Ye Xue probably had some concern in her heart, and immediately heard that it was Tong Jingwen's beautiful voice and the other woman's. He was as anxious as a spark, and he rushed to the site of the tragedy (West Wing) as quickly as possible.

The scene of the tragedy was unbearable to witness, Yu Ziqun died, the skin of his whole body showed a terrible and strange black purple, the expression of extreme pain was forever fixed on the face of the national character, and the corners of his mouth were dripping with filthy saliva. This is a very obvious symptom of poisoning.

The parties Tong Jingwen and Yuan Jiali each shrugged their shoulders and shrunk their necks and crossed their arms and stood far away in the corner of the room, their thin and thin bodies trembling with fear, and their bright pupils revealing pitiful fear.

The two women were indeed frightened, they were just hastily draped in their coats before they could button them, let alone dress up, and the green silk was somewhat messy and sparsely scattered in front of them. Natural beauty is that it can be willful, and what is presented in different states is only the beauty of different tastes. Even if they are unadorned, they still exude a mesmerizing and languid beauty.

Ye Xue first comforted the two women, and then approached the deceased's side to find clues left at the scene, and couldn't help but stop when her eyes moved to the left neck of the deceased.

On the left side of the deceased's neck, there was a black-purple scar the size of a copper coin hole, and there were two deeply dented marks, as if they had been gnawed by some animal.

With such a characteristic of teeth, Ye Xue could only think of poisonous snakes, and they were extremely venomous poisonous snakes, and he couldn't think of anything else. The inn is located in a relatively prosperous urban area, and there is no place for poisonous snakes to hide, so they should not appear here, unless someone is maliciously plotting.

Ye Xue felt that something was happening a little weird, and he thought of the mysterious whistle he had heard in the middle of the night, could it be that there was some kind of inextricable connection with the case?

Ye Xue's eyebrows were furrowed, and she couldn't figure it out, even if someone deliberately set the snake, why did she bite Yu Ziqun?

Ye Xue thought about it in her heart and gloated a little: It's okay to die, Yu Ziqun really deserves to die, and there is no need for him to think hard about how to get rid of this henchman in the future.

The case does not seem to be readily known. A letter branded with a special symbol sent by the West Factory to Ye Xue mysteriously appeared on the desktop in the East Wing, instructing him to find out the truth.

That's weird. The appearance of the letter is not surprising, and it is only a breeze for the mysterious and capable Jinyi Wei to do this. The death of the prince does not necessarily mean how much Jinyiwei cares, but he attaches great importance to Yu Ziqun's death.

There was no shortage of sons in the Ming Dynasty, but killers who could become the backbone were difficult to cultivate.

Jinyiwei's organization is rigorous, and eyeliner is almost pervasive in all walks of life, and he may have already known that Ye Xue killed the son, but he turned a blind eye and pretended to be deaf and dumb. For Jin Yiwei, Ye Xue is always much more useful than Shizi at any time.

"Holy Hand Scholar" Ye Xue is really shrewd and capable, and it didn't take much trouble to find the residence of the "Yin Yang Woman" Hu Lijuan. She was playing a beautiful piece of music with a bamboo leaf, and a green krait danced along with it.

Ye Xue was even more convinced of her own judgment, Yu Ziqun's death must have a great relationship with the "Yin Yang Woman".

Hu Lijuan was very surprised that Ye Xue appeared in her residence so quickly, and her somewhat muddy and dim pupils quickly flashed a trace of panic, and then continued to play the tune indifferently, making a look of ignoring the uninvited guests.

Ye Xue didn't seem to care about everything, but walked with great interest, looking at the objects of the residence, and her suspicious gaze finally stopped motionless on a coat and did not move away.

What's so strange about a coat is that anyone can have a coat. Mink coats, however, are not available to everyone, and are extremely expensive mink coats with smooth and supple fluff.

Ye Xue seemed to pick up her coat casually, glanced at it, and then put it down casually, more sure that it was Yu Ziqun's clothes before her death. Except for Yu Ziqun, could it be that no one could afford such an expensive mink coat? No, Ye Xue remembered that Yu Ziqun accidentally left burnt marks on the right hem of the coat during a fire.

