A small boat near the Moon Worship Workshop instantly burst into flames.

"What's going on?" Someone asked.

Even if an arrow accidentally misses another ship, how can it suddenly cause such a big fire?

Everyone ran to the railing to check on the situation. The moon worshipper pointed to the burning ship and shouted, "That's a small cargo ship that supplies alcohol. ”

"Oh my God, look! There were people on board. The crowd at the front exclaimed.

"Ah......h Ah......h

A man covered in fire ran out of the cabin, screaming in the sky-high flames, which made people tremble to hear.

Jin Jiaojiao's thoughts were chaotic, Ouyang Qingzhi, the mast, Ouyang Qingluo, and the burning ship...... The same person as the little fire ball.

After a few short seconds, all the people and things in my mind tended to be small black dots when they saw the clear and clear eyes in the fire, and gradually replaced by blankness.

Zhao Bingyu also found that the little burning man on the boat who was running out was the homeless/girl he met on the street not long ago.

He didn't have time to think about how she could suddenly appear on that boat, and he immediately went to save people with light skills.

Jin Jiaojiao grabbed his arm and stopped Zhao Bingyu.

"Don't go, danger! That's the ...... that transports wine."

"Be careful!!"

With a bang, the hull of the ship exploded in all directions, the sky was as bright as day, and the deafening explosion drowned out everyone's words.

The moon worship workshop was also shaken violently a few times, and the people on the boat swayed left and right, and it took a while to hold on to the fence and stand firm. Jin Jiaojiao was covered by Zhao Bingyu's ears and protected in his arms, after the explosion, the fire over there became more violent, and the crackling fire was wrapped in billowing black smoke and rushed towards the night sky and the full moon.

A living life was thus consumed by a merciless fire. In the mixed crowd, I don't know who shouted: "Miss Ouyang has killed someone." ”

And Ouyang Qingzhi herself was still on stage, supported by the boss Wangyue, her face was pale and at a loss.

There were many ladies on the ship, all of whom were frightened by this sudden change.

Wangyue immediately ordered his subordinates to dock, and asked the maids to appease the nobles and guide them to the third floor to rest.

Yan Huaizhen hesitated for a while before he came to the stage and took his fiancée to the third floor wing. Jin Jiaojiao searched around the crowd, and Ouyang Qingluo was nowhere to be seen.

The confusion is flooding again, how could that orphan girl appear on the boat carrying wine to the moon worship for no reason? If Ouyang Qingluo's target is not his sister, it is ......

It's that orphan girl!

Did they set up such a big game just to kill a thirteen or fourteen-year-old homeless child?

Jin Jiaojiao herself couldn't believe this assumption, but her intuition told her that the girl's identity was definitely not simple, not so simple that her existence threatened the master behind Ouyang Qingluo, and Ouyang Qingzhi was just a pawn in Ouyang Qingluo's mission, and by the way, she took revenge on the resentment against her in her heart.

After the ship docked, the people from the government went on the boat to ask the boss Wangyue about the details of the burning ship. After understanding the situation clearly, he evacuated the people on the boat one by one, and invited Ouyang Qingzhi, who had accidentally shot an arrow, back to the yamen for questioning.

It had been a day since Jin Jiaojiao and Zhao Bingyu got off the boat, and the fire on the boat had become much smaller, leaving only the scorched wood on the South Lake.

The people on the shore sighed one after another: Fortunately, the boat had sailed close to the middle of the South Lake, and it did not affect the people on the shore.

There was no problem with this, but Jin Jiaojiao's ears were indeed cold and ruthless, could it be that the people on the ship should die?

Before landing, they never saw Ouyang Qingluo again, as if this person had never appeared on the boat, Shen Miao'er was quite frightened, and as soon as the carriage of the Lin Mansion came, she returned to the house with Lin Shilang.

As soon as Xi'er and An An heard that there was a boat explosion in Nanhu, they rushed over, and finally found their respective masters in the crowd, and checked the two of them back and forth like old mothers before settling down.

"Miss, let's hurry back to the house, don't let the master worry." Xi'er urged.

Jin Jiaojiao looked absent-minded, her eyes looking around.

"But what did you find?" Zhao Bingyu is rarely serious.

Jin Jiaojiao was not 100% sure of her guess, shook her head and planned to go back to her home.

Suddenly, a familiar figure walked out of the side of the cabin on the first floor of the Moon Worship Fang, Jin Jiaojiao approached the shore to take a look, and found that the person was actually Gai San, who was working at his own dock before.

Gai San was convicted of the case of damage to the Jin family's medicinal materials, and never returned to the Jin family after being released from prison. She suddenly remembered that the familiar man's voice was Gaisan.

Jin Jiaojiao was even more puzzled, if Gai San was Ouyang Qingluo's person, then was they also instructed by her to destroy the medicinal materials before?

But this can't be said, Ouyang Qingluo can't be schizophrenic, while helping her sister get the man she likes, and secretly plotting to let her kill innocent people by mistake and fall into the target of public criticism.

If it is not, then there is only one reason that makes sense, Gai San is just an eyeliner planted by the master behind Ouyang Qingluo in the Jin family.

Jin Jiaojiao's heart was beating wildly, she thought that she was safe and self-contained, although she was greedy for vanity, but she did not do her best to participate in partisan disputes.

Gai San had disappeared, Jin Jiaojiao glanced at the various dignitaries, and felt incredible, who else was not within the scope of that person's plan?

Wangyue, the owner of the Tibetan Flower Fragrance Pavilion, sent the people from the government away, handed over the affairs on the shipyard to the next person to deal with, and then returned to the Tim Xiang Pavilion.

She retired from the maid she was serving and went back to her bedroom alone.

