Thinking about it carefully, this should be the first time I drank with Huanhuan, in my past memory, Huanhuan was a very well-behaved girl, and her father didn't let her get drunk, so she never touched that thing.

Now it's the first time I've seen Hwan drinking so closely, and I have to say it's beautiful.

The flush on her face was as if she was out of breath when she was a child playing outside with herself.

Now Huanhuan is also panting, and Dong Xiang knows that this is the medicinal power of incineration.

Feng Huanhuan's breathing became heavier and heavier, the flush on his face became more and more delicate, and his eyes became hazy under the influence of the rapidly volatile alcohol.

"Brother Xiang, hug me, just like when I was a child." Feng Huanhuan panted and leaned into Dong Xiang's arms, drunk and misty, and breathed out Lan Fang.

Dong Xiang stretched out his left hand and hugged Feng Huanhuan tightly in his arms, his chin rested on Feng Huanhuan's forehead, and his eyes were filled with bitter tears.

Feng Huanhuan listened to Dong Xiang's heartbeat, as if he also heard his own heartbeat, just like hugging and kissing Brother Xiang for the first time when he was a child, and that ambiguous afternoon with Brother Xiang in his boudoir, like that rainy night asking for tenderness and love from each other, his heart was beating, and the deer was colliding, as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

Sure enough, it is still in Brother Xiang's arms that I feel the most, and the feeling of being loved by my beloved is the most wonderful, obviously the change was made for Brother Xiang, and now I am back in Brother Xiang's arms again, but I can never go back to the past.

yes, you can't go back to the way it used to be.

Feng Huanhuan hugged Dong Xiang's waist tightly, took out something from his arms, stuffed it into the clothes on Dong Xiang's chest, tried to raise his face, looked at Dong Xiang's face, stretched out his trembling hand, and stroked Brother Xiang's face: "Brother Xiang..."

At this time, Feng Huanhuan was getting weaker and weaker, except for his heartbeat being very strong, some too powerful, there was no extra strength in his body.

"When I was a kid... You... You said you wanted me to call you... Calling you a husband, now... I'll call you Xianggong again... You'll also promise... Promise me? Feng Huanhuan's face was a little moist, it was Dong Xiang's tears.

"Yes, Huanhuan, I am your father-in-law, you can call it, I also want to hear you call me Xianggong." Dong Xiang couldn't bear to lower his head, afraid that the only bit of faith he had left would collapse again the moment he saw Huanhuan.

Feng Huanhuan squeezed out his last bit of strength and let out a mischievous laugh: "I don't, I'm going to call Brother Xiang, I'm going to call Brother Xiang wherever I am, and I'm going to call Brother Xiang until I die." ”

He has always been her brother Xiang.

Dong Xiang also tried hard to squeeze out a smile, and said dryly: "Brother Xiang can be called when there are only two of us." ”

But Feng Huanhuan could no longer argue with him about whether it was Xianggong or Brother Xiang, and the hand that was stroking Dong Xiang's face also fell.

Dong Xiang hurriedly caught Feng Huanhuan's hand, he couldn't hold it back, tears gushed out, and he opened his mouth wide and let out a silent roar.

After sitting with Feng Huanhuan in his arms for a long time, he still picked up Feng Huanhuan, approached his east room, and laid Feng Huanhuan flat on his bed.

Turning around, he was about to leave, thinking for a moment, thinking that he should still put Huanhuan in her west room, and picked up Huanhuan and walked out of his east room.

Before entering Huanhuan's West House, Dong Xiang stopped again, and decided to put Huanhuan in his East House.

As soon as he put down Huanhuan again and sorted out Huanhuan's clothes and makeup, Dong Xiang remembered Huanhuan's sentence again, "I don't, I will be called Brother Xiang, I will be called Brother Xiang wherever I am, and I will be called Brother Xiang until I die." ”

sighed, maybe for Huanhuan, the best memory between him and himself is the time when he called himself Brother Xiang.

That's it, that's it, just call Brother Xiang, she can do whatever she wants.

He picked up Huanhuan again, went into her Westroom, and put Huanhuan on her own embroidery bed.

After tossing for a long time, a handkerchief fell out of his arms, Dong Xiang knew this handkerchief, and it was because of this handkerchief that Huanhuan would be inseparable from him for so many years.

It can be seen that many layers of thread have been folded on the veil, and I think it is constantly renovating the patterns and verses on it, an unknown flower, and a poem:

The heart is leisurely to send you away, unforgettable night rain.

Tears rippled looking forward to the king's return, dressed in golden wisps.

The mountains are looking at the king's road, and the thoughts are not gone.

