The world is prosperous, come alone for Qinghan

"A total of 370 and two corpses plus three dogs, two pigs and six green-tailed birds. Judging from the direction, depth and posture of the wounds, at least ten killers appeared at the scene." After finishing speaking, The young man in purple was still holding a bloody and broken wrist in his hand, shaking his head again and again, as if regretting and disgusting, he continued, "And this long sword was inserted at this door on purpose. If it is The incision on the ground should be very smooth, but this uneven appearance was obviously forced by the brute force of several people, so the final conclusion is that this matter has nothing to do with Lord Xiaowen .”

"You can only conclude that Marquis Xiaowen didn't come here in person." Mo Nanfeng raised his head curiously and asked.

"This……."

"I still have a little doubt. If there is really a grudge between Jianghu and Jianghu, why did Hou Xiaowen stick the sword in the gate after the gate was destroyed?"

"This……."

"If you talk about the greatness of the world, how dare you so blatantly frame someone who blamed Marquis Xiaowen? If you point your finger at the sky, you probably won't be able to point out a single one."

"This……"

"The murderer is not Marquis Xiaowen himself, but he may not have been instigated by him." Mo Nanfeng cautiously leaned close to the ear of the young man in purple, pretending to be mysterious, "It's better not to draw conclusions so early, no one in the world knows , Exterminating the family has always been Xiaowenhou's consistent style."

"Brother Tai's logic is so clear, how about you solve this case?" The young man in purple handed the folding fan in Mo Nanfeng's hand, and imitated his appearance, carefully put it close to his ear, pretending to be mysterious, " I would also like to remind you that if you slander Lord Hou at will, you will implicate the nine clans."

what……

Mo Nanfeng shivered, then subconsciously took a step back and assumed an offensive posture, and threw the fan back into the hands of the young man in purple, "If you want to plant me, what does it matter to me?"

The young man in purple shook his folding fan and covered his face with a chuckle, then turned his head and pointed at Shen Qinghan, who was more serious about examining the corpse than his own job, and said, "That young man seems to be more interested in dead people than I am. Woolen cloth."

"My family, Qinghan, is serious about everything." When Mo Nanfeng mentioned the name Shen Qinghan, the word "proud" was written all over his body.

"Qinghan?" The purple-clothed man sized Shen Qinghan up again, "Could it be Shen Qinghan, the young disciple of the real person in Kunlun Mountain, Shen Qinghan?"

"Have you heard of my Qinghan family?"

"Shen Qinghan's name is like a thunderbolt, and everyone in the Jianghu court heard that she is a peerless beauty, but I saw you today..." The young man in purple curled his lips and shook his head again.

"What's your expression? Is my Qinghan not beautiful?"

"Beautiful?" The young man in purple was surprised, "You actually use the word 'beautiful' to describe his appearance... oops...you use the word 'beautiful', it will only make you appear that you are very uneducated, just because of this Young Master's good looks... tsk tsk tsk..."

"Tsk what tsk?"

"Only the true national color of peony can move the capital when it blooms."

"What do you mean?"

"Praise him for being beautiful."

"Lord Sima, Lord Shang is awake." Regardless of the two 'nymphomaniacs' who were staring at him, Shen Qinghan was chatting passionately, the man in black with gold thread embroidery respectfully stepped forward, folded his hands and bowed his head to report to the man in purple , "My lord has suffered some minor injuries and it is inconvenient to move around. Please move over to discuss how to report this matter to the palace."

"Lead the way ahead." The man in purple immediately had a serious expression on his face, pointed to the way forward, and followed the man in black with his robe lifted.

"Lord Sima?" Mo Nanfeng read the name, "Why is this name so familiar?"

"Marquis Sima Wei, Ying Siyin's running dog." Shen Qinghan answered Mo Nanfeng's question without raising his head, "Back then, Ying Siyin was fighting for the throne with the Holy One, and this Lord Sima was his number one supporter. Why did that person voluntarily abdicate, this Lord Sima, I am afraid that Ying Siyin has left his eyes in the imperial capital."

"Qinghan, I told you not to say Ying Siyin's name casually outside." Mo Nanfeng hurriedly made a silent gesture, "This room is full of people from the imperial court, in case anyone hears it , we're in big trouble."

"Trouble is trouble, my life is destined to be so troublesome."

Shen Qinghan saw Shen Qinghan's fate more clearly than anyone else.

On the contrary, every time Mo Nanfeng heard him say that, he would feel distressed for a while, and then secretly made up his mind that no matter what the world was like, he would always protect Shen Qinghan's safety for the rest of his life.

Marquis Sima Wei stepped into the back room waving his folding fan, and saw that Shang Luoyun was still taking medicine with a medicine bowl in his hand. Although the age gap between the two was quite large, Marquis Sima Wei showed no respect at all, and opened his mouth to mock , "Ah, ah, lost in the hands of a younger generation in public, how dare I take this healing medicine? If I were you, I would have found a solid pillar and smashed it to death."

"Your Majesty Sima was just joking. Nowadays, there are many talents in the world, and the rising stars are stronger. This should be a good thing."

"Oh? Mr. Shang's ideological consciousness is very high."

"Last night, I received a secret letter from Lord Hou. I will act according to Master Sima's opinion. Today's matter..."

"It's obvious that someone wants to blame Lord Hou for what happened today, hum..." Hou Simawei shook his fan happily, and let out a sneer from his nostrils. Long, some people really got lard in their hearts and started to break ground on Tai Sui's head."