Only a small yellowish lamp was lit in the outer room, and the huge bedroom looked deserted. Wangyue took a piece of good agarwood from the dark grid and put it on it, and the white smoke slowly drifted out of the incense burner, walking around the beam in the dim light.

After doing everything, Wangyue went back to the rocking chair in the inner room and lay down, took a deep breath of air, and felt comfortable physically and mentally.

Suddenly, there was a soft noise from the windowsill, a bit like the sound of a wild cat entering the house at night. Wangyue closed her eyes and didn't lift her eyelids.

It didn't take long for a slender and shriveled figure to be cast onto the screen and knelt down in front of Wangyue.

"Pavilion Master, everything has been taken care of according to your orders."

Wangyue slowly raised her eyelids to look at the visitor, frowned and said angrily: "It's a little cold at night, why don't you dry your hair and come back, girls should take care of their bodies." ”

The person who came was a little flattered, "Thank you for your concern, the little girl is fine." ”

It was the little girl who secretly sent food to Chen Nian before. The hair was wet, and there were still some small droplets of water left between the strands.

"This is the pleadings found from Chen Nian's master and servant, please take a look." Xiaoya put the pleadings in Wangyue's hand.

She will personally escort Chen Nian's master and servant to the Moon Worship Fang, and before the explosion, she took the pleadings and jumped into the lake and swam away, only changing her clothes in a hurry, and she didn't have time to fix her hair.

Wangyue pulled up her sleeves and took them from her hand and put them on the desk beside her, as if she didn't care about what they had been planning for months.

"Xiaoya, how long have you been with me?" Wang Yue suddenly asked a digression.

Xiaoya didn't think about it, and blurted out: "Three years and five months." If it hadn't been for the pavilion master to take me in, Xiaoya would have starved to death on the streets. ”

"It's been so long, it's really time flies." Wangyue stood up and walked towards the dark grid, "You come with me." ”

"I'll give you some money, and if you find a chance, you can leave this place of right and wrong, and never come back."

"Thank you, Pavilion Master." Xiaoya was overjoyed and did not refuse.

Over the years, he has stayed by Wangyue's side to do things, and he has to wear a mask every day to act. Like deceiving Chen Nian and leading her to a wine boat, she can't tell how many cases she has memorized. She was tired of this kind of worrying days.

Wangyue opened the dark grid, and suddenly turned around suddenly, Xiaoya only felt that a cold light flashed in front of her, and the cold and sharp dagger had already neatly slashed through her slender white neck, her eyes were wide open, and the joy in it was not completely covered by shock.

Wangyue held her crumbling body and gently rested on the ground and closed her eyes.

"From now on you are free."

Xiaoya didn't even show the slightest expression of pain and fear on her face.

Wangyue took out a handkerchief, wiped the blood on the dagger, and put it back into the dark compartment. Turning to the dark bed curtain, he sneered, "Come out, the show is over, haven't you had enough of it?" ”

Behind the curtain of the bed came a cold-faced man with a knife, who was the scar guard beside the purple-clothed young man in Laoyue Tower before.

He said, "She can't be free, and the dead souls will follow her all the way to the eighteenth level of hell for evil spirits." ”

Wangyue snorted, "Chichi, you're still so bad." ”

The scar man was noncommittal.

"Your hands are no less than this girl's." Wangyue washed his hands and sniffed, feeling that there was still a lingering smell of blood.

Fortunately, incense was burned indoors in advance, and she hated the smell of blood the most.

Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why don't you worry about yourself?" ”

The scar man seemed to smile, but there was no change in expression on his face, and he said lightly: "We are the evil ghosts who climbed up from the eighteenth layer of hell, aren't we?" ”

Wang Yue snorted coldly, which was regarded as a rebuttal, picked up the pleadings on the table and stretched out to the lamp, and the flames took advantage of the momentum to climb and rise.

Chen Nianqian's pleadings from Yangzhou that he protected with his fragile life turned to ashes in the blink of an eye......

"In a few days, Liu Xuan and Liu Siqing of Dali Temple should leave for Yangzhou secretly, what instructions does His Highness have?" Wangyue asked.

"Your Highness has ordered you to secretly protect his life, and if necessary, pass him some important evidence."

"Alas, it is estimated that in a few days, another Highness will order me to kill Liu Xuanhe and extinguish my mouth!" Wang Yue smiled lightly: "One let me protect and the other let me kill, their family is really embarrassing." ”

"Why don't we change it?" Scar Man said.

Wang Yue glanced at him, and said in his heart that this man is really bland, he can even make a joke so expressionless, serious.

She refused: "Hehe, the temperament of that highness, or you are more suitable to stay by his side." ”

……

The people by the South Lake have been dispersed by the people of the government, and Jin Jiaojiao got into the carriage with a heavy heart, preparing to go home.

Zhao Bingyu was rarely quiet, he didn't say a few words after the ship exploded, and the whole person was a little deep. There was so much going on tonight that they couldn't digest it for a while.

An An and Xi'er sat outside the frame, the carriage driving on the empty street, the street lights were still there, and the population was gone.

When passing through the uneven section of the road, Jin Jiaojiao didn't sit down and leaned to the side with the carriage, Zhao Bingyu sat at the other end and stretched out his hand to support her, and was about to pull her back, Jin Jiaojiao suddenly felt that her ass was smacked by something.

"Wait, there's something." Jin Jiaojiao lifted the cushion and took out the unidentified object that was crumpled underneath.

When I shook it open, it turned out to be a woman's light-colored belly pocket! It is covered with red handwriting, and it looks like the pen peak is not a word that can be written by an ordinary brush, but more like someone biting his finger to write the text.

The belly pocket emitted an unpleasant smell, and the two of them barely recognized it by candlelight, which turned out to be a blood letter to Tan Gu, the capital of Yangzhou Prefecture!