The reddish-yellow moon streaked across the treetops, deflected past the eaves, and slowly fell to the far west.

It's the second watch, Jin Jiaojiao is not sleepy, and every breath seems to be cautious.

When she took a deep breath, her chest would inevitably rise and fall sharply, and the intimacy through the fabric also made her tremble, and she was afraid that the violent heartbeat would be felt by Zhao Bingyu, who was half-pressed on her side through the thin flesh and clothing.

Her neck was about to harden into a stiff stone, but her subconscious thought was: If Zhao Bingyu didn't move, so would she.

"My wife deliberately hid from my father-in-law, do you have any other plans?"

A warm breath sprinkled on the pinna of her ear, Zhao Bingyu turned his head and faced her side face. Jin Jiaojiao tried her best to maintain her calmness, and the coldness of her arms was crazy and suppressed the heat wave that naturally rose in her body.

"Chen Nian handed over the blood book to you, so naturally it should be up to you to decide what to do with it."

"I listen to my wife." Zhao Bingyu stared at the person in front of him, he pressed on the side of her left ventricle, how could he not feel her accelerated heartbeat, but the indifference of her appearance would always give him the illusion that she was just a bystander.

Unless you step on her minefield, you will never be able to get a glimpse of her loss of control and sincerity.

Zhao Bingyu felt that he was quite perverted, and what he wanted to see most at this moment was the out-of-control Jin Jiaojiao.

"We are a family, and I will do whatever my wife says." He said it lightly.

The weight of the word family is heavy, which means that we share weal and beg, and we depend on each other for good and woe. The two fell into deep thought almost at the same time:

Jin Jiaojiao: Does he really want to marry himself? Or is it the gambler's psychology? For the sake of money, you can ignore fame and life and death, and there are some other emotions mixed in here?

Zhao Bingyu: My wife, my princess, the person I want to hold for the rest of my life, does she really want to marry me? Will she lose control for me one day?

Immediately, the two of them coincidentally found various reasons for themselves.

Jin Jiaojiao said in her heart, isn't it difficult to become her for money? She still doesn't understand that it was the surname Kim who gave her everything. And Zhao Bingyu was once again sure that he was sick! Could it be that if she doesn't want to marry herself, she will watch her marry someone else? Giving away a huge fortune that was originally at your fingertips?

No way.

Even if he dies, he will enter the Jin family tree, and sleep in the same cave with Jin Jiaojiao a hundred years later!

Zhao Bingyu propped up his elbows, and the two of them were in a posture of facing each other up and down, their eyes inevitably colliding together, and each other was out of the rhythm of breathing.

Jin Jiaojiao said suddenly: "You go, why don't you cancel the marriage contract here, I will give you a lot of money, a lot." ”

There is no half-joke and falsehood in the eyes.

Zhao Bingyu stared at her, "If you don't retract this sentence, I'll ......" His gaze slipped from her smooth white forehead to her thick black eyelashes......

dragged his tone, as if he was planning a punishment.

Jin Jiaojiao was very awkward, such a posture was not as pleasant as lying on her, and she said without confidence: "What's it?" ”

"Just kiss you, kiss until you take it back." Zhao Bingyu hooked the corners of his mouth.

Jin Jiaojiao stopped talking, and her mind was thinking about what it was like to "kiss to retract the words she said" in a moment?

And why does he always deflect heavy topics in a bizarre and unorthodox way?

If he could, Zhao Bingyu wanted to punish him now. Isn't it just the calculation of power in the court, isn't it that they are in the dark in the Ming, even if the Jin family really has an accident one day because they are involved in it, he doesn't believe that he can't protect them if he gives up everything.

Zhao Bingyu lowered his head a few points, Jin Jiaojiao's pupils dilated, and reflexively pressed against his chest, both of them stopped breathing, and Zhao Bingyu sat up.

The punishment was almost true.

Jin Jiaojiao also sat up, her back to him, feeling like a prisoner who had been released from prison.

