Ye Qing, who had eaten and drunk enough, returned to the bed and lay down, thinking about the file of the Zijin Ding case of Chaotian Palace in his mind.

He muttered:

"The confessions of one hundred and ninety-three people are not the slightest abnormality or flaw, and they are perfect."

"It's just that the least and most important word test is recorded, and there is a deviation, which was told to me by the shadow guard."

Ye Qing turned over and lay down on his right side, his slender fingers caressing the bandage of the wound on his left arm, feeling a slight tingling, and continued:

"Hands into fists, now left fist and right claw."

As he spoke, he gestured to himself, also lying on the right side of the charred corpse, with his arms in his arms.

The left hand is a fist close to the bed, and the right hand is a claw close to the left arm.

Ye Qing frowned slightly and said:

"Could it be that before Ziyuan Zhenren died, he was holding something in his right hand and was taken away by someone, so he changed from a fist to a claw?"

"But if that's the case, the shadow guard said that the earliest record of the word test is to put both hands into fists."

"How could there be such an obvious falsification of the words of such a shocking case."

Thought to myself.

Because of excessive blood loss, Ye Qing, whose body vitality had not yet recovered, slowly fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn't until the end of the unitary time, when the sunset had set, and Ye Qing opened his eyes at the beginning of tomorrow.

He took a deep breath and sat up with his arms outstretched, his face full of comfort.

After recovering a lot of energy, he got out of bed and pushed open the door of the house and looked at the bright moon hanging in the sky.

The scimitar-like shape made Ye Qing stunned in place.

He murmured softly: "This month hasn't passed yet, these days are really like years." ”

Rustling!

Ye Qing's ears moved slightly, and he heard the sound of the medicine pestle crushing in the jar.

Ye Qing raised his eyes and saw President Zai, who was full of gorgeous hair, sitting in the middle of the courtyard, holding an arm-thick stone pestle in his hand, twisting in the medicine jar.

He walked up slowly, and said softly:

"Aren't you busy today?"

Mr. Zai had no distractions, looked at the medicine jar with his eyes, and said seriously:

"It's good not to be busy, not busy, it proves that no one in the neighborhood is sick."

Ye Qing, who was moved in his heart, said: "I hope that the medicine shelf will be dusty, so that people in the world will not be sick." ”

There was admiration in his eyes, and he still stared at the medicine jar with his eyes, and said in admiration:

"I wish the medicine shelves were dusty, and the people of the world would not be sick. Good poems, good poems, the benevolence of the doctor is vividly expounded. ”

"Hurry up, I'll find someone to form a couplet and hang it at the door of my medical hall."

"Stinky boy, you said you, how do you grow your brain, these quatrains, others have been thinking and meditating for a lifetime, and it is difficult to come up with a sentence."

"You come with your mouth open, just like you drink water."

When the voice falls.

Mr. Zai's hand stopped, and the rather quiet rustle dissipated into the night.

He looked up at Ye Qing, whose face was still pale, and a touch of complexity appeared in his eyes.

Seeing Ye Qing coming over, he quickly helped him put away the medicine powder in the medicine jar, his eyes became more and more complicated, and he said with concern:

"Don't be busy, I've got food in the kitchen, let's go eat."

Ye Qing nodded and said, "Cheng, I'll eat!" ”

said so, but there was no pause in his hands, and when he was done, he clapped his hands and walked towards the kitchen.

Mr. Zai stroked his beard, looked at Ye Qing's back, and only whispered when he squatted at the door and pulled rice into his mouth:

"Do you want to help the stinky boy?"

After a while.

Seeing Ye Qing get up and clean up the dishes and chopsticks, he was shocked, and as soon as his hand was strained, several gray beards appeared in his hands.

He rubbed his chin with bared teeth, looked at his shiny white beard distressedly, and said firmly:

"How can I say it, I'm also his eldest brother, if the stinky boy dies early, I can't just ask to die on the same day and month of the same year, right?"

"The old man, I have a tough body, and I still have more than ten years to live, but I can't die with him early."

Mr. Zai, who had made up his mind, waved the white beard in his hand casually.

After eating, Ye Qing said hello to President Zai and went towards the Drunken Xiang Pavilion.

Drunken Xiang Pavilion on the third floor of the private room.

Shangguan Lanxi's apricot eyes were full of curiosity and looked down at the curtain.

The dancing girl with a beautiful posture and no clothes made her cheeks crimson, and she looked at it shyly and curiously.

