【Xiyao】Snow in Zhaocheng

As soon as the hour passed, Lan Xichen's breathing gradually calmed down.

After all, it is the person who has been honed by more than [-] family rules of the Gusu Lan family for decades, even if he has something on his mind, at this hour, he still went to Zhou Gong's appointment on time.

Song Yao didn't feel sleepy, lying on the bed for a long time, the blurred figure in white clothes couldn't get out of his mind, it was like a nightmare that made his heart ache.

He opened his eyes irritably, worried that tossing and turning would disturb Lan Xichen's dream, but fortunately he got up very lightly, and went out the door lightly.

It stands to reason that Lan Xichen is also a cultivator, and his cultivation level is much higher than Song Yao's. No matter how carefully Song Yao relaxes his movements, he will definitely notice it. Undefended or whatever, after Song Yao's actions, Lan Xichen still didn't feel the slightest bit.

The night breeze was cool, Song Yao took a deep breath, and felt that the fragrance of Venus and Snow Waves was wrapped in his breath, but he did not completely relax because of this, there was always a string in his heart that was not loose or tight, which made him feel uneasy.

He walked aimlessly, not daring to go too far, so he just circled around the house, paying attention to the surrounding movement from time to time in his peripheral vision, but never noticed a black shadow flashing past behind him.

After a while, he saw a maid in Lanling Jin's costume hurrying past, holding what looked like a pile of clothes in her hands.

Song Yao's eyes lit up, she quietly found a stone from the side, exerted a little force on her hand, and the stone was lightly and skillfully hit to the maid's feet without making any sound.

As expected, the maid was tripped by the stone without noticing it, her feet slipped, and she let out a cry of surprise. Although she managed to stabilize her figure with a little effort, the clothes in her hand came off and scattered on the floor in a mess .

"Sister, are you okay?"

Song Yao took a few quick steps, quickly picked up the scattered clothes on the floor, folded them and put them in the tray, and smiled at the maid, "It's so late, why is sister so busy?"

The maid hurriedly thanked her, and said: "The newly promoted disciple will come tomorrow, these clothes need to be prepared early, and the higher ups are urgent, so they have to be delivered at this point."

"Sister, it's hard work." Song Yao couldn't bear it, but her thoughts turned quickly. He already had a handsome and pleasing appearance, and his mouth was so sweet. With just a few words, he coaxed the little maid into a circle. When the little maid finally opened her eyes, Song Yao rambled on for a while before saying, "Sister, can I ask you something?"

He acted innocently, and his face was very tender. At this time, he showed a slight expression of request, which made people feel soft-hearted for no reason, and they couldn't feel any rejection.

The maid almost agreed without even thinking about it, so Song Yao tentatively asked: "Sister, do you know...about the former Jin Sect Master? What crimes did he commit?"

The maid's complexion changed, and she hesitated: "It's been a long time since this happened, and I don't know much about it. I only know that Nie Mingjue, the former Sect Master Nie, was plotted to death by him..."

Song Yao said again: "Then sister, do you know who killed Jin Guangyao?"

The maid's face suddenly changed, the blood on her face faded away, and she said vaguely: "Sovereign Jin has issued a strict order not to mention this matter, if he finds out that someone is talking about it in private, he will have a big temper, It was too much talking just now, I can't break the taboo because of it..."

Song Yao frowned, waiting to ask again, but the maid just shook her head and refused to answer.

At this moment, there were sudden sounds of footsteps in the distance, lights in the surrounding rooms were lit up one after another, and the noise of people could be heard faintly, obviously something was in chaos.

Song Yao didn't intend to make more troubles, thinking that she should go back to the yard as soon as possible to see the situation, but she didn't want to be pulled by the sleeves of the maid, and said that she must not tell others the words she said today, so that Song Yao was entangled I just feel inexplicable.

He realized something was wrong after a second thought, and ran towards the yard after throwing off the maid, but it was still a step too late.

Lan Xichen woke up when he heard the noise, and when he realized that there was no one around, he frowned tightly.

