The wind

Gong Liangzhan has been to many palaces in different places before, big or small, rich or poor, but in the end the one that left the deepest impression on him was the Duke Meng’s Mansion in the capital facing north.Green willows form a row, yellow cranes twitter a hundred times, red is fragrant and powdery, and flowers and shadows are draped horizontally. It is not an exaggeration to put such a pile of rhetoric in the Menggonghou's mansion.

That's why on the night when Menggonghou's mansion was raided that year, the young Gongliangzhan suddenly had a nightmare. For some reason, he shed a tear for that autumn, winter, spring and summer, who wore flowers on his temples and never rested all day long. .

What a pity.

Perhaps it was from then on that when Gong Liangyan talked about Yan Yu, he had his own judgment, such as the flower that Meng Gonghou wore, such as the appearance and demeanor of Shen Qianhe that he had admired for several years.

Even though he and Shen Qianhe may have been Green Bamboo Danfeng.

So on the day when the fire burned the mountain, when Gong Liangzhan arrived at Prince Mu's mansion, after seeing the gaudy plants and trees, he was only disgusted. He turned over the wall easily and entered the mansion.

When Gong Liangzhan heard the sound and arrived at the place where Qin Zhao was, his eyes just fell on the edge of the window frame, and he saw this scene in the room: Tan Zhao with a face of astonishment and surprise vomited blood, his clothes were wide open, and his hands were covering his mouth. With the handle of the knife stuck in his chest, he raised his leg and gave the skinny man in front of him a hard kick.

Zhu Zui's ink was shaped like thin paper, and he didn't even struggle. He rolled on the ground and hit a person-high vase in a corner of the room. A blood flower, with its head drooping, was silent like this.

Seeing the case, Gongliang hurriedly entered through the window. Although he got up slowly, he took advantage of his slender body.As soon as he entered in a flash, he was in front of Tan Zhao, and saw that the saber was completely sticking to Tan Zhao's chest and coming out from the back, the momentum was still there, and the force exerted by Zhu Zuimo was still there.

Tan Zhao staggered, the pain made him lose his mind for a moment, and he had no time to think about Gong Liangzhan's breaking in through the window. He looked down at the knife stuck in his chest, as if hesitating whether to pull out the knife and come up from the handle alone. Look, the lines carved on it seem to be precious things from the capital.

Looking at the handle of the knife, Gong Liangzhan felt as if he had seen it somewhere before, and his thoughts distracted him for a moment. At this moment, Qin Zhao held the handle of the knife with both hands, and wanted to kill the knife with both hands, as if making up his mind. The knife is drawn.While he was howling, spurts of scalding blood spewed out again, and the outflowing blood suddenly thickened, turning into a strange dark red in an instant.

The knife is poisonous!It was the nameless poison attached to the corpse that I had seen in Yayizhuang, Zhenjiang Prefecture!

The poison is embedded on the blade, and the poison will leak out when the skin is subjected to external pressure.

All kinds of thoughts flooded in for a while, and Gong Liangzhan didn't care so much anymore. He stepped forward a few steps, pressed the handle of the knife with one hand, and grabbed Tan Zhao's collar with the other and shouted at him: "Where did this knife come from?" !"

Blood spewed out from Tan Zhao's chest, and Gong Liangzhan couldn't stop it at all. He saw Tan Zhao panting heavily, half-closed his eyes and said, "... who are you?"

"This knife! It was given to you by others!"

Tan Zhao's pupils were dilated, and he tried his best to laugh a few times: "So it's Gongliang... Do you still remember the capital... the spring banquet... the wine that day was really good..."

Gong Liangzhan snorted secretly, and with a trembling hand, he sealed several large acupuncture points on Tan Zhao's body, which barely stopped the bleeding.Seeing that Tan Zhao's injury had improved, Gong Liangzhan let go of his hand and let him fall to the ground.

Gong Liangzhan's voice was hoarse and hoarse, like a handful of sand grinding the bottom of a pot, and he kept repeating the three words in his mouth: "Sheng Chun Yan, Sheng Chun Yan..."

Who went to the birth spring banquet a year ago?Did the problem start a year ago?

Just when Gong Liang was thinking about it, Zhu Zui Mo still had a sliver of consciousness here, he breathed a long sigh of relief as if he was relieved, and raised his eyes with some difficulty to look at the light seeping into the room through the gap—— It turns out that there is poison on the knife, then Qin Zhao, the dog thief, will soon die...Brother, I can take revenge for the family's revenge, right?Mr. Yin... You must remember everything I have told you...

……

"Mr. Yin, is your hand feeling better? Is it still hurting?" On the night before Zhu Zuimo assassinated Tan Zhao, he came to the wing where Yin Jiuchu was staying as usual. sad.

After all, he was doing this to save himself.

"Thank you, young master, you're better." Yin Jiuchu smiled, showing a sharp chin. He also noticed that Zhu Zuimo's eyes stopped on his hand intentionally or unintentionally, so he subconsciously covered his right hand. The knuckles are swollen and shapeless, and the color is dull, how can it account for half of the past.

Seeing that Yin Jiuchu was covering up, Zhu Zuimo also knew that he was too bold, so he withdrew his eyes in a panic, arranged the medicines in his hands, and made a very inappropriate question: "Mr. Yin , It's...we're getting married soon."

