The disappearance of the nineteenth prince of Ruicao Road is extraordinary, the danger factor is too high, if the Hou brothers are timid, she understands very well, and will never be difficult!

Hou Hu, who slapped the table violently when he heard this, asked Ruicao what he was talking about, and he should look down on people.

Although the two brothers and Mu Yirong are not compatriots of the same mother, they are also brothers with different surnames, and they are like siblings.

How could they turn a blind eye to the persecution of their siblings, and they would never have been so cowardly.

Even if it is the king of Hades, if they dare to touch their brothers, they will risk their lives to fight to the end.

Hou Hou, who was also indignant, also said that if it was possible, they would rather be the one who was injured and lying on the hospital bed instead of Mu Yirong.

Although Seocho and Mu Yirong are in love, before Seocho met Mu Yirong, the two brothers had been born and died with Mu Yirong for many years.

Now that Mu Yirong has encountered such a thing, they naturally want to do their best to find the perpetrator and avenge him, how can there be a reason to retreat from the battle and be a coward.

Seocho, who said "yes", got up and bowed her hand, apologized to the two, and said that she would spend the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, and let the two Hou brothers forgive her.

This time, the three of them worked together to find out the person who killed Mu Yirong and let him taste the same pain.

The two Hou brothers also got up and shouted "yes", and high-fived with Seocho as an alliance, not to catch the person who hurt Mu Yirong, and the three of them will never give up.

The three people who left Dali Temple went to Huanxianglou, where Qingyan poisoned and murdered.

The door to the last room on the right hand side of the second floor of Huanxiang Building has been sealed.

The two brothers Ruicao and the Hou brothers opened the seal and entered, and they smelled a faint smell of blood in front of them.

Under the table in the middle of the room, there was a very precious Persian carpet, extremely beautiful in color, not in all rooms, but a private gift received by Qing Yan, which was very valuable, but it was full of Qing Yan's blood spitting out.

On top of the table, there is an empty vase, a candlestick, and three lone teacups.

The teapot has been brought back to Jingzhao Mansion for inspection, and one of the remaining three teacups, there is half a cup of tea in it, and the cup with dried tea stains visible on the edge of the teacup should be the cup of tea that Mu Yirong did not drink last night.

The remaining two cups, upside down on the table, were unused.

And the teacup that Qing Yan used to drink tea last night had fallen to the ground, broken into countless pieces, and the broken skin was splashed with bits and pieces of blood.

Two stools slumped at the foot of the table, and Seocho glanced at it quickly, her eyes looking inside over the table.

The dressing table, which was the only window in the house, was empty, and there was no jewelry in it, no silver mirror, and no grate for combing hair.

Seocho twisted her eyebrows, stepped aside, opened the box where the clothes were stored, and saw that the beautiful and gorgeous long skirts and blouses inside were gone, leaving only the snow-white and pale pink obscene clothes.

So she looked up at the bookshelves and cabinets on the wall again, and found that when she and Mu Yirong came here to see Qing Yan before, the books listed on them and the ornaments were all gone, and even a few calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall were gone, leaving only white traces on the wall.

Turning around to look at the door, Seocho asked Huanxianglou's new bustard mother: "This house has been robbed?"

Bao's mother smiled a little embarrassed, the sisters in the building have a deep relationship with Qing Yan, and now that Qing Yan has passed away, the other sisters want to take something and keep a memory.

Although these words are good, everyone understands that when these people learned that Qing Yan was dead, they immediately divided the money in Qing Yan's house, which was really cool enough.

Standing behind Bao Ma and watching the lively Huanxianglou girls, they all lowered their heads embarrassedly, and some people who felt that they couldn't hold their faces, turned around and prepared to leave quietly.

"The scene of the crime of trespassing and affixing seals, the cane is five. Stealing items, twenty rods. ”

Seocho opened her mouth expressionlessly, and the girls who wanted to leave all stopped in fright and looked at Bao Ma one after another.