As soon as he got up and straightened his clothes, an attendant rushed to report that Sect Master Nie had been assassinated and injured.

Lan Xichen was taken aback, and immediately raised his voice, "Who is the assassin? Did he catch him? Where's Song Yao?"

The attendant lowered his voice and said quickly: "The assassin is cunning...he has never been caught, and I don't know where Mr. Song Yao went."

Lan Xichen's heart tightened, Nie Huaisang was assassinated, Song Yao also happened to be missing, Lan Xichen felt inexplicably uneasy.

It was at this time that Song Yao pushed the door open and entered. As soon as he entered, the eyes of the people in the room immediately fell on him. He realized that the atmosphere was not right, so he raised his eyes to look at Lan Xichen.

Lan Xichen's face sank like water, and he asked in a deep voice, "Where did you go just now?"

Song Yao was startled, since the day he met Lan Xichen, he had never seen Lan Xichen speak so harshly.

He was inexplicably aggrieved, pursed his lips, and said in a low voice: "I can't sleep...Go for a walk."

Lan Xichen took a low breath, and said, "Do you know that Sect Master Nie was assassinated, and the assassin has not been caught so far? You went out alone at this late hour without making a sound, and didn't tell me. In danger—"

When he said this, he paused, seeing Song Yao lowered his head slowly, he couldn't say any more words of reproach for a while.

He sighed, his expression calmed down after all, he pulled Song Yao to his side, and said, "I'm worried about you, if something really happens..."

What if something really happened, I have been looking for you for 14 years, what should I do?

Lan Xichen didn't say these words, he is really not a person who is good at sensationalism, so he stopped talking at this point, but the lingering sound was still moving.

Song Yao really couldn't figure out why such a simple sentence, uttered from Lan Xichen's mouth, almost made his eyes blush.

So he lowered his head again to cover up, but Lan Xichen thought he was really wronged, couldn't help being amused and helpless, he rubbed the top of Song Yao's hair, and said, "It's not your fault, it's just that there will be such a thing next time , You must inform me in advance, understand?"

Since the day he found Song Yao, Lan Xichen had always thought of him as a half-grown child, and now his tone sounded like he was coaxing a child, which made Song Yao feel ashamed, but still obediently nodded. head.

It wasn't until the attendant at the side spoke again that Lan Xichen finally broke away from the tension of not seeing Song Yao just now. He breathed a sigh of relief, put his arms around Song Yao's shoulders, and said, "Come on, let's go to Sect Master Nie to have a look." .”

Nie Huaisang's residence was brightly lit, and many attendants came in and out in a hurry, which seemed a little chaotic. After Lan Xichen and Song Yao entered, they saw Nie Huaisang sitting on the edge of the bed, the thick white cloth on his chest was still showing through There were bloodstains, and his face was pale from excessive blood loss.

Jin Ling and Lan Wangji were also there, surrounding the bed, checking on Nie Huaisang's injuries.

Jin Ling's face was so ugly that this kind of thing happened at the Lanling Jin Clan's highly valued talk party, it was like a slap in the face of Jin Ling, the new suzerain.

When he saw Lan Xichen, Nie Huaisang's eyes lit up, and he called out "Second Brother", the voice was pitifully weak.

Lan Xichen walked to the bed and didn't come any closer, but asked softly, "Huisang, how is your injury? Do you know who the assassin is?"

Nie Huaisang didn't answer right away, he seemed a little hesitant, and hesitated for a while before saying, "That young assassin looks like a mask, but the way he used the sword reminded me..."

Lan Xichen frowned, feeling a bad premonition, and asked in a deep voice, "What?"

Nie Huaisang gritted his teeth and said, "...Jin Guangyao."

Song Yao listened to Nie Huaisang say the name with a blank face, and sneered from the bottom of her heart. Since the maid grabbed him and kept talking nonsense, he had expected such a scene waiting for him.

Lan Xichen's expression changed, and he exhausted his self-control not to look at Song Yao who was aside, and said in a hoarse voice, "How is that possible?"

