The rotating axle of the carriage carried Mu Yirong, who had conflicting thoughts, to Xishi.

The brightly lit Huanxiang Building, laughter and laughter continue, which seems to dispel a lot of the cool breeze at the end of autumn.

Mu Yirong stepped forward, and a girl walked out of the Huanxiang Building, lowered her head, hurried her steps, and passed by Mu Yirong.

An inexplicable sense of familiarity made Mu Yirong can't help but look back, but he only sees the other party's back.

Not tall or short, not fat or thin, no characteristics, but judging from the clothes on her body, she is obviously not a girl in the Qinglou, but more like a maid from a high-ranking family.

From time to time, there are small servants of large families, calling the master or young master of their own house to return to the house for the mother of the house, and persuading them not to be nostalgic for the place of fireworks, and to drink and drink greedily, but few maids come here.

Mu Yirong, who retracted his gaze, did not study it carefully, and walked quickly into the courtyard of Huanxiang Building, stepping into the pavilion as bright as day.

After the original bustard Xu's mother left, an official prostitute who had been in Huanxianglou for more than ten years took her place, formerly known as Bao Girl, and now called Bao Ma.

Bao's mother is about forty years old, her makeup is decent, her clothes are not exaggerated, and her appearance and posture are not much worse than ordinary girls.

Since she became an old bustard, there have been more guests who have taken care of her than when she was a girl before, and all of them are dignitaries.

Bao's mother is also very enthusiastic, but it is not as exaggerated as Xu's mother in the past, and there is a kind of graceful and elegant taste of an official wife.

She greeted Mu Yirong with a polite smile, and asked Mu Shilang if he was here for business, or which girl to talk to?

Mu Yirong asked Miss Qingyan, and Bao's mother said that she had just sent off a guest and was idle. After speaking, he led Mu Yirong to the second floor, the innermost room.

The location of the house is very secluded, almost no one moves at the door, and when you push the door open, a faint fragrance of flowers wafts inside.

Mu Yirong thanked Bao Ma for guiding the way, and when he walked into the house, he saw a slender figure standing next to the screen.

Hearing the movement, Qing Yan turned back suddenly, wiped a crystal tear from the corner of her eye, and squeezed out a smile.

"It's rude, Lord Squire, please take a seat. ”

"Did Miss Qingyan encounter anything sad?"

Mu Yirong, who had an upright temperament, saw Qing Yan crying, he didn't pretend not to see it, nor did he beat around the bush, but asked directly.

Qing Yan, who picked up the teapot and poured water, paused her hand slightly, lowered her head and sighed.

"The slave family heard about the nineteenth prince. ”

Mu Yirong heard Qing Yan mention this stubble, and said: "This official came to look for you, also for the disappearance of the Nineteenth Prince." ”

Qing Yan chewed the word "missing" in her mouth, and sat down slowly: "It is rumored that the charred corpse found under the stage is the nineteenth prince, but Mu Shilang is missing, is there any misunderstanding?"

There was a lot of movement on the stage on fire, so many people knew that the Nineteenth Prince disappeared while watching the play.

However, it is difficult to say whether the corpse under the fire stage is the nineteenth prince or not.

Although, Uncle Zuoqiu of Jingzhao Mansion has already said that the age of the corpse does not match the nineteenth prince, but the Yushitai side and the outside world still suspect that the charred corpse is the nineteenth prince.

I don't know, this is a smoke bomb that Yushitai is putting off, to confuse the murderer not to hurt the nineteenth prince, or really believe that the nineteenth prince is dead, Mu Yirong doesn't know.

But Mu Yirong felt that it should be the right choice to claim that the Nineteenth Prince was dead. This may be able to paralyze the murderer's carelessness, so as to protect the life of the nineteenth prince, who may not have been killed.

"The Nineteenth Prince has indeed disappeared from the stage. And the charred corpse under the stage is very likely to be the prince. ”

Hearing Mu Yirong's almost certain answer, Qing Yan suddenly lost her composure just now, her eyes became surprised and flustered, and after a while, she spoke: "The slave family thought it was just a rumor. Unexpectedly, the prince was really killed. ”

After saying this, Qing Yan, holding on to the last glimmer of hope, asked Mu Yirong again, has it really been determined that the charred corpse is the Nineteenth Prince?

