Charming beauty

The same night, the same cold.

Not long after the fireworks were set off, Nalan Mei returned to the inn. Everyone in the inn was watching the fireworks. A slender shadow was drawn from the ground and printed obliquely on the stairs.

Passing through the corridor railing, the room was dark and dark. Bitter and biting cold wind blew into the window, blowing Nalan Mei's fluttering clothes, and his long hair fluttered behind him, making him feel like he was about to fly. Leaning against the window and looking up at the sky, the fireworks are still dancing.

How is Wu'er now?Are you still used to living in the palace?Are you having a good time?Is Yuedutou treating him well?Has Your Majesty made things difficult for him?Did anyone bully him?Homesick for New Years Eve? …

Taking out a letter from her bosom, Nalan Mei lowered her head and stared at the letter in her hand.How many times, he wanted to contact Shou and Xiu to ask them about Yan'er's life in the palace, but after hesitating many times, he still didn't do it.

Even if you don't contact the palace, every move in the palace will be spread as a topic of gossip by the common people. From the mouths of the common people, it can be seen that Yue Dutou has kept his promise and loves Wu'er very much. Since Wu'er is living happily, he Why bother?

The cold wind messed up his hair, revealing the tenderness in his eyes, like the softness of a vast ocean lake, he laughed lightly, reached out and closed the window to block the cold wind, went to the table and lit a candle, the full candle was trembling Lighted up, dispelling the coldness in the room.

The warm orange flames stained his eyes, and he watched the dark envelope in his hand ignite and spread, he let go, the remaining envelope fell to the ground, continued to burn on the ground, and finally turned into ashes and spread the ground, Nalan Mei watched quietly and smiled quietly.

Wu'er may no longer need him.

The candlelight swayed slightly, and Nalan Mei sat down by the light. For a moment, a shadow fell beside him, half kneeling beside him, holding the letter in both hands and handing it forward.Without looking at the person, Nalan Mei directly passed the letter, waved his hand slightly, and the shadow immediately disappeared in place again.

Tear open the envelope, pull out the letter paper inside, open it, and there are a few lines of dignified characters scattered on the snow-white paper, but it is the handwriting that Nalan Mei is most familiar with. After reading it, he lit the letter, looked at the burning flame, and his pretty eyebrows slightly Yang Yang, with a faint smile hidden between his brows, "Qing, how big will the snake drawn out of the hole be by this trick..."

When the letter turned into ashes and fell apart, Nalan Mei blew out the candle, opened the door and walked out. After covering the door, she disappeared.

The night is filled with dark shadows, twenty miles away from the town, in a small manor in the east of Shangyuan City, the houses in the garden have high walls and red tiles, neatly arranged, and the inside of the house is brightly lit by candlelight. This is the branch of Shenmiaomen. Right now, there are voices coming from inside from time to time.

The entire hall is bright and bright, with bright candles, tables and chairs are neat and spotless, a few famous copybooks are hung on the wall, green leaf potted plants are placed in the corners, and the unique decorations are mediocre but not vulgar.Nalan Mei sat in the upper seat, looked around the hall, took a sip of the Tieguanyin that the maid had just brought, felt the rich tea fragrance permeating the whole mouth, and then asked: "Master Qing, what can I do for you? "

Sitting in the first seat is a young man, around 25, wearing a dark blue shirt, long hair tied with a ribbon and hanging straight down to his waist, his complexion is dark, his eyes are bright and energetic, he is the head of Xuanwu Hall of Shenmiao Gate — Qinglian.Staring at Nalan Mei for a moment, he thought for a while and said, "Zuiyue Village was destroyed seven days ago, and there are no survivors left in the whole village."

"Zuiyuezhuang?" Nalan Mei thought for a while and said, "But it is said that the owner of Zhuyuezhuang has a kind heart and is always willing to do good. This person should not have too many enmities. First, an enemy with the strength to destroy Zhuiyuezhuang will be easily exposed, Hall Master Qing, what is the result of your investigation?"

Qinglian shook her head, "Villa Zhuiyue had many close friends during his lifetime, so we can't find out who is the most suspect." He paused for a while, and then said, "However, it is said that after the incident, there were rumors that someone picked up the leader's token at the scene. "

"Hearsay is not credible." Nalan Mei smiled, put down his glass, and said, "However, the order of the leader of the Chasing Yuezhuang after the destruction of the door will probably cause an uproar in the Jianghu, and it will also shake the relationship between the other factions. Trust with the leader, Hallmaster Qing, while investigating, you should also pay attention not to get your cousins ​​involved, we Shenmiaomen only need to wait and see what happens."

"I understand." Qinglian nodded slightly, turned her head to the side, her cheeks were dyed with a warm light, as if she remembered something, she turned around and said, "Deputy Sect Master, after Chasing Moon Villa's destruction, I personally went to investigate Chasing Moon Villa Master The few close friends in front of him, although they did not find out the suspects, they learned that the leader of the Murong Zhuiyue had objected when he came to the throne, and then there was an order of the leader, and now, those who were once very dissatisfied with the leader Some gangs are uniting to denounce Murongyou."

