Walking to the backyard, I saw a flower hoe in the corner of the wall, and thought: "I will always be here with Wu Shuang?"

I thought to myself, "When her parents come back, most of them will have to dig up the grave to see what is going on." You have to put up a sign in front of the tomb. ”

Fold a section of square bamboo, cut it into two, go to the kitchen to take the kitchen knife and flatten it, and walk to the west wing. I saw that there was paper, ink, pen and inkstone on the table. He put Wu Shuangheng on his lap, studied the ink, picked up the pen, and wrote on a piece of bamboo: "The Tomb of the Overseas Reckless Man Lu Qian".

Picking up another piece of bamboo, he groaned in his heart: "What am I writing?" 'The Tomb of Lady Wu of Lumen'? Although he and I have a husband and wife covenant, he is not married, and he is still a pure and jade girl until he dies, and he calls her 'Madame', does he not blaspheme her?"

It was difficult to make a decision in my heart for a while, I raised my head and thought for a while, and everywhere I looked, I saw a banner hanging between the walls, with several lines of words written, and I followed it:

"Shameful and drunk, I can't sing, and I cover Xiangluo with my slender hands. The flowers reflect the candles, secretly convey the deep meaning, and the wine thinks into the horizontal waves. Seeing Zhu Chengbi's heart confused, turning over the pulse, and collecting double moths. When we meet, we don't know much. It's spring again, what's the sorrow?"

He doesn't read much, and the words he knows are quite limited, but there are no difficult words in this rhyme, and it can be seen that it is a romantic poem, as if he is drunk and shyly singing.

He looked at it vaguely, and he was not in the mood to understand what was in the words, so he read it casually and blankly, and saw two lines of words written below: "The book boy You Fu Chenmei mends the wall." The starry eyes and slender waist are accompanied, and I don't know the years. Chang'an Duanyou was drunk and painted wildly. ”

Lu Qian muttered, "He's happy." Accompanied by starry eyes and bamboo fiber, I don't know how many years have passed. Chang'an Duanyou was drunk and painted wildly.

Chang'an Duanyou, well, this is what Duan Wang Ye wrote to his lover Ru Xingchen, that is, Wu Shuang's affair with her father and mother. How can you hang it here in a grand manner, and you are not afraid of ugliness? Ah, yes, in this room, Duan Wangye's subordinates will not come in. ”

At the moment, I didn't pay attention to this banner anymore, and just thought: "How do I write on Wu Shuang's tombstone?" Knowing that the writing was too superficial, he couldn't think of anything after thinking about it, so he wrote the words "Wu Shuang's tomb".

put down the pen, stood up, and wanted to insert the bamboo card in front of the pit, bury Wu Shuang first, and then commit suicide.

He turned around, picked up Wu's body, glanced at the banner on the wall again, jumped up suddenly, "Ahh

Take a step closer, and then look at the lines of words in the banner, only to see that the handwriting is round, elegant and free. There seemed to be a voice in his heart that said loudly: "That letter! The letter written by the man in black to his uncle, the words on the letter are not like this, they are completely different. ”

He only knew the words roughly, and he couldn't recognize the handwriting, but the words on this piece were beautiful and round, and the space was neat, but the words on the letter were crooked and slanted, thin and edged, and it was clear at a glance that it came from the hands of the warriors of the rivers and lakes.

The difference between the two is so great that anyone can see it. His eyes widened, staring at the words on the banner, as if he wanted to find out the big secret and conspiracy hidden in the middle from these lines.

All that swirled in his mind was the letter he saw in the swallow forest outside Yuzhou that night, the letter written by the man in black to his uncle.

Master Huikong tore off the signature at the end of the letter and swallowed it in his stomach, so that he could not know who wrote the letter, but the handwriting on the letter was deeply imprinted in his mind, and it was very clear. The person who wrote the letter and the "Chang'an Duanyou" who wrote this banner are by no means the same person, and there is no suspicion.

But was the letter written by the "man in black" on behalf of someone else? After a little thought, he realized that it was absolutely impossible. Duan Wang Ye can write such a good handwriting, of course, he is a person who is used to holding a pen, and if he wants to write to his uncle and talk about such a big event, how can he ask others to write on his behalf?

And to write a romantic poem to your lover, there is no reason to ask others to ghostwrite.

The more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became, and he couldn't help thinking: "Could it be that the man in black is not Duan Wangye?

"No, no, except for Duan Wangye, how can there be a second 'Chang'an Duanyou' who wrote such romantic poems and hung them here? Could it be that Mrs. Li is lying? That won't be. ”

"She and Duan Wang Ye don't know each other, one is in the north, the other is in the south, one is a widow of a reckless horseman, and the other is a prince and nobleman, what kind of grudge can she have, she will deliberately fabricate lies to deceive me. ”

Since he knew that the "man in black" was Duan Wangye, the kind of mystery in his heart had been swept away, and all he was thinking about was how to take revenge. If it's not him, but who is it? Why does Mrs. Li lie and deceive people, and what is the conspiracy in this?"

"I killed Wu Shuang, it was a manslaughter, but Wu Shuang died for me willingly. In this way, on top of her injustice, there is an additional layer of injustice. ”

"Why didn't I see this banner earlier? But how could I see this banner hanging in the wing? If I didn't see it all the time, and I died of Wu Shuang, it would be a hundred, why didn't I see it sooner, I didn't see it later, and I saw it again a moment before I died?"

The sunset was about to set, and the last piece of sunlight was gradually leaving his instep, and he suddenly heard two people walking towards the bamboo forest on the shore of Longxin Lake.

The two people were still far away, he listened intently, and the two women were recognized, and he said in his heart: "Most likely Wu Yi and her mother are here." Well, I want to ask Mrs. Mingduan if this painting was written by Duan Wangye. Of course she hates me for killing Wu Shuang, she must kill me, I ...... I ......"

He originally wanted to "never fight back", but immediately changed his mind: "If Wu Shuang is indeed unjustly killed, and someone else kills his father and mother, then this great wicked man has another blood debt and another life." Didn't he kill Wu Shuang? If I don't take revenge, how can I die so easily?"

I only heard the two women gradually approaching and entering the bamboo forest. After another moment, the voices of the two were heard. I only heard it: "Heart, although this cheap maid's martial arts are not high, she is scheming." ”

Another young woman said, "She's alone, and my mother and son can always take care of her." The older woman said, "Don't talk about it, as soon as you go up, you will kill it, don't hesitate." ”

The girl said, "If Daddy knew,...... the old woman said, "Hmph, you still care about your Daddy?" and then she was silent. But the two of them crept on, one towards the door, and the other to the back of the house, apparently trying to attack back and forth.

Lu Qian was quite strange and thought: "Listening to the accent, these two people are not Hao Xingchen and Wu Yi, but they are also mother and daughter, and they want to kill a lone woman, well, most likely to kill Hao Xingchen, but the girl's father does not approve of this." This matter flashed through his mind, and he ignored it, still sitting in a daze.