"Master Sima already knows who did it."

"Of course I know..." Marquis Sima Wei raised his eyebrows, squinted at Shang Luoyun and said, "You know it clearly."

"Xiaguan guessed one person, but..."

"However, Master Hou is so kind to that man, why do you not understand why he did this?"

"I also ask Lord Sima to give me advice."

"Don't teach me, knowing too much is not good for you." Sima Weihou smiled with lowered eyes, then stood up and walked out, "It's better to rest well, I'm getting old, and I don't have the competitive spirit of young people. I remember that ten years ago, if you were a little worse than others, you would refuse to sleep for several days and nights, and you would wish to die to apologize if you didn't make up for it. How did you degenerate like this now? You should know that Lord Hou never Raise useless waste."

Shang Luoyun looked at the back of Sima Weihou leaving in a cool way, after a long time of being dazed, he could only look down at his right hand, grasp it tightly and release it, grasp it tightly and then loosen it again and again several times, then he sighed softly .

Although the bright moon in Qingshuang City is round, it is no better than the scenery on Kunlun Mountain.

When Mo Nanfeng jumped up to the roof with a flagon to find Shen Qinghan, that beautiful friend was lying on his back on the roof with his wrist resting on his head, staring at the moon in a daze.

"Qinghan, do you want to drink?"

"What wine?"

"The wine that burns the knife is not fragrant, but it is strong. I just tasted it, and it was like swallowing a knife."

"Only one pot?" Shen Qinghan glanced sideways.

"The elder brother who sells wine said that this wine has great stamina, so he is only willing to sell me a jug. If you don't like it, then you can drink it first and then I will drink it."

"I don't drink anymore."

"Then..." Mo Nanfeng stretched out his hand and scratched his head, and he felt embarrassed. No matter how he heard this, it sounded like he wanted to take advantage of Shen Qinghan, but Mo Nanfeng himself had absolutely no such intentions. He dared to swear that the owner only sold one pot of this wine, and he didn't lie, "Then I'll go down and find two glasses?"

"Sit down, don't drink anymore, we have business to do tomorrow." Shen Qinghan straightened up, reached out and patted the seat beside him, signaling Mo Nanfeng to sit down, "Master Sima knows that we are here to get the sword , he has promised to deliver the things to us tomorrow, but I have other ideas about the case, so I will stay."

"You want to stay to solve the case?"

"What case to solve?" Shen Qinghan smiled, as if mocking himself, "Is there anyone in this world who dares to solve, or can solve Ying Siyin's case?"

"Qinghan, why on earth did you believe that Ying Siyin must have done this?"

"……"Why?Shen Qinghan who asked this question felt cold in his heart, and couldn't explain the reason, but when he mentioned that devil-like figure, Shen Qinghan felt that all the evil things in the world could not be separated from him.

"My family is in Mobei, and I don't know much about your Xiyin Imperial City, but when I came to the Central Plains, everyone here said that Ying Siyin is a bad person, that he is a bad prince, but you know , From childhood to adulthood, if I don’t see what other people say, I will never believe it, because my grandfather said a long time ago that what I see with my own eyes may not be true, let alone the truth. Words that come out of other people's mouths."

Mo Nanfeng hugged his knees, he turned his head to look at Shen Qinghan, Shen Qinghan's eyes were very bright, even under this vast starry sky, he didn't feel inferior at all, Mo Nanfeng looked into his eyes, as if Seeing the bright pearl, the sky lantern, and the treasure that cannot be stained, but you can feel satisfied just by looking at it from a distance, he said again, "But my Qinghan is different. Qinghan is my sky, and Qinghan is my land. Qinghan is my life, I believe whatever Qinghan says."

"Don't say such nasty things." Shen Qinghan gave Mo Nanfeng a blank look.

"I'm telling the truth."

"Then I say Ying Siyin is the worst person in the world."

"Ying Siyin is the worst person in the world." With such a slap in the face, Mo Nanfeng smiled condescendingly, as if the person who questioned Shen Qinghan just now had never existed from the beginning to the end.

Shen Qinghan's hatred.

He never told anyone, and Mo Nanfeng was no exception.

This is not a good thing, so the fewer people who know it, the better, and it is best that no one will remember it except him, Shen Qinghan.

Ying Siyin retired six years ago, but in the first four years of his retirement, he never restrained himself from doing evil things. Shen Qinghan still remembered that just after his tenth birthday, the devil personally took people with him, holding a sword , blatantly leading people into the Mansion of the Silent General who held a pivotal position above the Xiyin Dynasty at that time.

A wooden sedan chair with a red curtain and a long sword stained with blood. He even just heard Ying Siyin's laughter, and he didn't even know what that person looked like. More than 300 lives in the family, just like today's Poshui Village, Quietly all annihilated.

How did you escape yourself?Shen Qinghan himself almost forgot that he had practiced swordsmanship in Kunlun Mountains for ten years. In these ten years, his heart was ground deeper and colder than the snow on the mountain. His heart and eyes were full of hatred, all of himself How to kill Ying Siyin, how to avenge the Shen family, and other things, I don't remember anymore.

Occasionally, a sea of ​​flames would rise up in his mind, and if he felt a little shaken in his heart, he would raise his hand and slap himself twice.

Why remember so many useless things?

As long as Ying Siyin is killed, everything will be over.