas in his hands, Xiao Yan was surprised, "Two? The painting Yan was startled, afraid that he had forgotten Mo Yinluo, "Ah...... Childe forgives the sin, the painting inkstone was negligent, it's better to paint the inkstone to give his umbrella to the foam girl! ”

"And what do you do?"

Hua Yan scratched his head, "Hua Yan is a slave, how can I let Miss Gongzi be drenched in the rain, I just go back by myself." ”

"Nope." Mo Yinluo didn't think that the two-class system was a statement, how could she be so bitter that others would be better for herself.

"If Miss Mo doesn't dislike it, just share an umbrella with me." Xiao Yan smiled softly.

"This ...... No need, I'll leave by myself when the rain stops, so I don't waste your time. ”

"How can I leave your girl's house in the wilderness?"

Painting Yan persuaded, "Yes, Miss Mo, Painting Yan is a slave and you can't be wronged by Miss Mo with the same umbrella, and the son is different, although it may be inappropriate, but it is better than you staying here alone." This place is so desolate, there may be some jackals, tigers and leopards, how unsafe. When he said this, Mo Yinluo was also a little scared, "That's ...... Thank you, Childe. ”

Mo Yinluo was behind Xiao Yan's shoulders, and she was afraid that she felt uncomfortable and a little at a loss. This umbrella is not very big, and the two of them share an umbrella, so they should have squeezed it a little, but Mo Yinluo was not drenched in the slightest, and Xiao Yan also looked calm.

"Miss Mo, it's here."

"Thank you Xiao Gongzi." Suddenly, as soon as he turned around, he caught a glimpse of his right arm being soaked from top to bottom, and Mo Yinluo suddenly felt a chill in his heart. She didn't know that Xiao Yan had just tilted almost all the umbrellas to her side. Looking at his face again, it was such a gentle smile. Mo Yinluo didn't know how to speak, and his heart was full of self-blame and gratitude. When she thought of some words, she saw two figures in the distance, lonely.

Mo Yinluo! Why are you so stupid?

"Coming back?" The sound of soft footsteps came behind the ears, and there was humanity. With a hint of displeasure and sarcasm in his voice, he turned to look. "Ziyang ......"

He walked over slowly, his steps deep, "Miss Mo...... Didn't reveal any secrets or information about the Xingwang Mansion to Xiao Yan, right? He looked displeased, his eyes sharp, full of dissatisfaction with himself.

"What does Ziyang mean by that?"

Ziyang didn't dare. Zi Yang just wanted to tell Miss Mo that since she is the first goddess detective in the capital, and since she is a person from Xingwangfu from now on, you must abide by your duty and don't do ......" He walked up to Mo Yinluo's shoulder, "...... It is detrimental to the rejuvenation of the palace. After saying that, he walked away.

Mo Ziyang's words made Mo Yinluo feel unhappy. There are also some grievances. Why? Why exactly? This person is always wary of her? even excluded her a little, which made her so aggrieved.

"Miss Mo! Miss Mo! Chef Zhao hurriedly rushed towards her, and she suddenly forgot about the festival with Mo Ziyang.

"Master Zhao, what's wrong?" He seemed to blame Mo Yinluo, "You said that you will sencha, how can you put so many angelicas?" ”

"Huh? Isn't that a tonic for the body? So...... Just put a little more. ”

"A little? You can't find Angelica in the back kitchen, can it be said that it is a little? Next time you cook soup and sencha, you should ask the other cooks for advice, lest my kitchen will cook it for you one day. In this way, Chef Zhao said a lot. Mo Yinluo didn't listen to a word.

Alas! I was scolded again.

"Okay, Master Zhao, I'll take a look and improve next time."

Back kitchen.

There was a little Biluochun left in the cup, she dipped it with her hand, stuffed it into her mouth, and suddenly rapped bitterly, as if her tongue was numb. I almost threw up, "Oh my God...... It's so bitter......"

"That's right! Angelica puts too much bitterness! Miss Mo, you said that you are smart and can dance, you are proficient in chess, musical instruments, and painting, and your face is also overwhelming, how did you expect this cooking skill to be so bad...... "uh...... My cousin is just for me to learn art, and I also learn to cook? No, no, it's good if you don't burn the kitchen at home......

"Alas! I don't know what adults think! I drank it all. ”

"What? So bitter adults drank it? ”

"Not really! Although he didn't say it, everyone in the house saw it! It's been a morning! ”

"Green?"

"Yes! …… (omitted here)"

Mo Yinluo left in a hurry and went straight to Duan Xichen's room.

