Liu Qingyan informed Mu Yirong that Liu Qingshan met Chunxiang the day before he died.

As he spoke, his eyes were like water, glowing with spring tide, staring at Mu Yirong with a clever smile, mentioning the mysterious person who finally saw Chunxiang that he heard from Mother Xu in Huanxiang Building that day.

"Brother Yirong, I invited some young ladies and young masters of the official family in Beijing to chat the day before yesterday, and they don't seem to have such characters in the capital. However, they also said that the merchants and eunuchs of other state capitals in Kannai Province often came to visit the capital, and the last person Chunxiang saw that day was nine times out of ten people from the surrounding state capitals. ”

Mu Yirong nodded, he was an official of Dali Temple, and he often walked the streets and alleys to visit and investigate, and there were almost no people in the capital who did not know him or did not know him.

In his memory, there is no one with strange beasts embroidered on his shoes, followed by a black-clothed and cold-faced entourage, and Mother Xu's mother said that both of them are upright, although they have not seen their faces, but they can be concluded that they are both handsome young men, how can such a character not attract attention, it is impossible to be completely impressed.

Liu Qingyan saw Mu Yirong falling into deep thought, and said with a smile that Mu Yirong should not worry, she would help continue to inquire.

Mu Yirong said politely to Liu Qingyan: "Miss Lao Liu is bothered." ”

Liu Qingyan flattened his mouth and said coquettishly: "It's all said, call my name Qingyan, Brother Yirong." ”

The warm wind in May carried the warm current, and the fragrance of pear blossoms, and the ambiguous eyes of Liu Qingyan hit Mu Yirong's face together.

Mu Yirong looked at the charm in Dao Liu's eyes, as if it had turned into a shape, and the wisps were wrapped around him, fluttering lightly on his face, like a woman's hair caressing her cheeks, numb and crispy, and itchy.

Mu Yirong seemed to be trapped in a hole in the coiled silk, anesthetized by these silks, and his expression became a little trance-like, like a fisherman who heard the song of the Siren and fell into a hallucination, walking step by step towards the sea water that stirred up huge waves.

With a "bang" sound, the frightened Mu Yirong suddenly came back to his senses, and brushed his face in disgust, as if his face had just been stained with annoying spider silk.

Seocho, who was dozing off with pastries in her mouth, hit her head on the table, and then she fell asleep with the pastries in her mouth.

Mu Yirong just wanted to laugh when he saw Ruicao like this, and got up and said to Liu Qingyan to send off the guests: "It's not early, I'm very sorry for bothering Miss Liu tonight." ”

Mu Yirong unconsciously resumed his name for Liu Qingyan, and Liu Qingyan saw the warm smile on Mu Yirong's face when he looked at Seocho, and felt very aggrieved in his heart.

After chatting with Mu Yirong for so long, she was the one who helped him analyze the case. However, Mu Yirong's attitude towards her was not yet enthusiastic about the aunt who sold scallion pancakes on the street, and couldn't help but look at Seocho with resentment.

Seocho was lying on the stone table unconsciously, with pastries in her mouth, as if she was muttering something, which sounded like a meaningless dream.

Lying on the side of the stone table, the exposed half of the face was white and smooth, floating a little red, like a well-ripened peach, Liu Qingyan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Seocho is indeed beautiful and excellent, although Liu Qingyan is more beautiful than Seocho, but she just inexplicably feels that it is not as good as Seocho, as if Seocho is always standing on the hill and walking, and she needs to look up.

Liu Qingyan suppressed this inexplicable inferiority complex, and at this moment, she suddenly figured it out, if Mu Yirong liked a woman like Ruicho who was not out of the ordinary and novel. Then there is no need for her to listen to the persuasion of her maid Xiao Cui'er, what kind of lady is pretending, she should show her original appearance in front of Mu Yirong in a real and all-round way.

If, at this time, if the maidservant Xiao Cui'er heard Liu Qingyan's heart, she would definitely roll her eyes and say to Liu Qingyan: Miss, you have shown yourself bluntly enough, and you are not out of the ordinary!

"Brother Yirong, it is important to avenge others and arrest the murderer, but please pay more attention to your body, and I won't bother you more. ”

Liu Qingyan said, slowly stood up, but his body stumbled and planted towards Mu Yirong.