Seeing Shangguan Lanxi's appearance, Mo Wanqing stepped forward and stretched out her hand to cover her eyes.

"Don't look any further."

The cold voice made Shangguan Lanxi's red tongue spit lightly, pulled out Mo Wanqing's palm, dragged the other party's hand and shook it coquettishly:

"Wanqing, haven't you seen it~"

Mo Wanqing, who was helpless, poked the other party's smooth forehead dotingly.

Then, the wilted Shangguan Lanxi, thinking that Zhang Xiuran would not give him some beautiful young lady to play with her at night, so he leaned close to Mo Wanqing's ear and exhaled like Lan Dao:

"Wanqing, Zhang Xiuran has lived here for so long, he looks good, and he has money, there are so many warblers and Yanyan here, can you rest assured?"

A trace of murderous intent appeared in Mo Wanqing's eyes, but in the end, she said helplessly:

"Man, aren't they all like that?"

Shangguan Lanxi, who was also silent, said longingly after a few breaths:

"I just want to find someone who is loyal to me and grows old together."

Looking at the innocent Shangguan Lanxi, Mo Wanqing's eyes flashed.

After a while, she reached out and rubbed his head, asking, "What do you think of him?" ”

Shangguan Lanxi knew who Mo Wanqing was asking.

The scene of seeing Ye Qing yesterday came to mind.

She pinched the pale green shawl hanging on her arm, and said very seriously:

"Lanxi spring flowers and rain, carp come to the beach in the afternoon."

"Wanqing, this is a poem written by him when I first arrived yesterday and the two of us didn't know each other."

"You see, this is not the will of God."

"Wanqing, everything that happened yesterday is a thrill and throbbing that I have never experienced for so many years."

"No matter what he thinks, even if it's my wishful thinking, it probably won't be what I hoped."

"But at this moment, for the sake of this moment, I am willing to give more sincerity."

"Whether it's disobedience to the family, rebellion or rebellion, at this moment, I just want peace of mind!"

Peace......

These last two words were extremely determined, and many of the persuasions that Mo Wanqing had thought of in her heart disappeared at this moment.

She just stretched out her hand, gently stroked Shangguan Lanxi's delicate face, and said very seriously:

"I'm Mo Wanqing, so I'll accompany Shangguan Lanxi, impulsive this time."

Shangguan Lanxi, who was smiling, was like a garden with thousands of flowers withering in winter, and suddenly bloomed a charming hibiscus.

Qi Heng was stunned, and after two breaths, he quickly removed his eyes, and finally turned around.

Zhang Xiuran looked at Shangguan Lanxi, who was smiling with amazing eyes, and sincerely appreciated:

"This little girl is really naturally beautiful, and she is a little worse than my family."

Knock knock!

"Gongzi Zhang, Ye Qing asks to see you!"

Xiao San's voice sounded outside the door.

Qi Heng glanced at Zhang Xiuran, then stepped forward quickly, opened the door, and said to Ye Qing with a fist:

"Ye Gongzi, please inside."

Because of everything that happened yesterday, Ye Qing completely gained Qi Heng's respect.

Ye Qing looked at Qi Heng with an expressionless face, and the sincerity in his eyes made him smile gently, and bowed to Qi Heng and said:

"Brother Qi, boy, I can't be your request."

"If you have time, can you teach me kung fu with both hands?"

Qi Heng, who rarely leaked a smile, smiled a little stiffly, and responded without hesitation:

"Done!"

Then, he turned sideways to get out of the way and motioned for Ye Qing to hurry in.

The landscape silver fan fanned slightly, and Zhang Xiuran, who was sitting lazily on the wooden couch, looked at Ye Qing who came playfully, and inadvertently swept over Ye Qing's slightly bulging left arm.

After Ye Qing came over, he didn't speak, the Shanshui Silver Fan closed and pointed to his side.

The starry eyes kept staring at the landscape silver fan, and it was not until he sat down that Ye Qing withdrew his gaze, poured tea for Zhang Xiuran, and went straight to the point:

"Last night, someone told me that it was not only your second brother who dealt with you, but also another force."

Zhang Xiuran's pupils shrank, he didn't speak, and he still looked lazy.

Seeing this, Ye Qing continued: "That person said, if you want to know who the other party is, you can exchange it for a stone. ”

In an instant, Zhang Xiuran, whose eyes were piercing, straightened his waist, sat on the couch, looked at Ye Qing and asked:

"Who is it?"