Hu Lijuan couldn't settle down any longer, her face showed a panicked look, and she looked at the visitor in a daze.

Ye Xue's thin and clear face had a hint of a teasing smile, and her eyes shot a fierce and vicious light. He seemed to be talking to himself or insinuating lightly: "The punishment of the Jinyi guards in the West Factory is so inhumane, I remember that once they forced a confession, they nailed the fingers of the prisoners to the wooden boards one by one with iron nails, and they used pliers to clamp the teeth of the prisoners and pull them out one by one. ”

"Yin and Yang Woman" Hu Lijuan's face was like earth, her heart was pounding, and she covered her mouth nervously with one hand, as if she had personally felt the pain of the prisoner. "Y-what do you want to know?"

The severity of Jinyiwei's punishment has long been a well-known secret among the people, and Hu Lijuan knows that the person who came is not joking. When she took over this business, she had already investigated Yu Ziqun's background and relationship clearly, and she had long known that Ye Xue was the victim's attendant of the brocade guard.

Ye Xue saw Hu Lijuan's expression and knew that what she said had played a role, so she didn't waste her tongue and said simply: "There are obviously three people sleeping in the room, why did the poisonous snake choose the victim?"

"It's not a very difficult thing to do, the snake just needs to smell the smell of a living person on the object for a day or two. ”

Some things turned out to be both complex and simple.

Ye Xue then asked, "Who gave you the coat?"

"A very beautiful woman, with a green veil on her face, golden earrings on her two earlobes, and her dark and bright pupils exuding a charming and charming brilliance. ”

Ye Xue probably knew who it was, except for Tong Jingwen, he couldn't think of any other woman, only she had the motive and time to commit the crime, and it was entirely possible for a woman to do anything terrible from love to hate.

Thinking that Tong Jingwen's scheming was so deep that it was almost invisible, Ye Xue couldn't help but feel that a cold chill seemed to be born in her spine. Ye Xue was sad and sad to find that the cold life had completely changed her, she was no longer the beautiful and kind girl she was five years ago, but she still loved her incorrigibly.

Then again, Yu Ziqun should be damned!

Ye Xue planned to make this matter a secret, and warned: "This matter is over here, I hope you don't mention it to the second person, if you still want to live." ”

Hu Lijuan comprehended that she reacted very quickly, and deliberately showed a blank expression, "It seems that nothing happened, what do you want me to say?"

When Ye Xue went out to handle the case, Tong Jingwen went to Ma Shiying's mansion and walked around and made a lot of gains; first, she got the martial arts secret book "Nine Yin True Scripture", and second, she got the appointment letter of the new Tianhu Island Lord.

Her PR skills are truly not to be underestimated. It seems out of reach, and to put it bluntly, there is no mystery in it, but it is just a trade to take what you need.

Tong Jingwen and Ma Shiying have no origins, and they belong to two people who are not related, so it is really hard to figure out how a transaction can happen. However, the truth is that Tong Jingwen has indeed gotten what she wants, and there must have been some kind of deal between them.

Doing transactions requires capital, could it be that she has won Ma Shiying's appreciation with her intelligence? Impossible, Ma Shiying can't do such a loss-making transaction.

Tong Jingwen clearly knows that beautiful looks can be used as a woman's natural capital, and she has taken the role of this capital to the extreme, earning a lot of things, and preparing to enjoy life in a chic manner.

Tong Jingwen seems to be unscrupulous in doing things, and she entrusts Yu Ziqun's funeral to Hu Lijuan, the "yin and yang woman", with full authority.

Everything seems to be falling into place, and Ye Xue and Tong Jingwen have a love of fish and water.

From this moment on, Ye Xue's body and soul no longer belonged to her.

Maybe it's the fault of the world, just because of the passage of time, when you meet someone you shouldn't meet when you shouldn't, just to have a gentle look back and smile, you can fight the fire without caring for moths, even if you don't hesitate to break your bones.

