There was a thunderclap in the dark clouds, and the raindrops the size of beans suddenly fell, drenching the whole world and the gray.

The black clouds turned over the ink and did not cover the mountains, and the white rain jumped into the boat.

In summer, the weather is changeable, the sun is still shining at noon, the ground is hot, and the rain is coming in the afternoon.

People rushed to avoid the rain, pushing carts, carrying children, splashing puddles of water.

The rain hates the clouds, and Jiangnan is still beautiful.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella and running on the bluestone street, it is a different style.

Chen Yuan was in the inn, looking out the window from time to time.

It's been a day, Wu Yuehe still hasn't appeared, and tomorrow is the last day set by Zhu Zhanji.

In the middle of the night, the water in the teahouse was hot and cold, cold and hot.

There is an appointment not to come for the night and a half, and the chess pieces are idle and the lights are dropped. Not to mention that there is no appointment, this is an era of backward communication.

Chen Yuan looked at the tea that was cold again, and he couldn't help it in a hurry. It is impossible for him to let Jinyiwei go to Wu Yuehe, they are very proficient, Guo Kun's confession, if he sees her again, it is strange if he doesn't arrest her and get to the bottom of it.

It's really not good, I will go to Heming Tower tomorrow and ask the grandson for another day or two no matter what.

Just as he was about to extinguish the candle, the door creaked open.

Dressed in a black tight suit, it outlines a bewitching figure. With a hat on his head, he entered the house, took off the hat, and the dripping rain wet the ground. The hair is tied in a bundle with a black band, which looks crisp and neat.

"You're finally here." Chen Yuan picked up the teapot and poured water, "Well, there's still a little residual heat." ”

"I haven't congratulated you yet."

Chen Yuan was stunned: "Why are you happy?" ”

"Dong Mingquan has been sent home, isn't the next thing to fulfill the marriage contract, marry a wife, and spend candles in the cave room?"

Chen Yuan poured himself a glass and looked at her: "Should I be happy?" ”

"Shouldn't it?"

"Should it?"

"Shouldn't it?" After Wu Yuehe finished speaking, she only felt that the other party was not very happy, took a sip of tea, and ran on a rainy night, she felt a little tired. Xu Yu said, "You don't like Miss Dong's family?" ”

Chen Yuan smiled bitterly: "I've met her twice, what do you say?" ”

"The life of the parents, the words of the matchmaker......"

"Okay, okay, at a young age, like an aunt."

Wu Yuehe's face flushed, and after thinking about it, it seemed that she shouldn't discuss this with a man. The defense of men and women, in this era, is extremely serious. Especially the young boys and girls who have not yet come out of the cabinet, even if Wu Yuehe walks the rivers and lakes and sees a lot, it does not involve love.

Discussing love with a man, Wu Yuehe's heart trembled inexplicably, some expectation, some shyness, and the feeling of wanting to speak and stopping.

"What are you looking at me like that?" Wu Yuehe looked up, but saw the other party staring at him with blazing eyes, and her heart was even more flustered.

It is rare to see a chivalrous woman in the rivers and lakes showing the mentality of a little daughter, Chen Yuan is very funny, but he doesn't speak.

"If you don't speak, I'll go." Wu Yuehe picked up the sword in a panic and got up to leave.

Chen Yuan smiled: "Don't you have something to ask me?" ”

That's right, Wu Yuehe reacted at this time, blaming this person and letting herself forget about business. Thinking of the matter, Wu Yuehe calmed down, turned to stare at Chen Yuan and asked, "Why?" "The expression is grim, like interrogating a prisoner.

Woman, it's faster to turn your face than to turn a book.

"What, why?" Chen Yuan deliberately made a look of incomprehension.

