The rain in the south and the wind fill the Changchuan. The blue tile smoke is dark and the willow bank is dark, and the red silk fragrance moistens into the plum sky. Fluttering is dashing.

The autumn rain in the mountains swept away the temperature left by the day, and also washed away the bloodstains left by Su Fu when he escaped from the ambush.

Su Fu lay on his side on the ground, carefully distinguishing the movements of those people until the footsteps gradually disappeared, and then relaxed a little.

Ran Yan stared straight at the roof with two eyes, not sleepy at all, she turned over and looked at Su Fu through the gap in the bamboo curtain, he turned his back to her, motionless, and didn't know if he was asleep, and there was still the cloth bag containing the bones in his hand.

Su Fu would rather work for five years for this corpse, it's really incredible, who is this burden?

The room was quiet, and the two gradually relaxed their defense, and their consciousness was occupied by drowsiness.

Xu thought too much about her past life before going to bed, and as soon as Ran Yan fell asleep, the nightmare that haunted her surfaced.

In the dilapidated factory, more than a dozen obscene men with a cruel smile approached a young woman who was about twenty-four or five years old, Ran Yan's heart rose to her throat, she longed for a difference this time, but unfortunately there was still a young man with a good hand in front to attract the woman's attention, and another thin young man was next to him from time to time to sneak attack.

Ran Yan shouted: Yunlin, that thin man has lime powder in his hands, get out of the way

Qin Yunlin didn't see her shouting at all, and turned around and kicked straight at the young man's neck. When the thin young man saw that the time had come, he quickly took out a plastic bag from his arms, grabbed it with his hand, and threw it at Qin Yunlin's beautiful face.

As soon as the dozen or so men surrounding saw it, they immediately rushed forward and tied up Qin Yunlin, sealing their mouths with duct tape.

Someone took out the vegetable oil prepared in advance to wipe the lime powder on her face, and said with a smile, "Such a beautiful face, if you can't see it later, what a pity."

Ran Yan was sweating anxiously, and rushed forward to kick and beat those beasts, but unfortunately her body was illusory and could not have any effect on them at all.

"Quick, put the police uniform on her." Another man pinched Qin Yunlin's chin and snorted coldly, "You policemen, aren't you going to wear police uniforms all day long to show your majesty, this time you will be majestic enough, like, you will serve us alone for a while, you have to show the backbone of the police, hold on."

The two rudely tore off Qin Yunlin's clothes, revealing close-fitting white underwear and towering breasts, and insisted on putting on a set of imitation police uniforms for her. She couldn't help it, so she put her hand into her underwear, rubbed it hard, and then probed it with her fingers, and couldn't help but be surprised, "Ha boss, this girl is still a chick."

"Snort these days, it's rare to see a chick at such an age, it's delicious" The man led by him quickly took off his clothes, turned his head and said to the person next to him, "Take out the camera, their bloody captain will definitely like this wonderful video"

Ran Yan looked at Qin Yunlin's desperate struggle, and sweat rained down his back.

"No" After Ran Yan saw that the man put on a hood to cover his face, he rudely broke Qin Yunlin's leg and screamed and pounced.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the sound of drizzle outside the window, and a cool breeze poured into the quilt, and Ran Yancai was already soaked, and a trace of coldness penetrated into his skin.

"You're dreaming too." The cold voice outside the curtain said with a hint of exhaustion.

Ran Yan snorted, and Su Fu outside poured her a glass of water and pushed it under the curtain, "Drink some water." ”

Ran Yan sat up, took a sip of water, remembered what he had just said "also", and asked, "You also have nightmares?" ”

"It's a lot of dreams." Su Fu paused and said, "But it's not a nightmare. ”

For Su Fu, there is no more cruel dream than reality, all his good things are sealed in his memory, and he tastes it alone in the dead of night.

"You may seem cautious, but you are not wary of strangers enough." Su Fu saw the vague figure in the curtain slowly falling, and when the water cup was about to hit the ground, he broke into the curtain suddenly, and a beautiful handwriter caught the cup, and the half cup of water in it was still stable.

He sat down on the edge of her couch, staring at Ran Yan's sleepy face for a moment, and muttered, "I never ...... anyone"

But this time he was at the end of his rope, but he was the first to think of Ran Yan, over the years, he suspected that everyone who approached him unintentionally or deliberately, only Ran Yan's directness and boldness allowed him to relax his guard a little.

However, this is not a good thing for people like him.

Su Fu casually covered Ran Yan's quilt, flashed out of the curtain, picked up the burden on the ground, turned out the window, and disappeared in the vast rainy night.

In early autumn, Suzhou was shrouded in night rain and misty, while Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, was a bright moon sky.

There are many mansions in Pingkangfang, and the Zhumen embroidered households reveal a solemn atmosphere in the moonlight. A dove fluttered and landed on the railing outside an attic, cooing and cooing.

The attic window opened, and a gray-clad boy took a small bamboo tube from the pigeon and quickly returned to the house.

There was no light in the room, and the moonlight reflected on a handsome face through the Korean paper on the lattice window, and he was crooked on several sides, supporting his head with one hand, and lowering his eyes slightly, as if he was asleep. Books piled up all around him, almost surrounding him.

"Lang Jun, there is a letter." The little guy walked up to him and whispered.