"Didn't Murong You sit on the position of leader after passing all of them?" Nalan Mei asked suspiciously, his eyes fell on the dangling candlelight, and the light in his eyes flowed, could it be covered up? "...Then what other gangs are against it?"

Qinglian said in a deep voice: "Except Kongtong, Tangmen, Baiyunzhuang, and Nianhuamen are opposed, and Jiuzhai, Yunxiaozhai, and Shenmiaomen are in favor, the other factions are neutral."

"Why did Shenmiaomen object?" Nalan Mei didn't ask. He kept wearing the mask that Qing wore when he walked the rivers and lakes, and also used Qing's Shenmiaoling and Shenmiaomen's identity as the deputy head of Shenmiaomen to inquire about news. , as soon as this question comes out, he will show his feet.

Seeing that Nalan Mei hadn't spoken for a long time, Qinglian thought he was thinking about something, so she didn't disturb her. After a moment of silence, Nalan Mei's voice sounded in the hall, "Master Qing, please prepare pens, inks, papers and inkstones."

Qinglian glanced at him, ordered the servants outside the door a few times, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were delivered quickly. Nalan Mei dipped the pen in the ink and wrote a few lines of ink in a fluent manner. Mei looked at the handwriting that resembled the character Qing, and smiled with satisfaction.

"This is...?" Qinglian looked at the few lines on the paper, frowned slightly, then looked at Nalan Mei, with a look of surprise in her eyes, but immediately became worried, "Deputy sect master, do this... okay?" ?”

"I said, we just need to wait and see." Nalan Mei smiled gracefully, got up, opened the door, and left.

The wind blew in from the door and blew out the candles on the table, white smoke rose slowly in the darkness, Qinglian watched the dark figure gradually disappearing into the darkness outside the door, and she couldn't help thinking in her closed eyes. something.

The sky had lightened slightly, and as soon as she walked into the room, Nalan Mei saw a small figure lying on the table, Jun Lian was lying on the table with a sword in her arms and was sleeping soundly, looking at the flushed figure buried in the fluffy spotted mink cotton coat. With a small face, he smiled, and took the cloak on the screen to cover him.

Even though Nalan Mei's movements were very light, Jun Lian was still awakened. He raised his sleepy eyes and looked at Nalan Mei with a somewhat unfocused focus. It took him a long time to recognize him, "...Brother Nalan, you're back? "

"Yeah." Nalan Mei smiled, sat down beside him, poured a cup of tea for herself, glanced at the clean and tidy bed, and said with a smile, "Why don't you go to sleep on the bed? It’s easy to catch a cold while sleeping, have you forgotten the medicine you took last time?”

Jun Lian shook his head, as long as he thought of the sticky medicine, he would feel like vomiting even in his dreams.

Nalan Mei smiled, picked up the tea and took a sip, the cold liquid flowed into the chest cavity, his head felt much more relaxed after staying up all night, and seeing that Jun Lian was also more awake, he asked softly, "What can I do?"

Jun Lian rubbed his eyes, "It's okay, I'm just a little worried because I didn't see you when I came back from watching the fireworks." As he spoke, his sleepy eyes immediately woke up, he scanned Nalan Mei's whole body, and asked urgently, "Brother Nalan, Are you okay, the villain didn't make things difficult for you?!"

"I'm fine." Nalan smiled charmingly and stretched out his hand to rub his head, shaking his head slowly, but suddenly a figure appeared in his mind, with a bright red robe, a silver mask, a frivolous tone with evil spirit, and that Qi Guan Ruohong's swordsmanship... If the guess is correct, it should be a move in the sword manual [Yan Ying Flying], but this [Yan Ying Flying] has long been lost, how could it...

"Brother Nalan, my swordsmanship is almost perfect..." Jun Lian's words interrupted Nalan Mei's thoughts, and when she came back to her senses, Jun Lian was looking at herself expectantly, smiled slightly, and picked up the sword on the table. Handed the sword to Jun Lian, and said, "Okay, let me see how you are progressing, you go downstairs and wait for me first, I will freshen up first."

"Okay!" Jun Lian snatched the sword, and ran out the door confidently, "I'll wait for you downstairs, brother Nalan, hurry up!" Nalan responded charmingly, watching Jun Lian jumping out with a smile , then stepped forward to close the door and drop the bolt.

Trivial voices came from behind the screen. The purple and white clothes were put on the screen, covering the looming white and slender body behind the screen. The fingers of the aura pulled out the purple brocade ribbon from the clothes and wrapped up the knee-length hair. Stepping into the bath with the footstool next to the tub, the cold water reflects the crystal clearness of the skin, and the white fireflies flowing under the skin can be vaguely seen.

The slender hands scooped up water and sprinkled it on the white and elegant neck. The crystal drops of water slid down the skin, wet the strands of hair scattered around the ears and stuck to the delicate collarbone, and the slender eyelashes were half-closed. Unable to tell, he leaned against the bucket and suddenly smiled: "Since you're here, why don't you come in and have a seat?"