"Uncle Zhong."

As soon as he called, a rickety figure walked out of the doorway.

Xie Zhong, as his name suggests, is the most faithful old servant of the town king, and whenever he is in this town king's mansion, as long as the master calls him lightly, he can appear in time. I have to say that this is also a kind of ability.

"The old slave is here."

"You have been with my father for decades, do you know that he has any other property besides the palace?"

"Returning to the little prince, the old slave has served the master for three generations. has been with the old prince for fifty-eight years and eighty-two days, and when the old prince wears open crotch pants, the old slave is also waiting for him with a soak of and urine. The old slave dared to guarantee that the old prince would be clean and self-conscious, and would not raise women outside. He takes whatever he likes home. ”

Sidestep the question.

Xie Yin couldn't help but have a cold face when he heard this, he had long been unwilling to see this housekeeper Xie Zhong. A few times outside Linghu Qiushui's residence, I encountered him sneakily dodging.

An old man, who always appears near people's boudoirs, has a suspicious appearance.

I really don't know what intentions I have.

He once told Xie Anshi about this, but his father saw that he was old and seemed to be quite partial to him, so he did not pursue it.

The tone was a little heavier.

"I mean, as you know, where does my father usually go in this situation?"

"Oh, the old prince usually takes me wherever he goes, and he takes me with him when he goes to the Qinglou when he is young. But in the past few years, my legs and feet have been clumsy, and the old prince thinks I am walking slowly, so he refuses to take me. ”

"Okay, let's go."

For this kind of old and confused person, Xie Yin completely lost his temper.

"Little prince, are you really okay?"

"It's gone."

Xie Zhong bowed down and retreated outside the door.

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he turned back and said, "Oh, by the way, I forgot something. In the past, when there was something, the old prince would usually go to the northern suburbs of the city to discuss with Mr. Yao. ”

Xie Yin listened and almost bounced.

"Who is Mr. Yao? Where does he live? ”

"Mr. Yao's name is Yao Zhengxiao, he is a jinshi in the eighth year of the Zhenguan Shenjun era, and he is one of the few friends of the old prince, and he is a ......."

"Get down to business."

Xie Yin couldn't help but yell.

After finally learning from Xie Zhong about the Peach Blossom Paradise where Yao Zhengxiao lived, Xie Yin had already rushed out.

Angry horses, galloping.

At this time, the city gate was closed, but seeing that it was Xie Yin, the gatekeeper hurriedly opened the city gate.

These soldiers were originally subordinates of the king of Zhen, and they were also respectful to Xie Yinna.

Out of the city gate to the north, between the Chijiang River and the city, there is a huge peach forest, and Mr. Yao lives in the peach forest.

If Xie Zhong hadn't told him, he really didn't know that there were still people living in the peach forest.

He came out in a hurry, and he went with him.

By the moonlight, it was not easy to find the winding path that Xie Zhong said, the branches were full of branches, and he could no longer walk the horse, so he had to dismount and walk.

Although it is not the season of peach blossoms, there is still a fragrance in the air, which makes people's pores almost drunk.

Xie Yin had no intention of appreciating it.

After walking for a mile or so, I saw a stream in front of me, and next to the stream, there was a small bamboo building. From the window, you can also see the lights coming from the bamboo building.

Xie Yin's heart was excited, as if he had seen Xie Anshi and a scribe talking in detail under the lamp, studying the situation between the enemy and the enemy.

"Father's ......"

He felt like he had been lost and regained, and he was so excited that he almost cried.

I was afraid that my father would not like it when he saw it, so he quickly wiped his face and ran over happily.

The bamboo door was hidden, and there was no sound inside.

Xie Yin chuckled and knocked on the door.

Seeing that no one should respond. After a few more knocks, he cleared his throat and shouted, "Is Mr. Yao here?" ”

The answer to him was still dead silence.

It was as if the people inside had fallen asleep and forgot to turn off the lights.

He had no choice but to push it gently, but what he didn't expect was a fresh smell of blood.

No one will be unfamiliar with the smell of blood, the slaughter of chickens and sheep...... Even if you are a prince, Xie Yin has seen a lot of bloody scenes.

There has never been a blood, but there is no such richness as it is now.

Xie Yin couldn't help but whimper and vomit because he saw a miserable picture.

A piece of bamboo collapsed, littering with fragments of flesh and blood. Inside the room, all kinds of minced meat and limbs were thrown all over the floor.

This is not the flesh and blood of chickens and sheep, but of people.

Xie Yin's heart was beating faster, and a rush of blood rushed to the top of his head, almost making him faint.

He was terrified, for the first time in eighteen years.

He wasn't afraid of a room full of blood, scrap of flesh all over the floor. What he feared was that there was a share of his father's share in this flesh.

No, Father will not die.

When my father is dead, the sky is falling.

The sky will not fall.

He read silently, barely trying to stabilize his mind. Only then did I realize that there was a round head on the ground, and there were only two hands and two feet in the wreckage.

It was only one person who died, and this head was not Xie Anshi's head.

Xie Yin's hanging heart was relieved at this time.

If this is Xie Anshi's head, it is estimated that not only the Xie family, but even the sky of the Great Jin is about to collapse.

The deceased was a middle-aged man with three long strands of hair fluttering on his chin.

Although his face was covered with blood and his expression was even distorted with fear, it could still be seen that he should have been a graceful and merry scribe during his lifetime.

It's just that those two dead and protruding eyes are full of endless fear. It's as if you've seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

This should be Yao Zhengxiao.

After all, he was a friend of his father, and he died so miserably, Xie Yin couldn't bear it, and he really didn't want to watch this picture again.

Exiting the outside of the bamboo house, a gust of wind blew, which made him sober up a lot. He let out a long breath of air, and his mind began to racing.

Who killed Yao Zhengxiao? No robbers.

This is a border town, stationed in the Great Jin Dynasty million heavy armor, which is inherently not suitable for the survival of bandits.

Besides, although the scenery here is good, but it's just a bamboo house, what's there to do?

In addition, the king of the town was born in the army, and he is an expert in fighting robbers and bullies, and under his governance, although he does not close his door at night, he does not leave the road behind.

But the Haiyan River is clear, and the singing and dancing are leveling, which is indeed a great governance.

If it's a love killing, it's a vendetta killing. It should be the kind of hatred of taking a wife and killing a father, so that a person can become that miserable phenomenon.

The important thing is, did my father ever come here?

Looking at the scene, Yao Zhengxiao should have died not long ago, and the blood on the ground was even hot.

If he had come earlier, he might have been able to ask Yao Zhengxiao about his father's whereabouts.

The clues that Xie Yin had finally gotten were interrupted like this, and he was shocked into a cold sweat for no reason, and he suddenly felt a sense of loss.

But after thinking about it, I couldn't help but gasp, the murder in front of me was estimated to have happened in half an hour. The murderer......

Could the murderer be nearby, or would he just hide in the shadows in some corner, staring at himself?

Just thinking about it, Xie Yin suddenly felt that there was a slight chill in his pores.