"Hmm." He slowly opened his eyes, the misty in his eyes flashed, and he instantly regained his clarity, reached out to take the note, and said, "Palm lamp." ”

The little servant took out the fire fold from the small drawer next to him, blew it, and lit the lamp on the table. The room was slowly illuminated by a soft orange light, revealing the mountain of books in front of him.

"Some people can't wait to squeeze out Liu Pinrang." He muttered to himself after reading the contents, then handed the note to the lamp and lit it.

"Lang Jun, it's already the third watch, you can rest for a while, so you can get ready to go to court." The little guy asked.

"Hmm." He got up, his legs folded in a crimson round-necked uniform, and it was evident that he had only been sitting like this for more than an hour or two.

The little servant lit a lantern, put out the lights in the pavilion, picked up the lamp in front of him to lead the way, and walked to the bedroom.

In the empty courtyard, the autumn wind was bleak, showing a bit of bleakness and coldness. The little guy sighed in his heart, in such a big yard, there is only one, that is, Lang Jun's nurse Shu Niang, and she is often absent from the house, making their Xiao Mansion like a temple, a bunch of men, almost haircuts.

"Lang Jun, in the evening, Shu Niang asked Xiao to inform you that she was always looking for her to go back to the ancestral house to catch up, you were busy at that time, and you didn't dare to disturb." The little guy turned along the path with a lantern, while raising his eyes to look at Xiao Song's face, Lao is not a person who likes to reminisce about the past, every time he recruits Shu Niang, it is a lifelong event related to Lang Jun.

"Mother wants to kiss me again?" Xiao Song paused for a moment, frowned unhappily, and said in a magnetic voice hoarse with a slight anger, "As soon as the morning dawns, you will ask Bai Yi to send the letter quickly and inform Shu Niang that it is not necessary."

The little guy shrank his head and said yes.

Walking to the door of the bedroom, Xiao Song suddenly thought of something, "What happened to you to secretly investigate, what was the result?" ”

"There are some eyebrows, I found the Lu family's bridal lady back then, and forced her to carefully recall the events of the year, the bridal lady said that Lu Niangzi only took a few sips of tea before getting on the sedan chair, and she had never eaten it." The little guy replied.

"Is this called eyebrow?" Xiao Song snorted coldly. He didn't die, let alone kill his wife, he was sure that someone was going to deal with it, but he never caught a clue.

As the second-in-command of the Criminal Department, Xiao Song really had no face to express his suspicions, and the two he married, one died violently in the new house, and the other died in a sedan chair, it was simply a shame He gritted his teeth fiercely, and threw his sleeves into the house angrily.

The moonlight is like water, and the light of the entire Xiao Mansion is only a lantern for the little guy, which looks very lonely.

The autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River is sloppy, like smoke shrouded in the mountains, as the first morning bell rings from the temple, the picturesque silence begins to have a trace of vitality, the monks hold umbrellas in the temple and hurriedly gather to the front hall to start the morning class at the beginning of the day.

Xing Niang and the others had already collapsed, and they were busy with their own things in the courtyard, and after about a moment, there was a little nun, saying that today's lecture had been canceled, and she was afraid that Ran Niangzi would come back to the air, so she came to spread the word.

Xing Niang didn't rush to call Ran Yan to get up and let her sleep. It wasn't until breakfast came from the nunnery that she went into the dormitory.

"Lady, it's time to collapse." Xing Niang opened the curtain, approached the inner room, and suddenly saw a person in white plain clothes sitting in front of the back window, she couldn't help but be startled, and looked at it, but it turned out to be Ran Yan, so she stroked her heart and said, "The lady is up, and she doesn't make a sound." ”

Ran Yan turned around and said, "I got up early, I wanted to see the scenery in the mountains." The rain and fog in the south of the Yangtze River is the most beautiful. ”

Xing Niang took the satin coat and draped it over her, sat down too, looked out from the window, and exclaimed, "Yo, there is such a big piece of hosta tweed behind here."

The smoke and rain are misty, and a large piece of white and slender hosta flowers are stained with rain and dew, which looks extremely fresh and tender, and the wind sends bursts of fragrance.

"It should have been opened in the next two days." Ran Yan said.

A few days ago, I didn't notice the fragrance of flowers, maybe it didn't bloom much, early this morning, Ran Yan woke up from Su Fu's **, and smelled a burst of flowers, and Su Fu was already gone, the house was as clean as ever, as if, last night was just a dream.

The ladies of Suzhou love hostas the most, and every time the hosta flowers are in full bloom, they will pick off the flowers and weave them on the copper wire as a bracelet to wear, or the hairpin is in the hair, and the whole body is elegant and gentle fragrance.

"Lady wash up, let's watch it after breakfast, Fang Cai'an sent someone to pass the word, today's lecture is canceled, you want to watch it for a while." Xing Niang said with a smile.

Ran Yan nodded, got up and walked to the dressing table and sat down, and when she saw Wanlu coming in to clean up the bed, she instructed in words, "Wanlu, don't spill the half glass of water I put in front of the couch, I'll keep it useful." ”

Wan Lu answered, took out the water and put it on a few tables, and then began to clean up. Xiao Man came in with water and waited for Ran Yan to wash.

"Huh? One less straw mat underneath? Evening Green muttered to herself in confusion.

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