Don't forget to go back to the murmuring water, and tie the knot together.

"Tie the knot... Tie the knot..."Dong Xiang muttered this poem, compared to the more than 400 poems he saw in Qingling City five years ago, this one at this time made Dong Xiang's heart ache even more.

He put the veil on his face and let out a muffled cry.

…………

Zhao Yingqi and his entourage of five people got off their horses, stood at the gate of the small courtyard, glanced at each other, pushed open the courtyard door, and pushed open the door.

I saw Dong Xiang sitting at the table in despair, with only a few simple side dishes and two pots of wine on the table, and there was no reaction to the arrival of Zhao Yingqi and the five people.

Zhao Yingqi looked at the three rooms, which were no different from when he sneaked in from the Fangcaozhai warehouse at the back, the only difference was that on the bed board where he came in, Feng Huanhuan was lying, very peaceful.

Zhao Yingqi came out of the east room where Feng Huanhuan was lying and once again set his eyes on Dong Xiang.

Picked up the two flasks on the table and sniffed each.

Well, sure enough, one of the bottles has almost no taste of wine, and it seems that it has been added to the incineration powder, and the power of the wine has been exerted under the effect of the medicinal power.

Zhao Yingqi looked at the West House opposite, it was a woman's boudoir, and Zhao Yingqi made up Feng Huanhuan's room in his own mind.

"You did it, didn't you?" Zhao Yingqi sat opposite Dong Xiang.

“……”

"Aren't you going to say something now?" Zhao Yingqi looked at Dong Xiang's red eyes and the faint tears on his face.

“……”

"Enough, why are you talking so much nonsense to him, what is there to say about this kind of traitor, Lord Shang will take it back and interrogate him strictly." It was Lian Yulong, who was annoyed by Dong Xiang's silence.

Zhao Yingqi gave Lian Yulong a look, and said to Song Lao and them: "Everyone, can you let me talk to Dong Changshi alone?" ”

Shang Ke and Lian Yulong were about to say something, but they were stopped by Song Lao waving his hand.

Everyone went out, but they were just waiting outside the courtyard gate, and Zhao Yingqi also spent Zhao Tong.

"When did you hook up with the concubine of the third prince?"

"......" Dong Xiang still sat there and did not react.

With a sigh of relief, Zhao Yingqi got up and walked to the east room and moved Feng Huanhuan, who was lying on Dong Xiang's bed, to the side.

Feeling the sound of breaking wind behind him, he quickly turned around and grabbed the hand that Dong Xiang wanted to put on his shoulder.

"Don't touch her, let her lie there properly, the matter has been revealed, and I have no shame to see Your Highness again, so kill me."

Dong Xiang's words had no beginning or end, but Zhao Yingqi still heard some clues, let go of Dong Xiang's hand, and asked, "Your Highness doesn't know about this, and I don't mean to blame you." ”

Xu heard that the third prince didn't blame him, and Xu's loyalty to the third prince was the only support for Dong Xiang for the rest of his life, and finally spoke: "Then how do you know about this place?" ”

"Do you think what you're doing is seamless?" Zhao Yingqi is putting a hook.

Dong Xiang smiled bitterly: "How could it be, how could I hide it from Mr. Zhao." ”

Zhao Yingqi watched Dong Xiang put Feng Huanhuan's body back into the distance, and took great pains to sort out the non-existent folds on Feng Huanhuan's clothes, and couldn't help asking: "I already know, why are you pretending to cover it up?" ”

"I wonder what Mr. Zhao knows?"

"The shopkeeper of Fangcao Zhai is dead, you also killed Feng Huanhuan's two subordinates, and now you have killed Feng Huanhuan, but you still want to cover up the people behind you with such a lost soul?" The first half of Zhao Yingqi's sentence is true, but the second half of the sentence is nonsense.

But Dong Xiang didn't take the bait, straightened up and regained a trace of the spirit king's mansion chief's bearing, and looked directly into Zhao Yingqi's eyes: "So what?" I am a subordinate official of His Royal Highness's palace, even if I want to be convicted, I have to be approved by His Highness, whether it is you who are white, or Lord Shang, who is a high-ranking outside, you can't convict me casually. ”

"Don't you know? Or pretend not to know? Zhao Yingqi narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at Dong Xiang's eyes tightly.

"Know what? Don't pretend to be a mystery anymore, I am a subordinate official of the Spirit King's Mansion, she is the concubine of the Spirit King, at best, it is just a matter in the Spirit King's Mansion, what are you doing here? ”

Zhao Yingqi stared at Dong Xiang's eyes for a long time, but he still couldn't see anything unusual, did he really not know that the third prince was dead?