The stiff-faced Bao Ma was busy playing the round, and the girls in the Taoist building were just missing their deceased sisters, and they had no intention of stealing.

"If you really miss it, why don't you see any of you go to the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion to see her off for the last time. ”

Seocho's voice seemed to freeze the air, and for a moment, the entire second floor became silent.

Bao Ma, whose face was blue and her face was stiff like a zombie, glared at the girls behind her, and couldn't help but say: "I don't know the rules, I have caused chaos for the officials, and I don't want to send all the things back quickly." ”

The girls of Huanxianglou dispersed in a hurry when they heard this, and returned to their respective rooms one after another, and sent back the things they had snatched from Qingyan's room one by one, and piled them up at the door.

Hou Hu and Hou Monkey stepped forward and sorted them one by one, and soon they were listed in several piles.

Seocho, who squatted down, first spread out the calligraphy and paintings on the ground one by one.

The five paintings are all flowers, birds, fish and insects, which shows Qing Yan's hobby.

Although the paintings are not masterpieces and are not precious, the level of painting is also very high and highly appreciated.

In terms of paintings, Seocho can hardly see any doorways, if Mu Yirong is here, he can still talk to her about these paintings.

Thinking of Mu Yirong, Seocho's eyes couldn't help but swell with sadness, like broken light and shadow, slicing across her pupils.

Seocho, who quietly rolled up the scroll, swept to a small pile of jewelry next to him, and while checking them one by one, he asked, "Are they all here?"

After a long while, the girls of Huanxianglou, who realized that Seocho was asking them questions, nodded their heads one after another, saying that all the things they had taken were returned, and there was no private hiding.

Qing Yan's jewelry is very precious, either pinched gold and silver, or inlaid with gems and pearls, many of which have the engraved style of the famous jewelry stores in Beijing, and none of them are the kind of cheap jewelry sold on the street.

And her clothes, all of which were of precious silk and satin, were fashionable in style and beautiful in color, and the number was very staggering, and it was evident that the guests who patronized her were really very generous.

It's just that compared to Qing Yan's luxurious living standards, she is very low-key.

Seocho has dealt with Huanxianglou not once or twice, and when she came to Huanxianglou, she didn't pay attention to this Qingyan girl.

Qing Yan, who looks good and is dressed brightly, when she appeared in front of Seocao for the first time not long ago because of the case of scholar Zhongju, Seocao thought she was a new girl from Huanxianglou, but she didn't know that she had been here for a long time.

Qing Yan's clothes, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, there was nothing abnormal, and Seocho, who stood up, began to look around the room again, and then walked to the bed.

The brocade quilt on the bed is embroidered with intricate flowers, which is very beautiful, neatly spread on the bed, without creases, and there is no trace of sleeping.

Turning his head to look at the empty desk and the messed up boxes, and then his eyes fell on the neat and clean bed, Seocho asked suspiciously, "Has anyone cleaned up this bed?"

Every time Seocho opened her mouth to ask, the old bustard's mother would be nervous and embarrassed to show an ugly smile like crying.

"Qing Yan's bed, no one else has touched it. ”

Seocho remembered, she seemed to remember someone who said that ordinary people would not touch the bed where the dead slept and was unlucky.

Seocho, who didn't say anything more, reached under the flat quilt and groped for it, and then found a concentric knot under the pillow.

Concentric knots, there is a couple to conclude the meaning of concentric, take more red double strands, in the way of a chain of palindromes, into a beautiful and complex knot.

The concentric knot that Seocho was holding in his hand at this time was twisted together with gold thread and red thread to form a beautiful peach heart shape.

Under the red peach heart knot that shimmers with golden light, a green jade carved into a double mandarin duck is worn, the color is transparent and beautiful, and it is very valuable.

The red tassels at the bottom of the concentric knot in the heart of the peach are fixed with precious gold threads wrapped around them, and the index finger gently brushes the gold threads in the circles, and you can feel the cold touch.