Chasing brother for thousands of miles

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When Mr. Qixian and his party arrived at the so-called Liuxiang Tomb, it was already overcrowded. Apart from the big group of girls from Hongxiu Pavilion, there were also many spectators.

Ruiji's tomb was built in a large area of ​​rose bushes, which bloomed just right in midsummer, the tombstone had already been erected, the petals were blowing with the wind, and the fragrance was floating, and even the gloom and mist seemed to have subsided for a while.

The mother of the Hongxiu Pavilion took the lead in putting incense on her head, and the graceful and delicate women went up one by one to pay homage, symbolically dressed plainly, but still charming and coquettish, with lotus growing every step of the way, every time one came out, there were onlookers applauding, Commentary.

Wen Nianyuan looked at this attitude coldly, there was no such thing as mourning, it was just a disguised solicitation of benefactors, even the dead were not spared, and it was too early to use the name to clear the way for the living.

One life is exchanged for a romantic story handed down from generation to generation.

Fortunately, the confidantes and bones under the loess can't see these hypocritical acts.

Among them, there are also some sincerely sentimental Hua Niangs, who shed tears for their former sisters or for their own helpless life because they were hurt by others and their own things.

A few servants burned some paper ingots on the grave, and occasionally some men came over by themselves, or sent a bookboy to come over, holding the paper with poems and sacrificial rites, and recited them in front of the grave with emotion, winning a burst of praise sound, and then handed it over to the servant and burned it together.

Mr. Qixian stood far away, with his hands behind his back, watching the bustle of the fragrance of makeup and death with cold eyes.

The madam has sharp eyes, and out of so many people, she found Ye Leiting. Ye Leiting was one of the guests who had a very good relationship with Rui Ji, so she hurriedly called out: "Young Master Ye!"

Tears fell before the voice fell, Ye Leiting stepped forward and heard her sobbing, "Master Ye is coming back late, Rui'er... Ruier, a silly child, she really can't think about it..."

Ye Leiting showed a look of pity, went to the front and lit a stick of incense, then turned to ask the madam, "Is Rui Niang really committed suicide? When I came to see her earlier, it seemed that she had no intention of committing suicide."

"It was good at first, but who would have thought that suddenly—if the suicide note hadn't been found, the guest would have been wronged."

"Suicide note?" Wen Nianyuan pushed aside the crowd and walked in front of the madam.

Seeing that it was the umbrella boy who came and went without a trace that day, the bustard's complexion changed, she patted her chest, and let out a sigh of relief, "Rui'er left it behind, this child is too high-minded, she said she likes it." I hired a man from a noble family, and knowing that I wasn't good enough, I jumped into the horns."

It sounds reasonable, but..."I clearly remember that day, you insisted that the guest in the room was the murderer, and you also said that Rui Ji had talked to the guest in the morning. Is it a ghost?"

The bustard was at a loss for words, and reluctantly said, "Who knows, maybe Ruier's thoughts are too heavy, and a ray of her soul has not yet dissipated, so I can't say for sure."

Seeing her eyes rolling wildly and her face turning pale, she knew that she was lying in nine out of ten cases. It seemed obvious that she no longer wanted to investigate the cause of the death of her own cash cow. Wen Nianyuan wanted to ask again, but after thinking about it, he decided to forget it.

The girls had already finished their performances, and the gifted scholars were almost finished reading their poems, the crowd began to slowly disperse, Wen Nianyuan walked back to Qi Xian, but happened to meet the other party's eyes.

With a wave of Qi Xian's eyes, he motioned him to look at a bush in a hidden corner in the distance. Wen Nianyuan followed the direction he signaled, and saw a small sedan chair vaguely behind the tree, with one hand lifting the curtain of the sedan chair, someone was coming this way watch.

Seeing that the crowd began to disperse, the hand retracted and lowered the car curtain, and soon the small sedan was lifted up and gradually drifted away.

"It's not ordinary people, depending on the sedan chair system, ordinary officials and wealthy households can't afford it." Qi Xian said lightly.

Wen Nianyuan nodded to show that he knew, but he turned his head to look at the mask on Qi Xian's face, he didn't like this mask, it made people feel suffocated.

It also conceals the person's original self.

Unexpectedly, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to take off the mask. Just as his fingertips touched the cold edge, someone else's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Brother Qixian, this brother, what are you two going to do next? It's a rare chance to meet, and I'll be your host, how about treating you two to a drink?" Ye Leiting got rid of the crowd of Yingying and Yanyan in the Red Sleeve Pavilion, and walked over to laugh ask.

Wen Nianyuan withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened, but his gaze at Ye Leiting was even more unfriendly. He was already serious, but now he added a little sharpness, his eyes were like needles. If there was substance, Ye Leiting might have been poked countless holes.

"Ye Shaoxia seems to have been relieved from the sad news of the beauty's death, so very good." Mr. Qixian looked at Ye Leiting with slightly raised lips as if he hadn't noticed the actions of the people around him just now.