Wu Yuehe said angrily: "You said to help Guo Kun, that is, to give him to Zhu Zhanji?" That's nine deaths. ”

Chen Yuan said lightly: "He is in Jinyi Wei Prison, that is ten deaths." ”

Wu Yuehe was stunned and was very angry with Chen Yuan, but there was no other way. She admitted that what Chen Yuan said was not wrong. In Zhu Zhanji's hands, at least he can have a chance to live, because Guo Kun's confession is related to himself, Zhu Zhanji knows something, and he will not easily kill Guo Kun before he understands it.

"His Royal Highness Taisun wants to see you."

As expected, a faint trace of melancholy flashed in Wu Yuehe's eyes, but her face remained silent and said, "When?" ”

"Tomorrow at noon, in the Heming Tower."

Wu Yuehe nodded, indicating that she understood, and turned around and left.

When he was about to reach the door, Chen Yuan said: "Don't think about assassination, you didn't have a chance before, and you won't have it now." ”

Wu Yuehe's figure paused, did not answer, squeaked, and the door returned to its original state, as if no one had ever come.

The tea on the table was cold, and Chen Yuan sighed lowly.

"Boom!"

The rain fell heavier, a bolt of lightning, a crisp thunderclap.

The wind swept away, and I heard a few tiles falling, mixed with angry howls, and the torrential rain whipped Nanjing fiercely.

Wu Yuehe returned to the secret room of the antique shop, and her whole body was almost soaked. Zhuo Yuemei hurriedly took a piece of clothing and put it on her, and in the house, the third uncle, Wang Jinghong, Qu Guan, Hu Daquan and others were all there.

Hu Daquan wiped a bright iron sword, and the cold light was pressing.

The hunchbacked third uncle sat diagonally in the middle, dressed in light-colored linen, with his right hand on the edge of the table, his eyes glazed.

"You're going to see him again?" The third uncle didn't raise his eyelids.

Wu Yuehe snorted: "Third uncle." ”

"I told you not to act alone before, but now, even Guo Kun has gone in, and if you go down, we won't take any revenge, let's all go home, and after everyone continues to be sinners, continue to cultivate the fields."

Wu Yuehe defended: "It was he who killed Senior Brother Tie." ”

"How do you know? Is it just a confession? The third uncle spoke sharply.

Wu Yuehe's face turned pale.

"Jin Yiwei can't get anything if he wants. What they want, we are all human beings, and in prison, we can't say anything. Now, it's okay, people are staring at us every day, and it's hard to move an inch. ”

"Third uncle, but ......"

"Don't say anything, but, from today onwards, you are not allowed to go anywhere, just stay here."

"Zhu Zhanji wants to see me tomorrow."

"What?" The third uncle and the others looked at Wu Yuehe with their eyes.

The third uncle lightly pressed the edge of the table, the pouring rain outside could not be heard in the secret room, the sound of knocking on the table was empty, and every time he knocked it, everyone's heart trembled once.

"Third uncle, this is an opportunity." Hu Daquan said suddenly.

"Nope." Wu Yuehe remembered Chen Yuan's advice and blurted out.

The third uncle looked at Wang Jinghong, who was thinking, and asked, "Jinghong, what do you say?" ”

Wang Jinghong said: "Heming Tower, people come and go, there are many three religions and nine streams, if we become a eater, wait for Zhu Zhanji to arrive, suddenly make a move, maybe there is a chance." ”

"No, Zhu Zhanji called me, how can I be defenseless, if we do it, everyone will be exposed, if we fail, we will never have a chance again."

Qu Guan snorted: "Opportunity, we have been waiting for sixteen years, and if we wait, I am afraid that we will all die inexplicably." ”

"Okay, then it's settled." The third uncle made the final decision.

"Kill." There were more than a dozen people in the secret room, all of whom were murderous.

"It's worth it to kill an imperial grandson."

Wu Yuehe looked at the people who were united, and suddenly felt a little sad.

Revenge, revenge, yes, revenge.

What if you kill Zhu Zhanji, Zhu Di has many grandsons, do you care about one grandson?

However, whether Zhu Zhanji can be killed or not, tomorrow will be everyone's death.