"The blood book can't be handed over to Lord Liu of the Criminal Department in the name of my Jin family, I have to find a way to secretly send my belly pocket to Lord Liu, and I have to make him believe that this is not a prank."

Chen Nian had been blown to ashes and no one could confirm her identity, and a belly pocket that appeared out of thin air didn't mean anything.

"Leave it to me." Zhao Bingyu stood up, paced a few steps at the table, patted his chest and said confidently: "Rest assured, wife, I promise to complete the task." ”

"What do you want?" Jin Jiaojiao didn't believe him.

Zhao Bingyu raised his eyebrows at her, pretending to be mysterious, "Keep it secret." ”

It's just to visit Liu's Mansion at night again, and by the way, send some "small gifts" to your own uncle.

The explosion of the wine boat on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival was so sensational, plus a blood book, as long as the form of the gift was special enough. With the personalities of Liu Yeping and Liu Xuanhe, if you go to the yamen to inquire carefully, you will definitely find it clear.

Jin Jiaojiao frowned, and wanted to say more, Zhao Bingyu hurriedly pulled her up, placed her on the bed, and lay down on the quilt.

"It's getting late, my wife can rest in a few days, and be my bride in three days, and I'll take care of everything else."

"Don't ...... you"

"Shhhh Sleep, sleep, purr, scareless. Zhao Bingyu patted the quilt gently, like coaxing a child.

Jin Jiaojiao was already immune to his nervousness, and she didn't bother to ask anymore, turned her back to him, and said angrily: "What are you sleeping!" I haven't washed up yet! ”

A certain fool who pretended to be amorous took his hand away awkwardly, retreated to the table and carefully put away the belly pocket of the blood book, and told Jin Jiaojiao to rest early before going out, it was just another mother-in-law's An An.

Xi'er and An An sat side by side on the stone steps of the courtyard gate to admire the moon and chat, not even noticing when Zhao Bingyu had walked behind them.

Zhao Bingyu coughed lightly and interrupted the good deeds of the two, "Xi'er, serve your young lady to rest early, and I will take An An first." ”

Xi'er smiled and bowed, "Yes, uncle." ”

This uncle was extremely useful, and Zhao Bingyu didn't go back to the side courtyard until he returned to the courtyard, and his heart was still floating in the sky above Jin Jiaojiao's courtyard.

As soon as he returned to the courtyard, Zhao Bingyu asked An An to prepare bows and arrows, cotton wool and other tools for himself.

An An looked puzzled and asked, "What is Your Highness doing with these things?" ”

After all, Nanhu had just exploded because of a deflected arrow with fire, what was he going to do at such a sensitive moment?

"Just do what my wife told you to do. Don't ask, go ahead and prepare. Zhao Bingyu hurriedly pushed An An out of the room.

Hehe, he shouldn't have asked, An An looked at the locked door and was speechless for a moment, but obediently went to prepare the things that Zhao Bingyu ordered.

Zhao Bingyu went back to the room to make a simple fire bucket, then changed into black clothes, took the prepared tools, and disappeared on the eaves of the side courtyard.

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The curfew is lifted every festival in Bianjing, and the people can indulge in enjoyment, but the people in the government are not idle, and they need to take turns to keep watch and maintain the safety of the people in Bianjing. When the government is too busy, it will borrow people from Dali Temple and even the Criminal Department.

The night was dark, Liu Xuanhe was busy until the third watch before returning to Liu's house, and he had already changed shifts with his colleagues on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival this year, and was ready to accompany his father Liu Yeping to have a good holiday. Before he returned home, he heard a deafening explosion in the direction of Nanhu, the sound was huge, and for the safety of the imperial city, he had to quickly take people to Nanhu to check.

When they arrived, the people of the government were evacuating the people of the Moon Worship Workshop, and the explosion of the wine boat was in flames, and there was no way to extinguish the fire. The people of Dali Temple had to help evacuate the people for the time being.