The book was fascinated, but unexpectedly, the door was suddenly "pushed" open by someone. Duan Xichen looked at Mo Yinluo, who was running with a flushed face, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Mo Yinluo was silent, gasped for several breaths in a row, stepped forward, and looked at Duan Xichen's body at three hundred and sixty degrees without dead ends. He was a little annoyed, and when she passed by his side, in an instant, Mo Yinluo's wrist tightened, and he was suddenly pulled under his chair by Duan Xichen.

"What the hell do you want to do?" Mo Yinluo was stunned for an instant, looking up at him, his handsome face came into his eyes, so close, his restless heart was pounding uncontrollably!

She didn't realize that she wanted to retreat, but she fell directly.

Duan Xichen shook his head helplessly, "Stupid." But he reached out to her and helped her up. Mo Yinluo hurriedly stood up, "My lord, in fact, I just came to see if you have any internal injuries, since there are none, I'll leave first!" She spoke very quickly, as if she couldn't wait to get out of here.

"Stop." Creepy, suddenly stood on the ground, and stopped.

Mo Yinluo turned around and saw that he was concentrating on reading, but he didn't know what bad idea he was thinking, "What the hell do you want to say?" ”

"Are you alright, my lord? The tea I made in the morning was so bitter, did you finish drinking it? His face changed suddenly, "Ahem...... Well. ”

“……”

She had a lot of thoughts, as if something had suddenly come to her mind. "My lord, on the outskirts of Jinling...... Another death case. Duan Xichen frowned slightly, looked at Mo Yinluo, Mo Yinluo understood, and said: "Miss Sizhu, the worker of Yiming Pavilion, her mother passed away today." I heard that Miss Sizhu said that her mother was unable to get out of bed and walk due to cold, and she was supported by medicine every day, and today I witnessed the death of Aunt Ruo. But I think someone hurt Auntie. ”

"What happened today?"

"Well, if the eldest lady was lying several meters away from the bed when she died, and the murderer pierced her hamstrings with a needle to make her unable to walk, it was not due to her illness. I know that she couldn't get out of bed and walk two months ago, and that the killer had been stucked at that time. But there is one thing I don't understand, if you want to kill her two months ago, why wait until today? ”

Duan Xichen picked up the teacup and weighed it a little, carefully scrutinized Moyin Luo's words, and suddenly put the teacup on the table, and said, "If the time has not come, I just want her to survive and die." ”

"So this death has nothing to do with the chill you got that day?"

"When did she get the cold?"

"Four months ago."

Duan Xichen's face suddenly showed a strange expression, "That's not necessarily. ”

"Huh?"

"Wind chill is just a common symptom, and it should not be fatal. If the murderer's goal was only to kill the eldest mother, then as you said, he or she could have done it two months ago, but the murderer did not do it. Perhaps the murderer used the wind and cold as an excuse to make people mistakenly think that if the eldest mother died of a long-term illness, but only two months of wind and cold could not cause death. The wind chill that the deceased received before his death may have been self-infected, or it may have been caused by the murderer, just to cover it up. Do you know how she died? ”

"I don't know."

"What was the day?"

"We were in the straw house of the silk bamboo girl, and I remember that when the eldest lady died, there was a pool of blood beside her, lying on her side, and there were no traces of a fight around her, and there were no other footprints."

Duan Xichen's face was embarrassed, and he was a little suspicious, "What about these?" Helplessly, Mo Yinluo shook his head. After a long time, the sentence suddenly came out of her mouth, "My lord...... Will...... Is it a drug problem? ”

“？！”

"In the past few months, Miss Sizhu has been decocting medicine to Aunt Ruo, but it has not improved, because no cause of death has been found, and there is only a pool of blood next to Aunt Ruo when she died, probably coughed it up. There were no other wounds on his body except for the pierced tendons, so the only thing that could kill him was medicine. There's absolutely no way that Miss Sizhu would do anything to her mother, so I doubt it...... Will there be any problems between her buying medicine, transporting medicine, and decocting medicine for her mother? Mo Yinluo said a lot, but saw that Duan Xichen just calmly took a sip of tea, didn't say anything more, and continued to look at the fold in his hand. Mo Yinluo couldn't help but be speechless, puzzled.

What does he mean by that? How......

Mo Yinluo shrugged helplessly, yawned and prepared to leave.

"Where?" He could be regarded as speaking, but his eyes did not take off the fold in his hand.

"Let's investigate!"

Seeing that he was speechless again, he turned around and left, but he heard him say again, "It's night, let's go again tomorrow." ”

"Ah...... Oh......"

The continuous sound of rain still didn't stop, Mo Yinluo picked up the wooden umbrella leaning against the door and was stunned. This umbrella is Xiao Yan's, I am afraid that Xiao Yan directly handed her the umbrella, but she didn't realize it.

Forget it, I'll give it to him tomorrow! Let's go back and get a good night's sleep!