Nie HuaiSang didn't make a sound, just took off the cloth strips on his body, revealing the terrible wound on his chest.

Lan Xichen shook his head, but was speechless for a while.

Lan Xichen has seen Jin Guangyao kill people, and even knows Jin Guangyao's little-known little habits when using swords. For example, when a sharp sword penetrates into flesh, he always likes to turn the hilt lightly, turning the tip of the sword at a small angle.

This habit is almost ruthless. In Lan Xichen's knowledge, there is no second person who would hurt others in this way.

The wound on Nie Huaisang's chest was exactly the same as Jin Guangyao's handwriting, and the location of the wound was no more than half an inch away from the fatal spot.

Nie HuaiSang said softly, "Second brother, do you think...he's back?"

Lan Xichen took a deep breath and said, "Impossible. Jin Guangyao's coffin was sealed for all to see. Although there are not many people who know how he uses the sword, it is not impossible. This matter needs to be discussed in the long run."

Jin Ling, who was on the side, had a darker face when he heard the word Jin Guangyao, but now he nodded in agreement.

But at this moment, a disciple of the Nie family of Qinghe hurried in, holding a black robe in his hand.

The disciple said: "Sect Master, we... found this dress near Gusu Lan's residence."

Lan Xichen shook off the dress, his expression darkened.

With this size and size, there is only one person from Gusu Lan's family who can fit it, which means nothing more than obvious.

For a moment, the eyes of all the people in the room fell on Song Yao.

Song Yao was expressionless, as if she was ignorant of this obvious identification, she twisted her fingers lightly, and it seemed that there was still a lingering fragrance around her fingertips.

He grew up in the Chu Pavilion since he was a child, and he has seen a lot of various novel methods. When he realized that something was wrong, he tampered with the maid.

As long as the maid is alive...

Nie Huaisang said, "Second Brother, I'm not suspicious of you, but after all, Song Yao is a new student, and his identity is unknown. If we don't investigate carefully, we can't rest assured."

Song Yao narrowed her eyes and was about to speak...

Lan Xichen said, "It can't be him."

Song Yao opened his mouth, but the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, making his throat itchy.

Although some of these people suspected, there was no sufficient evidence. Lan Xichen was the only one who knew that Song Yao was not in the room when the assassination took place.

But Lan Xichen said...it couldn't be him.

Lan Xichen said: "I slept with Song Yao, he has been by my side tonight and never left."

Song Yao was startled, and Lan Xichen was lying again.

It seems that every time Lan Xichen tells a lie, he has something to do with it.

Nie HuaiSang stared into Lan XiChen's eyes for a while, then slowly smiled, "Since Second Brother is so sure, then I have wrongly blamed him."

He made a bow to Song Yao from a distance, and said with a smile: "This is a big matter, and I also want to find out the assassin. It's so offensive, I hope Ah Yao doesn't mind."

His A-Yao call sent chills down Song Yao's back, and she saluted without moving, but her palms were sweating.

Lan Xichen still felt uneasy in his heart, and said: "These few days will not be peaceful, I will stay here to help with this matter, Wangji, you take A Yao and Mr. Wei back to Gusu tomorrow."

Lan Wangji said, "Okay."

Lan Xichen looked at Nie Huaisang again, and said, "Sect Master Nie is seriously injured and needs a good rest, so we won't bother you."

Nie HuaiSang smiled and said, "Second brother is right."

Lan Xichen paused, then carried Song Yao outside.

After all the people in the room had left, the smile on Nie Huaisang's face never faded.

It was as if a mask had been sewn onto the face, and it couldn't be torn off unless it was a bloody mess.

He casually held the bandaged cloth, groped under the pillow for a while, and took out a bloody dagger.

The way he wiped the dagger carefully with a cloth strip seemed to be touching a rare treasure.

After a while, he chuckled and said, "Jin Guangyao...Song Yao."

"Whether it's you or not..."

"Ah……"

The author has something to say: intrigue...too hard...I don't know if I have written that feeling