The earth turns away from everyone.

The sun will rise the next day.

Nor will the moon come out of the west.

Nothing has changed.

Listen to Xuetang like that.

The West Courtyard is still like that.

Lin Qingqing too.

After returning from Guanglan Temple, she was often crooked in an easy chair.

Ya'er put the rice on the small black lacquered round table, and the bowls and chopsticks were arranged.

"I knew earlier, I didn't laugh at him that day and couldn't marry a good daughter-in-law."

Can't be indifferent to a person's death, Ya'er tears welled up in her eyes when she thought about it.

Turning her head, she called out to Miss and said, "Tiankui is buried today, I think I should tell you." ”

Lin Qingqing suddenly got up from the chair.

She didn't feel that seven days was so fast.

Stopping the spirit for seven days, the scenery and burial are the grace of the general's mansion to Tiankui.

Just like on the day he knew he was dead in Guanglan Temple, he wanted to look at him, Lin Qingqing wanted to give him a ride.

Looking down at herself, Lin Qingqing noticed that Ya'er had been preparing plain clothes for her in the past few days.

"Good girl."

She went out of the snow hall and deliberately took advantage of the martial arts training ground to go to the front yard. It's just to avoid people who don't need to. But I still met Steward Hu.

Under the door of the moon cave in the front yard, she looked at Lao Hu without saying a word.

"You are the princess?"

The people who were with Steward Hu asked. Lin Qingqing noticed that this person was a woman.

The woman was quite tall, thin like a knife, and indeed had a scimitar hanging from her waist.

A hairpin tied his black hair on top of his head, and he wore a narrow-sleeved arrow robe, and at first glance, he thought he was a man.

Lin Qingqing didn't recognize her.

The woman pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, "I am Tiankui's sister, Ziyi." ”

Lin Qingqing's heart was tight, and she didn't know how to face the family of the deceased.

She looked at it complicated and heavy, which made Ziyi have the illusion that she wanted to seek answers from herself.

This is the princess?

Ziyi pursed the corners of his stiff mouth, "What are my brother's last words before he died?" ”

Words?

Lin Qingqing didn't think about it, and suddenly asked, her memory was full of blood that couldn't be dissolved.

She muttered, "How could he save me?" ”

The purple clothes buckled the scimitar behind his waist, and the sinking voice seemed to suppress something. Leng said: "The slave protects the master, there is nothing to say." ”

Lin Qingqing smiled bitterly: "His last words were, 'Why would I save you'." ”

The content of these words was too heavy, so heavy that Lin Qingqing stared at Ziyi tightly, and at a glance she could see that her indifferent expression revealed a hidden resentment.

Lin Qingqing was sure that Ziyi had heard of her, and she had the same evaluation of her in her heart as everyone else. didn't speak ill of her, but adhered to the identity of a slave.

"I'm sorry," she didn't want Tiankui's family to forgive her, but ...... "I'm really sorry." He died because he saved me, and he was so gracious that I couldn't repay it. ”

"I just said that," Ziyi interrupted her, "you are the master, we are servants, and we will die for the Lord, there is nothing to say." For you, there is nothing that should not be saved. Of course......" Ziyi's voice was low and cold, "as long as you are still the princess." ”

"Does the princess have any clues about those killers?"

The purple cloth ended his words, not wanting to hear anything.

Lin Qingqing understood.

She recalled countless times about the night at Guanglan Temple.

At first, the killer infiltrated the meditation room, and she had a gut feeling that a thief had broken through the door.

It's nothing more than for money.

Until there is a fire, take advantage of the chaos to release arrows, or poisoned arrows. Lin Qingqing knew that someone wanted her life.

The most ruthless offense she has ever offended in her life is this general's mansion.

But if it's someone in the General's Mansion, there are more opportunities in the Mansion to start, and you still need to run outside?

It's not the General's Mansion, and who is it?

It's been a few days, and Lin Qingqing didn't have a clue. In the face of Ziyi's questioning, he could only shake his head.

A very faint anger rolled in Ziyi's eyes, and she bowed, "From now on, I will guard the West Courtyard, and where I don't go, the princess Haihan." ”

She succeeded Tiankui?

Lin Qingqing wanted to ask her if she could give Tiankui a ride.

Before she could say a word, she turned and left.

Steward Hu, who was listening, looked at Lin Qingqing in a complicated way, and said, "Brother and sister of Ziyi Tiankui, they have been by the side of the son since childhood. Ziyi's martial arts are no worse than Tiankui, he has not been in the house for so long, he just went out to ask for medicine for the prince, and now that Tiankui has passed away, the general handed Jiaolongwei over to her command. ”

Lin Qingqing's eyes saw the scene of Ye Shu taking their brothers and sisters to have fun in this general's mansion.

I secretly thought that if Ye Shu was not stupid, how sad he would be about Tiankui's affairs.

Her left ear was even more stinging, her temples were pounding, and she wanted to cover her head, trying to rub her unhealing ear.

But in the end, he just looked at Steward Hu, "Can you tell me where Tiankui is buried?" ”

*

Listen to the snow hall.

Ya'er dictated her impression of the killer that day, "He is not tall, his voice is very rough, and he feels like a middle-aged man." ”

Lin Qingqing is a good painter, sketching a rough outline with a few strokes of charcoal, and said, "What else?" ”

"And ......"

At that time, it was so dangerous, and it was their fate that they didn't die, where did they have the time to take a closer look. They were still masked.

"That man smells of wood!" Ya'er remembered.

"Yes," Lin Qingqing also smelled.

At that time, she was holding the killer's arm with the murder weapon, focusing on how to survive, and she was not sure about some impressions.

Now that these clues have been written down, Lin Qingqing took the portrait and returned to the main courtyard.

This time she didn't want to go out, but waited for Ye Chen.

It's okay to wait a little longer.

She didn't want to pin her hopes for finding a killer on Ye Jingtian.

First, from Ziyi's words, it can be known that Ye Jingtian's suspicion direction is completely wrong.

They thought that she was not involved with someone who caused the killing.

That's the first reason.

Reason 2: She told them the clues she knew a few days ago, and after so many days, they didn't give her any news.

She couldn't just wait for nothing.

*

Unitary time.

There is only one side of the sun left hanging in the canopy. Ye Chen came back with Ye Shu.

Seeing Lin Qingqing, Ye Chen knew that she was waiting for her. Hurriedly ran over and asked first, "What's the hurry?" ”

Lin Qingqing handed him the portrait, "This is my re-painting, these people must have observed my hands, someone should have seen similar people." I only stayed in a few places above that day. ”

On that day, there were not many pilgrims in Guanglan Temple, but where is the heritage of the big temple, and it is a must-go place for tourists, and there are still many people.

In the pure place of Buddhism, even the general's mansion is not easy to encircle for a long time, so after only checking it, the people were released. Only private visits are made to suspicious persons.

Looking closely at the portrait and features, Ye Chen felt that he had even noticed such a person.

But in order to guard against her, even Ye Chen was not allowed to interfere in this matter. He is also waiting for news.

Glanced at Lin Qingqing. "I'll go check it out," Ye Chen hurried away with the portrait.

Lin Qingqing glanced at the sky and walked back.

Ye Shu walked in the door and saw that she was there, but she didn't move. I deliberately didn't look at her, staring at the corner and thinking that I shouldn't have gone this way.