I heard that there was a girl on the drinking boat that was on fire, and she was blown to pieces on the spot. Liu Xuanhe blamed himself in his heart, they would strengthen their defense every holiday, but fireworks and explosions like this were still impossible to prevent, and another living life was lost.

Someone in the crowd sighed: "Alas, I saw this girl a few days ago, it's pitiful." ”

"yes, who would have thought that she would run to the wine ship of Tim Xiang Pavilion! It is estimated that he was very hungry, and sneaked onto the wine boat while the boatman was not paying attention to find something to eat. ”

"Looking at the age of only thirteen or fourteen, when I saw her on the street before, I was accompanied by a sick middle-aged woman, I don't know if she was also on the boat."

"They don't look like flowers from Bianjing, but like they come from somewhere else."

"The ship is burning like this, who knows if it's on the ship. The corpses were all turned to ashes. ”

The more Liu Xuanhe listened, the more strange he became, why was only the girl running out of the cabin when it caught fire? What about the boatmen? Regardless of the middle-aged woman mentioned by everyone, even if the woman is sick and weak, and she can't run out of the cabin and jump into the water when she catches fire, what about the boatman? It's not like you don't have the ability to escape.

He questioned a few of the people present, but they all said that they had not seen the boatman.

The eyes of the surrounding pleasure boats and the people on both sides of the strait were all on the singing and dancing performances of the moon worship workshop, and they did not notice the boat carrying the drinks, and everyone almost only paid attention to the fire in the first moment, and from beginning to end they only saw the girl screaming and running out of the fire and then being destroyed by the explosion, and indeed never saw the boatman.

But the boat can't sail to the moon worship house by itself, unless the girl knows how to steer the boat, otherwise it can't be said.

Everything has an unusual atmosphere.

The identity of the girl who died on the boat was unknown, and after the people of the government interrogated Ouyang Qingzhi, they confirmed that it was an accident.

For the time being, the case was characterized as an accidental fire case.

After Liu Xuanhe ventilated with the government, he went to the moon worship workshop to inspect the mast canvas, and indeed found no traces of man-made.

The unusual, and all of them are confirmed one by one, it is a simple accident.

But after all, the case is still the responsibility of the people in the government, and Liu Xuanhe is not good at overstepping his duties no matter how suspicious he is, so he has to help finish up and go home until the middle of the night.

Physical and mental exhaustion.

Liu Yeping had already fallen asleep, and there was no lively atmosphere to celebrate the festival in the house. Since the death of Liu Xuan and his mother, Liu's mansion has gradually become the cold and deserted appearance it is now, and the father and son are busy with official business, and the home has become more and more homeless.

The little maid brought hot water, Liu Xuanhe took off his robe on duty, and suddenly keenly noticed the soft sound of foot tiles on the roof.

"Catch a thief, catch a thief, a thief has broken in." The sound of an emergency call came from the outer courtyard.

Liu Xuanhe picked up the saber on the desk and rushed to the courtyard to check.

"Who?"

"Chen's soul can't sleep, Liu Shiqing can sleep peacefully!" The sound of the emptiness seemed to come from all directions, making it impossible to distinguish where the people in the shadows were hiding.

"Your Dali Temple is really bad, you have disregarded human life so far, you can let such a tragedy happen at the feet of the Son of Heaven."

"What do you mean?"

Liu Xuanhe had no fear, patiently detected the enemy's movements, and waited for him to reveal his flaws.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow with a fiery end shot straight at him, and the family members shouted: "Protect the young master!" ”。

Liu Xuanhe didn't move his eyebrows, staring sharply at the direction where the arrow was fired, only to see a masked man in black standing on the east roof, holding an extremely ordinary bow in his hand.

"Woohoo, sorrow, sorrow."

After the man finished speaking, he jumped over the corner of the upturned eaves, his movements were as agile as a night cat, and the voice came from afar, but the man disappeared in the blink of an eye.