After the three of them returned to Tianhu Island, a very strange thing happened, Yu Ziqun's concubine Yuan Jiali disappeared inexplicably in the world like air evaporation.

Under the shrewd management of Tong Jingwen, Tianhu Island has flourished in a short period of time, and has trained many famous killers for the West Factory. She put forward the unique concept of running a school, "teach students according to their aptitude, kill people with their hearts", and believed that scheming is the highest level of weapons.

Weapons are not just swords, guns, swords, halberds, weapons are born, as long as you are willing, the tools that are handy in ordinary life may become deadly weapons. The weapon used by Zhang Zhiyuan in "Chasing Wind and Thunder" is a thunderous hammer, and it turns out that his background is a blacksmith. The weapon used by Zhou Qiaosheng of the "Iron Abacus" is an unpredictable abacus, and it turns out that his background is an account office. The weapon used by "Danxia Lady" Wang Mengqing is countless silver needles as thin as hair, and it turns out that her background is an embroidered girl. The weapon used by Li Weijian is an extremely sharp scalpel, and it turns out that his background is Langzhong.

Tong Jingwen, a woman, has become more and more mysterious and awe-inspiring in everyone's eyes. Tianhu Island privately rumored that she was practicing a century-old demonic martial art "Nine Yin True Scripture", and she needed to absorb the blood of the living, especially martial arts masters, to enhance the internal strength of cultivators.

Ye Xue's reaction when she heard this incident turned a deaf ear, expressing her disbelief that this nonsense was unbelievable. Anyone can doubt Jingwen's character, but he Ye Xue cannot. Tong Jingwen has changed, and Ye Xue feels that she has not reached such a sinister and vicious level.

The authorities are confused, and the bystanders are clear. Ye Xue is blindly trapped in the swamp of feelings, and he can no longer see through women, maybe he would rather deceive himself than know the result clearly. The reality is ruthless, the dream is warm, why not indulge?

It was another good night of sharing a bed, and Ye Xue woke up comfortably from the ethereal and refreshing fragrance of roses.

Tong Jingwen snuggled up to him like a bird, her slender and white fingers gently rubbed Ye Xue's bare chest, and she said obediently: "Help me capture the "Military Defense Map"? ”

There are so many lies that the liar will believe that even he himself is true. Tong Jingwen actually expressed the lie so affectionately. It is impossible for her to casually give up her hard-won status and power and live that kind of light and mediocre life, just for the time being.

"Holy Hand Scholar" Ye Xue would believe it, maybe she was moved by a bright future, and maybe she was willing to obey her.

No matter what Jingwen says, Ye Xue will believe that he has already become her shadow, and the meaning of his current existence is to do anything for her unconditionally.

Don't make the beautiful scenery of the good day false, and the amorous should laugh at the early birth of Huafa.

The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.

The East Lake under the sunset looks beautiful, and the lake reflects the magnificent sunset waves, revealing a trace of melancholy and melancholy of the beauty in the twilight.

The sunset is like a dream, and the dream is like the sunset. The sunset is the beauty of the dream, or the dream is the beauty of the sunset.

There is a young man by the lake, facing the sunset, concentrating on painting.

Sometimes he swiped his pen quickly, sometimes he pondered, sometimes he sat and stared, sometimes he stayed away and looked at the picture.

It is as if he has forgotten all the world's worries and is completely immersed in the painting.

This person has a slender figure, a thin and clear face, like a stone statue carved by a knife, and his bright pupils appear bright under the refraction of the afterglow of the sunset, and his whole body exudes a kind of literary brilliance and the beauty of knowledge and weaving.

Ye Xue has a kind of despair of Jiangnan talents, she just wants to paint a portrait of her beloved (Tong Jingwen), but she can never be satisfied with both form and spirit.

As the saying goes, the eyes are the windows of the soul, and the brilliance of Ye Xue's pupils at this time seems sometimes confused, sometimes sad, sometimes infatuated.

The famous painter Ye Xue, who was talented and ambitious, seems to be gone.