The conscience of heaven and earth, Liu Qingyan definitely didn't learn from those white lotuses to give her a hug, she accidentally stepped on her skirt.

In ancient times, the skirt was too long, and the skirt was big, Liu Qingyan liked to wear jeans the most in the modern world, which was convenient and good-looking, and rarely wore skirts, let alone such exaggerated and cumbersome skirts.

And Liu Qingyan didn't think it was a good trick to throw herself into her arms, she stood up straight with some embarrassment, and Xiao Cui'er, who was very eye-catching, immediately stepped forward to support Liu Qingyan, and said worriedly: "Miss, in the past few days, in order to help Young Master Rong find out the news, I can't eat well, sleep well, and I'm overworked." I had a serious illness before, and my body, which had just recovered a little, was so broken down, if the old lady knew about it, it would be so distressing!"

Mu Yirong heard about Liu Qingyan's resurrection from the dead a while ago, and he was frightened and cultivated in the mansion, and he felt guilty in his heart, and he was busy making amends: "It's my negligence, forgetting that Miss Liu has been unwell, and I ask you to work hard, it's a mistake." ”

Liu Qingyan stared at Mu Yirong with a light smile: "I am willing to do things for Brother Yirong, but I can't help anything, and Qingyan is useless." ”

Mu Yirong's guilt became more and more intense, and he hurriedly said: "Miss Qingyan must not say this, you have helped me a lot." If Miss Chunxiang gets the snow one day, you will be indispensable. ”

Liu Qingyan's smile is like a swaying flower shadow, and her eyes seem to melt ice and snow and melt a man's heart.

"Miss Liu's body is so thin, Xiao Cui'er, don't let your young lady run around with my young lady in the future. ”

Bao'er, who had been stretching out her hand to block Seocho's head so that the dishonest Seocho would not slip off the table, saw that the willow light smoke was soft and weak, really like a wisp of light smoke on the willow tree, so she opened her mouth a little worriedly.

Bao'er was really kind to remind, but it ruined the ambiguous atmosphere between Liu Qingyan and Mu Yirong, Liu Qingyan and Xiao Cui'er couldn't help but clench their back molars, and said that Ruicao and Bao'er, the master and servant, were born to go against them and destroy Liu Qingyan's marriage?

Mu Yirong glanced at Ruicao, who was still sleeping on the table, turned his head to Liu Qingyan and said, "Miss Qingyan, I'll send you back." ”

Liu Qingyan also glanced at Seocho, and then glanced at Mu Yirong affectionately, before he turned around shyly and timidly, and walked towards the wall step by step.

Liu Qingyan's posture is very graceful, wearing a pink dress, her swaying posture is like a peach blossom carefully cared for by the breeze in the warm spring.

She didn't stop after walking a few steps, smiled sideways and looked at Mu Yirong, like a girl standing on the ridge, waiting for the lover who teased her heart, her eyes seemed to have been sprinkled with a handful of gems, shiny.

Mu Yirong was in a trance for a moment, as if in a certain year and month, he was standing under a big peach tree in full bloom, and a girl once looked at him like this, her eyes were full of shining stars.

At that time, the girl said a word to him.

However, he had no memory of what the girl was talking about.

I don't remember who that girl is!

On the courtyard wall to the west of Xianyuan, there are crawlers crawling with yellow-green flowers and bones, and it will not be long before a wall of small flowers will bloom, dotted with green and lush greenery, making Xianyuan look a little playful and lovely.

Every time Seocho goes next door, he doesn't have to climb the wall, but flies straight over. Therefore, the greenery of a wall, without a trace of destruction, is intact and perfect.

Liu Qingyan stood by the wall, a little worried, she said that at this time, the back door of Liufu had been locked, and she could only go back over the wall. But the creeper on this wall had nowhere to climb at all, and she couldn't help but look at Mu Yirong in embarrassment.

At this moment, Liu Qingyan was very grateful to Seocho for falling asleep, like this...... If this is the case, Mu Yirong may jump over with her in his arms!

Her body still remembers the warm and reassuring embrace that day in front of the startled horse, protecting her in her arms!