He was born with a handsome appearance, and there was a kind of chilling beauty in his words and deeds. When he turned his eyes, he saved thousands of words, making people feel that he was elusive when he was near and far.

Although Ye Leiting couldn't see his expression, he could feel the smile in his eyes, unknowingly he was a little embarrassed, and subconsciously said, "Rui Niang and I have always been friends of gentlemen, she is very proficient in poetry and books, and is very good at chess. It’s also good, I often come to have a hand-to-hand chat with her, and I never stay overnight.”

He didn't lie, among Ruiji's many benefactors, only Ye Leiting treated her as a confidant rather than a flower girl in a flower house, and never stayed in the Red Sleeve Pavilion.

"Ye Shaoxia, I don't understand what Ye Shaoxia said." Qixian glanced at Ye Leiting, said something slowly, before waiting for an answer, he walked away with his hands behind his hands, and looked away.

The people around the Liuxiang Tomb have been scattered, and there is only one man who is still hunched over, burning papers one by one in front of Rui Ji's grave, which are filled with densely packed small characters, presumably nothing more than Write a sentence of condolence and lovesickness.

Wen Nianyuan realized that Ye Leiting had no intention of leaving, he seemed to be a little close to the man he had been chasing, and said, "We've never met before, so we might as well go our separate ways."

This is naked/naked driving people away.

Although Mr. Qixian said that he didn't know Wen Nianyuan at the beginning, but in Ye Leiting's view, there was something wrong with these two people, they definitely didn't look like strangers, but he didn't know why they had to act like they met strangers.

He understood that what Wen Nianyuan said about parting ways meant that they had just left him, and the two of them must still be together.

Just about to say something to invite Mr. Qixian to continue walking with him, suddenly Ye Leiting's ears twitched, he reached out and pressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, and said in a deep voice: "Someone is here."

Wen Nianyuan and Qixian didn't seem to have any sense of crisis, and remained indifferent, but soon Ye Leiting knew the reason why they didn't move, because the person who came was Qingtong.

He walked up to Mr. Qixian, and handed over a piece of paper, "Master, the guests Rui Ji picked up before her death, as well as some benefactors that Rui Ji usually made friends with recently, are all on this."

"It's hard work." Qi Xian stretched out his hand to take it, unfolded it, and saw Ye Leiting's name in the middle, he gave Ye Leiting a sideways glance with a half-smile, and continued to look.

Liang Jun, Yu Zifei, Ni Song, Lin Wengu... "Are these all scholars?"

"Yes. Young master, it is said that Ruiji is very polite to scholars, and even give some property to some scholars who don't have enough money to rush for the exam."

Qi Xian thinks of other people's evaluation of Rui Ji, she is a good person.

However, there are more high-ranking officials and dignitaries in the list. Obviously, with Rui Ji's status, she has seen more of these people.Ruiji's last benefactor on the day before her death was Gao Rusong.

A high-ranking official among high-ranking officials is an important minister.

And this important minister has recently been caught in a dispute, and his status is a bit precarious.However, he has been an official for many years, and the power in his hands is still not to be underestimated.

"Ye Shaoxia." Qi Xian, who seemed to be thinking about the list, suddenly looked up and asked inexplicably, "When do you think a man can't keep a secret?"

Ye Leiting pondered for a moment, then shook his head, "People in the Jianghu are the most righteous, and Chengjun promises to keep it for life."

Gently pinching the list with two fingers, Mr. Qi Xian said pointedly: "Renrou Township is a hero's tomb. Men can't keep secrets when they are happy in bed."

"..." Ye Leiting didn't speak.

The man who casually uttered amazing words did not stop, and continued to sigh: "However, after waking up from the gentle village, a man will only remember when he regrets that the one who can keep the secret the most is the dead."

The most important thing is that many times, women who have learned those secrets intentionally or unintentionally also understand this.

Wen Nianyuan was a little helpless when he said that he didn't care about getting up/things, "The madam said that the woman left a suicide note."

"The suicide note... the leftover book, who knows who left it. Let's go." Qixian folded the list and left.

"Where to go?"

"Ghost hunting."

"..."

The moon rises and the sun sets, another day passes, time flies like a white horse, rushing forward without end.

What was once famous yesterday has already been left behind in the new feasting and feasting.

Hongxiu Pavilion, Ruiji's room.

No one wants to use the room where someone has died, even if it represents the honor of the oiran, Rui Ji's room is empty and deserted, and outside the door is full of singing, dancing, and people coming and going.

In the dark, Wen Nianyuan stretched out his hand and squeezed Qixian's palm, he didn't speak, but both of them understood that he was asking if he was cold.

The room was haunted and cold, as if a real ghost was still lingering here.

Qixian didn't respond, let Wen Nianyuan pinch his hand and didn't let go, the breathing of the few people had been adjusted to the point where it was almost undetectable, silently hiding in the corner.

month to midday.

The broken window frame made a faint sound, as if the wind had blown through the branches, casting deep and shallow shadows on them.

coming.