The black shadow moved quickly, his body was as light as the wind, he carefully distinguished the surrounding situation, confirmed that there was no one in the hall at this time, and immediately dodged to the front of the coffin.

Before the coffin was sealed, he pushed hard under his palm, pushing the coffin open a gap.

As he looked intently, there was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the hall behind him.

The man in black changed his eyes and immediately restored the coffin.

It was the Hou Mansion that left for a short time, and returned with Eleven.

The mourning hall was still silent, except for the faint sound of burning materials from the oil and candles.

Eleven came to the coffin, glanced around without a trace, and told his subordinates behind him: "Keep it well." ”

"Yes."

Eleven turned around and left the mourning hall, came to Xiao Mu's room, and said in a low voice: "General, sure enough, someone took advantage of the coffin to secretly check. ”

Wang Jingyong and Yin Hai in the room both changed their faces slightly when they heard this.

After the bookcase, he had changed into mourning clothes, and the young man in the dark blue robe did not raise his eyes when he heard the words, and his pen hand did not stop, but only said "um", "You don't have to chase, so as not to be detected by it." ”

"Yes, my subordinates understand." Eleven should go down and withdraw.

"Send this letter back to the Northlands as soon as possible." After Xiao Mu put down his pen, he folded the letter paper and stuffed it into the envelope, sealed it with wax oil, and handed it to Wang Jingyong.

"Yes." Wang Jingyong took it and left the study.

"Does the general already have a doubter?" There was no third person in the room, Yin Hai asked in a low voice.

After a while, Xiao Mu replied: "Yes or no, it will be revealed soon——"

Yin Hai had a guess in his heart, and he didn't ask any more questions.

Xiao Mu sat there, quietly looking at the porcelain vase on the bookcase.

Stuck in the bottle are camellias, which have long since dried and faded.

Seeing him looking at the dried flowers, Yin Hai raised his eyebrows slightly and sighed: "No matter how bright the flowers are, they will wither, and people's hearts are the same...... The general's words tonight are so resolute, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to coax them back in the next day? ”

Xiao Mu said in a hoarse voice: "Then there is still a 'coming day' to speak of." ”

Yin Hai sighed meaninglessly: "That is, the Ji painter, but if you change someone......"

"If I change someone, I will have to be slapped today." A faint astringent smile appeared at the corner of Xiao Mu's mouth: "It's because it's her." ”

After a while, he said: "It can only be her." ”

……

After the black shadow left the Dingbei Hou Mansion, he took advantage of the night and returned to a mansion all the way to avoid people's eyes.

Sleepless in the middle of the night, a hand with an old scar on the tiger's mouth was boredly holding a long silver needle to pluck the wick.

"Master, my subordinates have checked it, and the coffin is indeed Mrs. Xiao's body."

The wick trapped in the wax was provoked, and the room suddenly became brighter.

The hand tossed the silver needle aside, covered his mouth and yawned, and said as if he didn't care, "Got it, stand down." ”

The night sky was as black as ink, boundless, and there was not half a star in sight.

Hengyu stood by the window in a middle coat and hair, looking out of the window at the night, and did not move for a long time.

……

After seven days of rest, it was the day of Mrs. Xiao's funeral.

A few days ago, the palace intended to send it to the Dingbei Hou Mansion, and a cemetery was given in a place with excellent feng shui outside the city, so that Mrs. Xiao could sleep here and be buried in peace.

The funeral procession started from the Dingbei Hou Mansion, passed through the long street, and everywhere it passed, the paper money was all over the sky, and the land was snow-white.

Different from ordinary funerals, there was not a trace of crying in the funeral procession, and it was too silent.

In the teahouse facing the street, Hengyu stood outside the window on the second floor, looking at the long funeral, and the young man who walked in the front with a tablet in his hand, and his tall figure added a little thinness.

Behind him, the subordinate guards on the left and right accompanied him, all wearing mourning clothes, and the soldiers who fought on the battlefield were never relieved of their solemn aura by the plain white.

The people on both sides gave way, and almost no one dared to speak out.

"Ah Heng......" Gu Tingnan withdrew his gaze and said softly: "Let's go back." ”

Pei Wushuang was also with him at this time, looking at his friend's much thinner figure in a short period of time, and said with a comforting look: "Let's go, Ah Heng." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and held Hengyu's slightly cool hand.

After a moment, Hengyu nodded.

A few people came out of the teahouse, and when Cuihuai was about to help Hengyu get into the carriage, he saw Hengyu looking at a pawnshop across the street.

"Ah Heng?" Seeing that Hengyu was standing still, Gu listened to Nan's call.

"I need to go to the pawn shop, Sister Lao Gu will wait here." Heng Yu said.

Although Gu Tingnan was puzzled, he just nodded and didn't ask much.

"What is Ah Heng doing when he goes to the pawn shop at this time?" Pei Wushuang wanted to follow and take a look, but Gu Tingnan grabbed his arm.

"Don't go with her, she must have something to do."

Although Pei Wushuang was curious, he also nodded when he heard the words, and watched Heng Yu enter the pawnshop.

The shopkeeper of the pawnshop saw Hengyu behind the counter and waved his hands with a smile.

At this time, there were no guests in the pawnshop, so Heng Yu asked bluntly: "Dare to ask Yan Dongjia if there is a reply?" ”

After not finding any trace of Yan Meng for a long time, knowing that the other party was deliberately hiding and unwilling to be found by her and Xiao Mu, she found this pawnshop - before, when Yan Meng was still Yan Jin, she occasionally communicated with the other party through this pawnshop.

The last time she came, it was clear in a few words that the shopkeeper of the pawnshop had always known the identity of "Yan Jin".

So, she asked the other party to pass a letter from it.

The other party told her with a smile - the letter was sent to Tingzhou, and as before, it would take half a month to go back and forth at the earliest.

The other party played Tai Chi with her, and she also smiled and nodded slightly.

Okay, Half Moon, she'll just wait.

Now the half-moon period has arrived.

"The letter was only sent back yesterday, and it was originally going to be sent to Ji Niangzi today." The shopkeeper, who was more than half a hundred years old, smiled and took out a letter from behind the counter and handed it to Hengyu.

Heng Yu opened it and saw that there was only one line of words on it: Xiao Seventeen could be informed in the letter.

Heng Yu raised his eyes and looked at the shopkeeper: "This matter is very important, it involves an old case, it is not appropriate to make it clear in the letter, otherwise once the letter accidentally falls into the hands of others, it will invite monstrous disasters, and it will be a trouble for me and you——"

The shopkeeper was stunned: "...... Ji Niangzi said this?" ”

Hengyu looked at a tearoom behind the window through the high ticket counter: "Youlao brought these words to Yan Dong's house as they were—and told him that it was not that I was making a mistake, but that this matter had to be said in person to be safe." And the matter involved in this is urgent, and if it is delayed again, it will be too late to regret it in the future. That's all he says, it's up to him whether he comes to see him or not. ”

The kind-eyed shopkeeper nodded: "Yes, I will write to convey the meaning of Ji Niangzi as soon as possible." ”

"Thank you." Heng Yu withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

The shopkeeper watched the girl leave the pawnshop and get into the carriage in front of the teahouse opposite.

Watching the two carriages drive away, he turned around and left the ticket counter, walked quickly to the tearoom used to receive distinguished guests, and whispered through the door: "The owner-"

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The second is writing, you can wait until tomorrow to see.

(Last night, the elders in the family were suddenly seriously ill and hospitalized, things were busy, and the update time was not guaranteed, so forgive me.)

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