To quote a very interesting sentence, you are looking at the scenery from the window, but the people outside the window are looking at you.

Perhaps moved by the wonderful scene in front of him, the heart of the "ruthless swordsman" Xie Chenfeng was full of infinite envy. In today's world full of deceit and materialism, there are few people who can resist the colorful temptation of the outside world, and are still so persistently sticking to their original choice. It is these people who form the backbone of the culture.

With such a beautiful artistic conception and such a warm tranquility, Xie Chenfeng really couldn't bear to destroy it, and unconsciously slowed down his pace and walked almost cautiously behind the painter, admiring the painting with great admiration.

When he was far away, he thought that the painter was painting a dusk landscape, but when Xie Chenfeng got closer, he unexpectedly found that it was a lifelike portrait of a woman. Perhaps the painter wants to find the wonderful inspiration of art from the sad and graceful twilight, and the painter's mind is really unpredictable.

Although he is a layman in painting, Xie Chenfeng can still see the timeless charm of his paintings. The portrait is a charming and charming woman, the delicate green silk is like a black waterfall naturally and elegantly draped over the shoulders, the rose-colored face is embedded with two sweet and pure wine, and the bright pupils are full of affection and veins that make people's hearts shake.

The green silk is delicate, the demeanor is subtle, and the brushwork is delicate and expressive.

It can be seen how much effort and infatuation the author has poured into his work.

In Xie Chenfeng's opinion, this work is already a superior work, but Ye Xue feels unsatisfactory and regretful, Tong Jingwen's portrait only looks like a god.

Ye Xue stared at the picture in a daze, and her right hand holding the pen was stagnant in the air for a long time, not knowing how to continue to write properly. I clearly regret the work, but I don't know where the problem is.

At this time, Ye Xue was like a lifeless sculpture.

For a long time, for a long time. Just as the ice and snow melted, Ye Xue's thin face gradually revealed the disappointment of self-abandonment, and the bright pupils gradually shrouded in a layer of blurry and melancholy green mist.

Casting her eyes sadly on the poignant and blood-like sunset, Ye Xue muttered to herself dreamily: "Why? Why can't I always draw well?"

Painting is born from the heart, and the quality of the work depends on the artist's mentality and feelings.

Ye Xue has long lost herself in her emotions, and her feelings are both complex and contradictory. Alyssa Tong is beautiful and evil, and it is difficult to convey that it is not easy to combine two contradictory feelings into one painting. What's more, Ye Xue deceived herself again, and she was unwilling to admit from the bottom of her heart that she had felt her evil.

It is difficult to give the mood to the magic pen of the horse. Throughout the ages, there have been countless literati and scholars who have walked in the face of difficulties, leaving behind many lingering and sympathetic masterpieces, which is really "the world laughs at me for being too crazy, and I laugh at the world for not being able to see through it."

Ye Xue got up and quickly retreated seven or eight steps, but there was no one around, but she just glanced at Xie Chenfeng inadvertently and indifferently. His gaze returned to the portrait, staring at him for a long time and melancholy, his face revealing a sense of confusion.

The fog lost the building, the moon lost the long pavilion, the ruthless lover was on the water side, and the amorous was ruthlessly mistaken.

I still remember the cloud shadow and the moon is ashamed, the crisp hand gives the plum, the fragrance falls into the dream, and the flowers fly in the dust.

It's a pity, it's a wound.

It was a soul-wrenching awakening.

Xie Chenfeng seemed to see his own shadow from the painter's body, and sighed in his heart: there is a lover in the world.

Ye Xue did something unexpected at this time, he rushed to the easel to tear off the picture, and almost frantically and desperately tore it into pieces of paper.

The whole body seemed to have been drained of all the energy by the pumping machine, and his hands hung weakly and softly on his sides, motionless, and his expression seemed infinitely tired and tired.

It's like a lifetime, coming back from the dead. Ye Xue Huoran threw pieces of paper into the air with all his might, like autumn leaves, snowflakes, butterflies, dreams, and illusions.