"That's right, it's just getting out of this cage and going to another one. Actually, there's nothing wrong with it." Yin Jiuchu didn't notice anything, just smiled lightly, "One has to trust one's fate."

The smile on his lips shone like daylight, and the candlelight fluttered, making Zhu Zuimo suddenly understand: "... What if you can go back to Jinling?"

"Going back to Jinling? Isn't it the same everywhere? Zhong Bugui's minions are everywhere, and what's more, Zhong Bugui will do it twice if he does it once."

"Dare to ask what you mean, sir." Zhu Zuimo didn't dare to look Yin Jiuchu in the eyes, he raised Yin Jiuchu's hand tremblingly, wanting to change his medicine.

"I told you before, the reason why I can't stay with the one I love." Yin Jiuchu pulled his sleeves and stared at the sweat on Zhu Zuimo's forehead, "My father offended King Mu's henchmen and the like, Now that I think about it, it’s just a prevarication.”

"The death of the Yang family must have been expected by him, so he chose the Yin family to replace the original Yang family, and collect information for him in the future." Yin Jiuchu bit his lower lip, his voice weakened. , "That's why there is a follow-up matter. From this point of view, the whole family's life is all on Yin, so what can we do?"

"Mr. Yin, if you don't have to worry about the future, and you don't have these constraints... If you go back to Jinling, will you be happy?"

"Naturally." Yin Jiuchu nodded, "If you are not in such a prison, I really hope you can go to Jinling with me. I wish the young master can also see the reflection of the buildings outside the mansion, the quiet landscape."

Mr. Yin, I think too, I think too.

As if Zhu Zuimo had made up his mind, he finally raised his head to meet Yin Jiuchu's phoenix eyes. His eyes were a little bright, and he said softly: "Mr. Yin, you know... In fact, King Mu is not capable of doing these things. Behind him seems to be a man named Jiang Sui...but I don't know if that person is Zhong Bugui's accomplice..."

"...Also, Mr. Yin, Jinling is about to snow. If it really snows one day, Mr. Yin, can you take a look at those new plums for me?"

When Gong Liangzhan turned around, the thin and small man had already closed his eyes. In the silence of all things, the bright flower between his brows was silently growing.

……

Shen Qianhe who was in Cuihualou naturally didn't know that the outside had already become a mess. At this moment, he was staring at the fruit on the table, and randomly picked a fresh Fujian lychee to eat.

"So, your goal is the throne?" Shen Qianhe removed the shell, picked up the fragrant and delicious lychee, and waved it in front of Zong Yuan's eyes, "This snipe and clam are in danger, so I took advantage of it. strategy."

"Master Shen is too much." Zong Yuan stretched out his hand, and presented a piece of letter paper in front of Shen Qianhe, "I didn't expect Master Shen to have such a good relationship with Prefect Yu, and I am very jealous."

Shen Qianhe didn't read it, not because he wasn't interested, but because he asked Zong Yuan and wouldn't show it to him, and what was in the letter, don't think about it, it must be Yu Ruyi who found some clues about Yang's residence.

However, since Shen Qianhe and Gong Liangzan were ordered to investigate the case in Zhenjiang, they fell into the trap of Juhualou, and it was not surprising that Yu Ruyi's letter was intercepted.

"I have a question that needs to be answered by Brother Zong. Why is Empress Dowager An so sure that Zhong Bugui and Li Yanqing will enter the chess game that has been arranged? Is it because of the mere Yang Mansion?" Shen Qianhe twitched his mouth, consciously It is unlikely that I will get out alive. Instead of doing this, it is better to ask all of my brains. I have been confused all my life, and I can't go underground, and I am still a fool.

"It's indeed because of the Yang Mansion." Zong Yuan smiled, "That old fox on Mount Yang really knows too much."

"What did he know? Did he know the unspeakable secret about the first emperor? The hidden story behind the fire five years ago? Or the truth about the old case of the ghost 20 years ago?"

Shen Qianhe spoke extremely fast, and every single word was a secret that no one in the court dared to mention.

The room between the two was so quiet for half a cup of tea.

Seeing Zong Yuan's silence for a long time, Shen Qianhe felt that he was bored, and was about to explain himself back. If he knew a little more, he couldn't believe that Zong Yuan didn't have a little desire to confide in him.Just when he was thinking this way, Shen Qianhe did not expect that Zong Yuan would still agree: "If I say... all three are accounted for, would Mr. Shen believe it?"

Shen Qianhe who heard this sentence almost fell off the chair, and the lychee also forgot to chew and swallow: "What did you say?"

"What does Mr. Shen want to hear? I'll just say what I say, anyway, it doesn't matter if Mr. Shen listens." Zong Yuan reluctantly put away his ugly face, raised his eyelids, and there was a glint of coldness in his eyes, and he lingered straight at him. Shen Qianhe said, "That's all, let me tell you one by one."

So, amidst Shen Qianhe's faltering and faltering words, Zong Yuan unfolded his folding fan, and his tone was so cold that it hurt Shen Qianhe's whole body: "Refining medicine to cultivate the truth, subduing dragons and subduing tigers, a stick of longevity incense, and dragon saliva from a treasure tripod. Is it what the imperial family has longed for..."

The author has something to say: It was mentioned in Chapter 52 that Qin Zhao returned to Beijing to attend the birthday party a year ago.