Anyway, once this cooperation ends, Song Ling will keep a certain distance from Chu Linyuan, and the two will no longer have anything to do with each other.

Thinking of this, Song Ling also breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked at Chu Linyuan and said:

"Lord Night, your plan is very good, I didn't expect Lord Night to be so powerful, sure enough, I underestimated Lord Night. ”

In his previous life, he didn't have much entanglement with Chu Linyuan, but he heard from Chu Linhan's mouth that Chu Linyuan was a gentleman, indifferent and ruthless.

With such a contact today, Song Ling couldn't help but want to secretly help Chu Linyuan win the throne.

"Miss Song has won the award, and this time she still needs Miss Song's cooperation and help. ”

"It must be, rest assured, Lord Night, I will definitely do my best, it's not too early, I'll go back first." ”

"Let's have a meal together?" Chu Linyuan said with a deep expression.

"No need, my mother should be worried if you don't go back, Lord Night, we'll see you in the future. Song Ling put on his boots and saluted Chu Linyuan to leave.

Song Ling closed the door, just in front of Chu Linyuan's eyes, and after the two looked at each other for a few seconds, the door was closed.

Song Ling's face turned crimson again, and Chu Linyuan's eyes were actually very hot just now, just like that night.

"Bah, what do you think all day long, Song Ling, calm down. Song Ling slapped himself lightly, shook his head and turned to leave.

Chu Linyuan stood at the door, looking at the back of Song Ling leaving, and instantly laughed when he thought of Song Ling's words to himself.

"Song Ling, you are mine. Chu Linyuan muttered, his eyes full of possessiveness.

.....................

As soon as he returned home, it was pouring rain in the sky, Song Ling shook the rain on his body, looking at this day, I was afraid that it would be raining for several days.

Sure enough, since Song Ling went back that day, it has really rained several downpours in Xijing.

Finally, it was sunny today, the willow branches drooped down, and a few crystal clear rains flowed down the stream, dripping in the soil, and the whole Xijing showed a vibrant appearance.

The sons and brothers who had been holding back in the house for a long time rushed towards the street one after another, and one of them, a rich man in splendid clothes and a pair of extremely rare gluttonous brocade cloud boots on his feet, avoided everyone, his face was pale, and he sneakily walked into a winding alley......

The alleys in the south of the city are numerous and disorderly, like a big tree, the ancient house buildings continue the style of the previous dynasty, the gray wall compound, the wall is engraved with a body shape like a tiger and a leopard, its head and tail are like a dragon, its color is gold, its shoulder length has a pair of wings but can not be extended, and the first horn and the divine beast that leans back, is called Pixiu, it is said that it can attract wealth and enter the treasure, ward off evil spirits and avoid diseases.

From this end, you may also encounter three or four forks in the road, and once you go wrong, you may get farther and farther away from your destination.

Song Ling looked at the fork in the road in front of him, he had already scolded his mother in his heart, he had been walking for an hour, and he hadn't walked out yet, so he shouldn't have come here.

In the past few days, because of the rain, Song Ling has not left the house, and as soon as he left the house, he saw a suspicious person, so Song Ling followed, and as a result, he went around this alley.

"Forget it, let God decide!" Song Ling closed his eyes, turned his back and threw the copper plate in his hand back, and then quickly turned around, only to see the copper plate fall to the ground and roll to the left.

Song Ling followed, but the copper plate stopped with a ding, and he looked up without sleeping, and there was a huge Pixiu engraved on the gray wall in front of him, with sharp teeth and a terrifying face, which frightened Song Ling and took a few steps back, and when he came to his senses, he realized that it was just a wall painting.

Song Ling breathed a sigh of relief, bent down to pick up the copper plate, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

At Pixiu's feet, discarded baskets were piled up in a haphazard pile, and there was a faint smell in the air, and a straw mat was strangely shaped around the basket, as if there was something inside.

Song Ling lifted the straw mat with one hand, and saw a dirty man lying in the basket with a pale face, a pair of eyes had already been closed, and his body also exuded a thick smell, as if he had been fished out of the rancid water.

Song Ling's expression changed slightly, and then he reached out to probe the man's nose, and sure enough, he was no longer breathing.

Song Ling was about to check further, when suddenly a scream came from behind him, and the courtyard that was originally closed opened the gate one after another, and looked at Song Ling in unison, and exclaimed in unison.

"Kill, kill!" I don't know who shouted, the courtyard that had just been opened was closed instantly, before Song Ling could react, the gate was opened again, and every household had all kinds of weapons in their hands, and walked towards Song Ling cautiously.

"You honestly don't move, or we'll do it. An uncle shouted at Song Ling with his own hoe, but stopped a meter away from Song Ling.

Song Ling didn't resist either, and stood there unmoving.

...............

Xijing, Jiankang House.

The murder case in the south of the city spread in a while, and the official official brought back a male corpse from the south of the city, and the official with a little status saw at a glance that the deceased was actually the young son of the Ankang Hou Mansion.

At this moment, the ordinary yamen did not dare to take over the case, so it was transferred to the Health Mansion, and Song Ling was also taken to the Jiankang Mansion, with the body of the little boy behind him, and a group of people watching the excitement followed behind.

"Ascension!" As soon as the startling wood sounded, the yacha under the hall immediately "mighty".

"Who is in the hall, what did you do?" The prefect looked at Song Ling angrily, and then moved his gaze to the corpse on the side, his head hurting a little.

"The daughter of Song Huai of the General's Mansion, Song Ling. Song Ling said.

As soon as the prefect heard this, his face became ugly again, this is the daughter of General Song in front of him?

Wave after wave of unsettled, the prefect had a splitting headache, and these two people could not be provoked by themselves.

"My son, my son!" Outside the court, there was a sudden sound of women crying, and the originally bustling crowd immediately gave way to make a way, and the prefect immediately lowered his seat to greet him.

Song Ling also looked back, only to see that when the visitor saw a pair of gluttonous cloud brocade shoes exposed from the white cloth corpse in the hall, his face immediately turned like ashes, and the golden step on one end could not make the woman extravagant, but even more desolate.

"My son, these gluttonous cloud brocade shoes were embroidered by my own hands for my son, yesterday it was fine, but today it is separated from heaven and man, my son!" the woman wept bitterly, trying to lift the white cloth, but was stopped by a pretend.

"Madam, now that the order has left, Madame, please mourn. Song Ling looked at the woman in front of him and said comfortingly, the taste of losing his own child, Song Ling felt the same way.