Feng Chengcheng saw Zhao Jingyang flipping through her diary, hurriedly put down the teacup, hurriedly walked over, grabbed the diary and hugged it tightly, and said angrily: "Don't read my diary!" ”

Zhao Jingyang just opened it and glanced at it, and the text in it was very simple.

It's like this: today, how is the mood, how is Zhao Jingyang hateful.

What is the mood today, how is the cage, how is Zhao Jingyang.

It is interspersed with some quotations from celebrities, or ancient poems and modern poems that express sorrow and resentment; Or the words of some songs, plays.

A bit naïve, but very much in line with her age and psychology.

"Good, good." Zhao Jingyang smiled and said, "I don't watch it." ”

He grabbed her waist and took her to his arms: "But don't be sad and sad all day long, sad and sad, it's not good for your health." ”

The gloomy color between her eyebrows was remarkable, and her smile was a little reluctant, but she did not resist Zhao Jingyang's embrace.

Looking at it, there is a feeling that people especially want to hold it in their arms and try to appease them - so Zhao Jingyang put it into practice.

After a storm, Feng Chengcheng whispered to Zhao Jingyang: "I want to go home and see..."

Zhao Jingyang was shirtless when he heard this, his eyes moved slightly, and he smiled: "Go home?" Feng Zhai? Okay. It's good to take a look and say goodbye to the past. ”

...

Feng Chengcheng went to Feng's house for three days in a row, and every time he came back, his mood changed slightly, and he seemed to be gradually cheerful.

Sanmao said: "The first time, she sat quietly by the flower bed in the backyard of Feng's house for half an hour, doing nothing but crying; The second time, he turned the Feng Mansion inside and out, and then sat quietly at the gate for a while, and didn't do anything. ”

He pointed to the booklet and diary placed in front of Zhao Jingyang: "The third time, that is, this morning; She wrote a few sad verses behind the gate of Feng's house and on the side of the backyard wall. He buried an entire diary in a flower bed. ”

"I wondered, if she wanted to send some information, it must be hidden in these sad words, as well as this diary."

"But this thing must have been encrypted, and I didn't find the secret inside."

Zhao Jingyang opened the booklet, which was a poem of sadness and sadness left by Feng Chengcheng on the wall of Feng's house copied by the Ministry of Wind and Rumors; The diary is the one that Zhao Jingyang saw at Feng Chengcheng a few days ago.

Sanmao continued: "The traces she left behind, we turned around and wiped them off for her. Jing Ye, if you can find out the encryption methods here, you should have a lot of gains. It can even be used to convey some of the messages we want to convey and convince the other party. ”

Zhao Jingyang bowed slightly.

"You wait here for a while." He said: "Someone in my house knows about the encryption method here. ”

Zhao Jingyang got up, took down a book from the bookshelf behind him, and opened the pages, which contained a few pieces of paper with ghostly drawings and random lines.

The paper has many wrinkles.

The source of these papers is Lu Yi.

Since Feng Chengcheng entered Zhao's house, in the past few days, Lu Yi's side has occasionally dropped some such waste paper from the window.

The internal guard found that Feng Chengcheng occasionally passed by Lu Yi's small building.

It is not excluded that Feng Chengcheng has seen the ghost drawings on these waste papers.

Erniu was thoughtful, and the internal guard collected the waste paper and handed it to Zhao Jingyang.

Looking at the chaotic lines on the waste paper, Zhao Jingyang squinted his eyes slightly, took it together with the pamphlet and diary, waved his hand at Sanmao, got up and walked out of the study.

After a while, Zhao Jingyang came to Lu Yi's small building.

Since that day, Lu Yi has been detained here for almost twenty days. During this period, Zhao Jingyang did not come once, and Lu Yi did not come out once.

There were two guards guarding the doorway. Seeing Zhao Jingyang coming, they all said: "Master Jing." ”

Zhao Jingyang waved his hand, pinched the diary and waste paper, stretched out his hand to push the door, and walked in.

Walking into the small building, the hall is deserted; It was dusty, and I think it hadn't been cleaned since that day - no old mother came in to clean it, and Lu Yi didn't clean it herself.

Zhao Jingyang walked a few steps, looked around, and climbed the stairs.

Upstairs in the bedroom, Lu Yi was sitting on a chair in front of the window, and when she heard the movement, Mu Ran's face moved slightly, and then calmed down instantly.

Then he heard the door open.

Zhao Jingyang walked in.

"Get up."

Zhao Jingyang stood in front of the dressing mirror and said, "Come here." ”

Lu Yi was like a puppet, got up, turned around, walked over, and stood in front of Zhao Jingyang.

She was dressed in pajamas, her face was slightly pale, and there was no temptation; His expression was calm, but his eyes were filled with some inexplicable grievances.

Zhao Jingyang threw the diary, pamphlet and waste paper in his hand in front of the vanity mirror, reached out and pinched Lu Yi's chin, lifted it, and looked at each other.

"I hold you up, but I don't move you; It's giving you a chance, why don't you. ”

Lu Yi pursed her lips and didn't say anything.

Zhao Jingyang smiled and shook his head: "That's it." ”

Let go of his hand and point to something on the dresser: "Come, tell me, what does the ghost drawing on the waste paper mean; Be honest about your encryption. ”

He pulled over the chair and pressed Lu Yi to sit down: "Be well-behaved, don't teach me to be rough." ”

Place a pen in front of her.

Lu Yi's eyes moved, looked at the pen, and slowly picked it up.

Suddenly, she whispered, "You never believed me, you always did." ”

Zhao Jingyang laughed: "You came with malice, but you want me to treat you sincerely?" ”

He pulled a low stool over and sat down next to him: "You have been in the door for a long time, I have given you such a long time, you should be poisoned as you should, and the news should be passed on as well, without the slightest intention of stopping." So, you're accusing me? ”

He gently put his hand on Lu Yi's shoulder, stroked her slender snow-white neck, covered her face, and with a slight force, Lu Yi turned his face to him.

"Be well-behaved and write down everything I want to know; By the way, translate these things. ”

"Beautiful women have privileges with me, but alas, you gave up. You have to understand, I'm a person who doesn't move roughly, and once I do, you can't afford to eat. ”

The narrow eyes entered the knife, and the strong spiritual power restrained Lu Yi, making her unable to think herself; Zhao Jingyang let go of the hand covering her face, and she was like a puppet, mechanically picking up the pen and starting to write mechanically.

Half an hour later, Lu Yi put down the pen.

Zhao Jingyang's hand pressed on the back of her head and stroked it gently, like soothing her lover; The light in Lu Yi's eyes dissipated, and he lowered his head, and lost his life.

Zhao Jingyang picked up the diary, booklet and waste paper, looked at the brand-new handwriting on it, stood up expressionlessly, turned around and walked out.

When he walked out of the small building, Zhao Jingyang said to the guarding guard: "Call a few people, prepare a coffin board, find a place, and bury her." ”

Neiwei was stunned for a moment, and immediately replied: "Yes, Jing Ye." ”

"Silence." Zhao Jingyang paused and admonished: "This place is guarded as usual, just as she is still there." ”

"Got it, Jing Ye."

Zhao Jingyang nodded and left.