After hearing that Jiang Fengjun was coming, she sat quietly on the couch this autumn, her eyebrows lowered, not like those girls who had just entered the music shop looking for death and life.

"Got it." Her expression was pale.

The old bustard is happy, and he likes this kind of girl who knows the times all his life.

As soon as the old bustard left the room, Jiang Fengjun walked up to Wan Jinqiu and looked down at her.

"Look up and look at the officer." He spoke in a deep voice.

As if this autumn was unmoved, his face was quietly staring at the embroidery on the soft collapse.

Jiang Fengjun pursed his lips, and after a while, he suddenly grabbed the woman's jade neck, forcing her to look up: "This official has never had much patience with women!" ”

Wan was panting this autumn, and the wind and clouds in his eyes were surging, until he finally fell silent.

"Do you know how to serve a man as a prostitute?"

She slowly evoked a smile in the shackles, different from the coquettishness of ordinary women, but contemptuous and mocking, as if she were laughing at him - laughing at his dignified history is nothing more than that, what is the difference between him and the wild man in the country.

The smile froze on her face, and her hand slowly moved to her chest, untied the ribbon, and the skirt slid down.

Wan Jinqiu smiled suddenly: "That's what the adults said? ”

The contempt in her eyes was like substance, Jiang Fengjun looked cold, and bullied herself. And this autumn stared at the bed tent with dead eyes, the lotus arm was on the man's neck, and the silver hairpin held in the palm of his hand suddenly stabbed down!

Jiang Fengjun has always been cautious and suspicious, and got up in time at the moment when the silver hairpin pierced his neck, but even so, a long blood mark still appeared on his neck.

Wan Jinqiu missed a blow, and instead stabbed himself in the heart, his movements were not slow, as if he was determined to die.

Jiang Fengjun was completely enraged, he narrowed his eyes, grabbed her shirt and pushed it out, and the tea set on the desk also fell to the ground, and she was lying in the broken porcelain on the ground, covered in blood, and the hatred in her eyes was strong.

Jiang Fengjun stared at these eyes, eager to dig it out and crush it fiercely, he lowered his body, and took out an extra knife inlaid with gems in his hand: "If you want to die, this official will fulfill you." ”

The blade gradually approached, and seeing that it was about to fall, Wanmu, who was anxious to protect the girl, suddenly broke in, her eyes were split, and she lifted a stool and raised it above her head: "Beast! ”

The stool fell heavily, Jiang Fengjun turned around at the right time, dodged the stool, and the dagger in his hand was waved out instantly, and it immediately disappeared into the woman's heart.

Blood was spilled.

"Ah Niang-" Wan struggled to get up this autumn, but was kicked by him and fell on his back in the broken porcelain.

Jiang Fengjun picked up the silver hairpin on the ground casually and walked slowly towards this autumn. Since she doesn't know what to do, don't blame him for not knowing how to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade.

His eyes were gloomy, the blood in his neck flowed out of the wound, Jiang Fengjun lowered his head, looked at Wan Niangzi in front of him, and sneered: "Wan Jinqiu, the daughter of the criminal minister, let go of Liu Ruyan first, murdered Shi Shi later, and the official killed him by mistake in order to protect himself." ”

He was about to make a move, but then he paused, but when he looked down, he saw that Wan Mu, who was already dying, was holding his official boots, his face was already gray and dead, and his mouth kept urging: "Run-run-escape-"

Wan Jinqiu's eyes ached, struggled to stand up, gritted his teeth and ran to the door.

Jiang Fengjun lowered his eyes, suddenly kicked Wan away, and then walked towards Wan Jinqiu without stopping. He was so fast that he chased after her in an instant, and at the same time raised his hand, and the blood-stained silver hairpin stabbed her in the back.

The sudden pain made her unstable and she finally fell to the ground.

Jiang Fengjun looked at her condescendingly, watching her breathing weaken, and the blood spilling from her back seeped into the carpet endlessly, Jiang Fengjun leaned down and said slowly: "This official originally wanted to carry Wan Sima, but he, like you, didn't know how to lift and killed himself. ”

As soon as the words fell, her eyes suddenly widened as she glared at the person in front of her.

Hatred, hatred, grief, and intense intertwined feelings can only turn into unwillingness with the passage of life.

She...... Unwilling!

Jiang Fengjun looked coldly at her lying there motionless, he straightened up, straightened his clothes, and walked slowly outside the house, his figure disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Time passed slowly, and after some time, there was movement in the room again.

A person dressed as an attendant pushed a wooden wheelchair to Wan Jinqiu, he leaned over to test his pulse, and exclaimed: "Young master, people are still alive!" ”

On the wheelchair sat a young man, dressed in a plain cloth robe, with his face lowered when he heard the words, his eyebrows and eyes were quiet, which was incompatible with the mess in the room.

Wan Jinqiu heard the voice, and opened his eyes with great difficulty, and in the dimness, a man stared silently.

"Help me—" As her lips spurted, bleeding from her lips, "Help me—"

The man in cloth couldn't bear the wave in his eyes: "Why do you save it?" ”

As if this autumn's hollow eyes suddenly appeared bright, hatred was thick, like a sea of anger surging under the clouds.

She lay in a pool of blood, repeating over and over again: "I don't want to die—I can't die yet—I can't—"

She repeated it until her voice weakened.

The man in cloth narrowed his eyes, and his voice was light and inaudible: "Ants are still stealing life, let alone people." ”

His fingers moved slightly, and many small black insects lingered around his body, scrambling to fly to Wan Jinqiu's body, crawling into the flesh along the wound. It didn't take long for a little blood to appear on her pale face, and her chest rose and fell.

Seeing this, the subordinates who were accompanying him immediately bent down to pick up Wan Jinqiu, and asked for instructions: "Wangfeng Lou missed, the pianist Dong Qingxian and Xuankun Yin are nowhere to be found, does the young master still want to continue to investigate?" ”

"No need." The cloth man's voice was indifferent, and when he lowered his eyes, a trace of pity appeared between his eyebrows, "The Pixiu seal has appeared, let Jin Bu go to Yongshan and make a decision." ”

"Whew-"

Dawn broke, and Liu Ruyan woke up from her sleep.

She brought up the system screen with a sense of feeling, and found that directly below the character bar, this autumn's loyalty value was displayed as unknown.

As if she had been kind to her this autumn, why did there be a change overnight? She left Jinyang City for a long time, and she didn't know what happened there, and whether Wan Niangzi encountered any danger.

Her eyes were heavy, and she looked into the distance......

When the morning sun rises completely, Liu Ruyan sets foot on the road again, according to the plot hints, the next Xuankun seal will appear near Yongshan, and those people may make another move.

She sank her eyes, and she couldn't imagine that the jade seal of the country that people in the world were eager to fall into the hands of Bai Man, and if the Xuankun seal, soldiers and horses, and grain and grass were added, the entire Kyushu might be turned upside down.

However, Liu Ruyan faintly felt that the truth was far more than that. The Xuankun Seal may also have buried a long-sealed secret.

The wagons rode southwest, often staying in the wilderness at night, and only entering the city when they needed to be replenished with water, food, and herbs.

After another ten days, the carriage slowly drove into Huaxian.