Originally, Wujiang just wanted to observe Yunluo's words and deeds up close, and then find an opportunity to get close, or find a close-up thing such as a silk handkerchief, to determine whether Miss Yunluo had contact with Li Jingyu last night and whether it had something to do with the murderer. Of course, even if the murderer is this peerless Yunluo girl, she will not do anything, she just wants to know how she killed it, purely out of technical curiosity. Unexpectedly, the Oiran girl and the champion Lang still have such a long past.

"It seems like I accidentally overheard something not very good." The room was almost pitch black, only the scattered candle flames in the cracks, and Xiliu leaned on Wujiang's side and said softly in a breathy voice.

Wujiang is still focused on Yunluo's every move.

"You say, is anyone really going to kill Miss Yunluo?" He raised his hand and touched his nose, as if he was really thinking about it.

A crisp voice came from the left: "It's hard to say. ”

"Who could it be?"

Wujiang retracted his gaze to the gap: "Anyone is possible, but Zhao Shichen's words may not be true, Xu Yunluo girl is blocking his way, just change a way to let her go." ”

"I don't think Zhuang Yuanlang's pain and worry seem to be fake, he still seems to have deep feelings for Miss Yunluo, not just guilt." He said.

"Anyone can perform in front of people, it's just a matter of skill level, how to behave deeply or not, it still depends on the final choice." Her answer was almost cold.

"You don't seem to believe a lot of things."

It's not that I don't believe it, it's just that it's not easy to believe. ”

It's not that you don't believe it, it's just that it's not easy to believe? He thought about it carefully, if a person really understands some truths, he must have learned a lot of lessons in this. He looked at her sideways, the candle flame through the gap was falling between her eyebrows, the thick and slender eyelashes cast a shadow on the eyes, the eyes were too deep to see clearly, she said: "Yunluo girl is arrogant in front of people, and lost her mind behind people, she is the one who has deep feelings and can't get out." ”

Before he could reply, footsteps were heard again outside the door next door, and they looked into the gap again.

Before Yunluo could command, the man pushed the door in, but she was not surprised, she just raised her head and called softly: "Thirteen Niang." ”

This woman, known as Thirteen Niang, was not as young as most of the women in the Liuwu Pavilion, and her forehead was covered with fine lines, but these lines not only did not damage her appearance, but added a little more touching style. She didn't have the fat powder smell of the willow pavilion girl, but there was a kind of Jianghu atmosphere that was incompatible with this place.

She walked over and gently hugged Yunluo: "Silly boy, I heard it all." ”

"Thirteen Niang, isn't this the day I'm waiting for, waiting for him to come to me, bow down under my skirt like all men, I use my real name, I let the painter paint a portrait, I play the 'Dyeing Cloud Fall' we composed together, just to let him recognize me, recognize the Yunluo of the Liuwu Pavilion today is me Xia Yunluo, I want to make him regret, make him uncomfortable, and ask him to come back to find me! I've spent three years, I've suffered so much, but when this day comes, why can't I seem to be happy......"

Thirteen Niang stroked the long hair like ink: "Because you don't actually think like this in your heart." ”

"I waited for him, waited for a farewell letter, I looked for him, I found a huge wedding, I used up the entanglement, broke my bones, was bullied, lost my innocence, and he, the title of the gold list, the flower candle in the cave room, the completion of life, it is ironic, if you hadn't saved me at that time, I would have died on the street." Tears slipped silently from his eyes, wetting his sleeves, "But why, isn't it the moment of revenge when a person is most satisfied, why do I see his painful and embarrassing appearance, I seem to feel even more uncomfortable, I can't bear his bowed head, and I faintly hope that he will always be the Zhao Shichen who is unbeatable in his literary style." Thirteen Niang, I think I'm crazy...... No, I'm completely defeated......"

"You've done well, well." Thirteen Niang looked at her crimson eyes, raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, but the moment her fingertips touched her skin, she suddenly became nervous: "You have a fever, have you taken medicine today?" ”

Yunluo shook his head.

Thirteen Niang walked to the dresser, opened the drawer on the left side and took out a brown medicine bottle, pulled out the cork on it, and poured an orange pill into her hand.

The moment the cork was pulled out from the corner of the dresser and the boundless wall, a strong smell of medicine wafted down the gap, which was the strange smell of cold and domineering she smelled that day.

"It's Onikamaru." The voice in his ear said softly.

"What's that?" She heard the name for the first time.

"It is a kind of medicine that suppresses injuries and relieves pain, it is made of snake gall and tiger bones as a medicine, and Tibetan oak green grass is fired, the color is orange, the smell is unique, if the martial artist is damaged in the process of practice, he can use it to maintain vitality and relieve pain." Xiliu explained unhurriedly.

"You seem to know a lot."

"It's just a long illness that becomes a cure."

With such a light answer, Wujiang was slightly stunned, turned his head and asked, "Are you sick?" ”

Coincidentally, he also turned around at this time, and the two suddenly looked at each other, he smiled lightly, and whispered to her, "It's all right." ”

That glimmer of light happened to fall on his eyes as dark as the tide of the sea, I don't know if it was an illusion, Wujiang seemed to see something under the deep pool, straightforward and warm, she was lightly stung by this warmth, and her heart suddenly rippled, she quickly turned her head back, and said, "Don't you wonder why the Oiran of the Liuwu Pavilion takes the Ghost Incense Pill and why does he know martial arts?" ”

He didn't seem to care: "The East and the South are re-educated, the Western Xinjiang and Beizhou are still martial, many women in the West have practiced martial arts since childhood, not to mention the women of the rivers and lakes, some high-ranking officials and royal families have martial arts masters, Yunluo girl has a special identity, and it is understandable to practice martial arts to protect herself, but the person who taught her ......"

The two of them turned their eyes to the person called "Thirteen Niang".