Recall the whereabouts of Dong Xiang on the twenty-ninth night of the lunar month, as well as the whereabouts of Feng Huanhuan on Chinese New Year's Eve.

Zhao Yingqi suddenly frowned, and an inexplicable thought came to his mind: Aren't these two people conspiring?

The more I think about it, the more it feels likely, if the two of them are conspiring, why should two people choose to find the same person in different places at different times - the shopkeeper of Fangcao Zhai? At the same time, Feng Huanhuan, as the concubine of the third prince, does not know martial arts, and it is too risky to go out of the city alone. And this courtyard is so secretive, why does Dong Xiang have to go to the store when he is looking for the shopkeeper of Fangcao Zhai, isn't it even more hidden here?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yingqi set his eyes on Feng Huanhuan who was lying on the bed.

Dong Xiang hurriedly blocked Zhao Yingqi's sight with his body, but it was Feng Huanhuan's body that was in the way, not the passage on the side.

This made Zhao Yingqi more determined: "Dong Changshi, don't worry, can you ask Dong Changshi to move his wife's body away, Zhao has something to show Dong Changshi." ”

Zhao Yingqi saw that Dong Xiang had no intention of moving, so he had to throw out another hook: "Dong Changshi wants to know why Mrs. has such a small courtyard?" ”

Dong Xiang's slightly frowning movement made Zhao Yingqi see it clearly and bite the hook!

"Dong Changshi, how about taking a look? Maybe it will surprise Dong Changshi? ”

Dong Xiang's eyes rolled, he turned around and picked up Feng Huanhuan, put him on the bed in the West House, and then turned back to the East House.

Zhao Yingqi looked at Dong Xiang's gentle appearance of hugging Feng Huanhuan, as well as the tender and sad eyes, and the doubts in his heart deepened.

Reaching out and lifting the bed next to the bed, groping where it had been open the last time I came.

No, the secret door under this bed is one-way! You can only get to the small courtyard here from the warehouse over there, but the small courtyard here can't lead to the warehouse!

This is very unreasonable, so if Feng Huanhuan, who is not martial arts, is blocked here, wouldn't there be no way out?

Feng Huanhuan is an outcast, or a puppet who has been unilaterally manipulated but doesn't know the black hand behind it!

In desperation, Zhao Yingqi took out the Miao knife he had just taken from his waist, inserted it into the bed board fiercely, and carried it with a fierce internal force.

Finally opened the secret door.

Dong Xiang watched Zhao Yingqi's movements from the side, although he didn't want Zhao Yingqi to destroy everything in the house, but there was no way, Zhao Yingqi, who couldn't beat the head armor at all, could only stay on the sidelines and watch, and was surprised to see that there was a secret passage under the bedboard.

Thinking of Feng Huanhuan's two healthy women, the connection between the healthy women and Fangcao Zhai, and this hidden hideout, he suddenly understood that this place was the secret connection between Feng Huanhuan and the forces behind him, and at the same time, he saw this secret door that could only be opened in one direction, and also understood Feng Huanhuan's dangerous position in all this.

Dong Xiang was even more tormented in his heart, and sure enough, she was just being manipulated by others.

At this time, Zhao Yingqi had already gone down to the secret passage, and Dong Xiang hurriedly followed.

The two came out of the warehouse from the secret passage to Fangcaozhai, Dong Xiang looked at the herbs in the warehouse, and also understood something, the forces behind Feng Huanhuan were only afraid that they also had a close connection with Fangcaozhai and even the royal family of Jinguo.

"Dong Changshi, should you have something to say to me now?"

Seeing that Dong Xiang was still very hesitant, Zhao Yingqi decided to throw the last hook out as well: "The third prince said on his deathbed, 'We must let Dong Changshi avenge this king!'" ’”

"What? His Highness is dead? Sure enough, Dong Xiang was very shocked at this time.

Zhao Yingqi also got some information again from Dong Xiang's reaction, this Dong Xiang was not the murderer of the third prince, and he was not the same person as Feng Huanhuan.

Dong Xiang learned about the death of the third prince from Zhao Yingqi and other things that Zhao Yingqi knew, and he still looked unbelievable.

About a quarter of an hour later, Dong Xiang seemed to understand something, dragged a box from the side, did not wipe the dust on it, sat directly on it, and said to Zhao Yingqi: "Mr. Zhao, I am sure that I have no ability to avenge His Highness, if Mr. Zhao is willing to do it for me, I am willing to tell Mr. Zhao a story of love and hate, I wonder if Mr. Zhao is interested?" ”