Mu Yirong didn't answer, but asked him if he knew anything about the disappearance of the Nineteenth Prince?

Qing Yan, who felt that her hands were a little cold, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and a burst of warmth slowly spread from her stomach to her whole body.

Qing Yan, whose mood was obviously stabilized a lot, said that the weather was cold and her body was cold, and persuaded Mu Yirong to also have a drink to warm up her body.

Mu Yirong picked up the teacup and brought it to his mouth, but put it down again, and asked Qing Yan if there was anything inconvenient to say?

Qing Yan, who put down the empty teacup, smiled, stood up, walked to the table on the side, pointed to the makeup on it and said to Mu Yirong: "In the entire Huanxiang Building, the slave family's jewelry is the most beautiful and valuable, and the clothes are the most expensive, but the slave family is still perfect. Do you know why?"

Qing Yan looks very beautiful and temperamental, but it is not a country and a city, compared with Liu Qingyan, it is a little less bright and moving, and compared with Seocho, it is a little less fresh and refined.

But in the entire Huanxianglou, she is also one of the best beauties, but it is not to the point where a man is willing to abandon his wife and children for her, and his family is bankrupt, but he cherishes it so much that he is reluctant to touch her finger. Mu Yirong's expression expressed his incomprehension.

"As long as a woman has brains and guts, she will live well. If you have a little more luck, you will be the envy of women who are doing well. On top of that, if there is a stupid man around you who is excellent and appreciates you, you will live a fairy-like life. ”

Speaking of this, Qing Yan stroked the precious ornaments in the room with her hand, and sighed with a smile.

"In this life, the slave family has probably taken shit luck, his head is not stupid, his courage is not bad, and his luck is better than that of ordinary people. However, this is nothing, and the slave family is most fortunate to meet two stupid men. It's just that some luck is not necessarily a gift from God. ”

Speaking of this, Qing Yan suddenly coughed twice, Mu Yirong picked up the teacup and handed it to Qing Yan.

Qing Yan waved her hand, walked to the desk, took out a few pieces of drawing paper from the drawing tube, and handed them to Mu Yirong.

"There's a painting of the money. ”

Mu Yirong, who was puzzled, was about to reach out to take the painting, but Qing Yan suddenly bent down and coughed violently, as if she was about to cough out her lungs.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mu Yirong, who stretched out his hand, held Qing Yan up, and was about to let her sit down, when Qing Yan, who was hunched over, suddenly raised her head and spurted out a mouthful of blood, all of which fell on the scroll in her hand.

Immediately after, she leaned and slumped to the ground, knocking the stool on her side to the ground.

Mu Yirong, who was startled, hurriedly squatted down and asked Qing Yan eagerly, "What's wrong with you?"

Qing Yan, whose mouth kept bleeding out, grabbed Mu Yirong's sleeve: "Mu ...... Mu Shilang, the slave family thinks that he has met two stupid men. But...... But really, no. He is a wolf, a fierce wolf, capable of throwing everything away for the sake of the end. I should have ...... It should have been long overdue, in the spring ...... Haruka should have seen him clearly when he died. I'm either not smart enough, or I trust him too much. ”

Qing Yan, who stumbled and said a lot of words, trembled uncontrollably, her eyelids kept closing, and then she struggled to open them.

"Don't speak, I'll take you to the hospital. ”

Mu Yirong was about to pick up Qing Yan, but she grabbed her arm violently and stuffed the blood-soaked picture scrolls into Mu Yirong's hand.

"Go...... Go to Twenty ...... Twenty-three, Prince Xiao's Mansion. And also...... Also beware of light smoke. Qing Yan, who coughed up a mouthful of blood again, grabbed Mu Yirong's arm, widened her eyes, and explained her last words angrily.

"If you find the Nineteenth Prince, say sorry for the slave family, I have betrayed his affection for me. ”

Qing Yan's hands slipped weakly from Mu Yirong's upper arms, and she swallowed her last breath, but she refused to close her eyes.

Bao Ma and some girls who heard the movement gathered around the door, and saw Qing Yan, whose face was covered with blood, fall into Mu Yirong's arms, and I don't know who screamed "killed", which immediately caused a commotion.

Mu Yirong's cold eyes swept the noisy door: "Go to the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion to report the case." ”