Kuaichuanzhi and Zha Gong are in deep love

It would take at least five days to pass the letter from the prefect's mansion in Yi County to the summer resort in Chi County.

The bodyguard Yingba ran the official road, day and night, and changed another horse at the post station on the way.

At this time, seeing the Chijun city gate close in front of him, Ying Ba, who was extremely tired, felt more and more heavy on his steps.

In such weather, the corpse should not be kept for a long time, so when the master and wife received the news, the second young master would have already been buried.

The villa is adjacent to the lake, and the willows by the lake are as green as the early spring, and the villa is also peaceful and leisurely.

Jian Zhizhang likes to listen to music, and has invited local famous actors to sing in the village for several days.

So when Yingba knocked on the gate of the villa, a tune of opera was blown into my ears.

His sore legs gave way and he almost fell to his knees, but fortunately the guard guarding the gate helped him up.

"Yingba? Did you just go to beg for a meal with this outfit!"

It's no wonder that he described it like this, Yingba who lived in the open for five days.

The current image is not much different from that of a beggar, unkempt and covered in dust.

"Quick, quickly help me to see Mrs. Master, something happened in the mansion!"

The guards saw that he was indeed in a bad condition, and he didn't seem to be lying.

With a condensed expression, he supported him and ran quickly towards the mansion. Along the way, people looked at them in surprise.

At this time, "Feng Xue Pei" is being sung on the stage set up in the hall.

In the play, in order to find a good son-in-law for his daughter Gao Qiufang, Gao Zan, a wealthy businessman, not only rejects Yan Jun, the son of the eunuch, but also asks him to meet his son-in-law.

Who would have thought that the illiterate, ignorant and inexperienced Yan Jun would not give up and tricked his cousin Qian Qing into impersonating him.

Qian Qing is outstanding in appearance and talented in literature. At the blind date banquet, Qiu Fang, who was disguised in disguise, fell in love with him at first sight.

At this time, it was about the day of welcoming the bride, the weather suddenly changed, the wind and snow were mixed, and the lake was swelled and the boat could not be sailed.

Afraid of being late, Gao Zan asked the two newcomers to worship on the spot in the Gao Mansion.

Although Zhang is not addicted to opera, he is inevitably attracted by the plot.

When he was fascinated, he did not forget to pour a cup of tea for Jian Zhizhang.

After Ying Ba rushed in, he not only interrupted the opera on stage, but also shocked Mrs. Zhang.

Jian Zhizhang was dissatisfied, and slammed the table: "Presumptuous, who broke into the hall rashly!"

Ying Ba put his knees on the ground, said that his subordinates should be damned, and then reported Jian Xin's murder in a choked voice.

Mrs. Zhang: "What did you say?"

Ying Ba desperately squeezed out two tears: "The second young master died on the night of the eighth day!"

Mrs. Zhang couldn't catch her breath, and passed out on the spot. The servant girl pinched Renzhong in panic, and she gradually regained consciousness.

Jian Zhizhang stood up in a daze and then fell back on the chair, his face full of disbelief!

He swept the teacup on the table, and couldn't help but get angry.

"What you said is true? If you make it up, I will definitely kill you!"

Zhang turned her head angrily, her normally dignified face became distorted and gray at this moment.

She stared at Ying Ba: "Say it! You're lying, aren't you?"

Ying Ba was exhausted from the long journey, and now he was suppressed by the two masters again.

The dry and chapped lips trembled badly, and the whole person was in a kind of desperate panic.

Do you have to die if you say anything!Where do the lives of these servants belong to themselves?

Ying Ba lowered his body and knocked his head several times in a row, the sound of the pounding was shocking!

His voice was full of pity for himself: "Master, madam, the second young master was indeed killed!"

Mrs. Zhang screamed and turned over again, Jian Zhizhang glared at her.

Waved someone to lift her down: "Go ask the doctor to take a look!"

Jian Zhizhang has only two sons, and the eldest son is disfigured and cannot be seen.

Although the second son is illiterate, he is also his only hope.

But now he was killed?He can't accept it no matter what!

Who actually wanted to cut off his back, Jian Zhizhang's tone was full of resentment: "Who killed my son!?"

Ying Ba shook his head helplessly: "Master, I haven't heard that the murderer has been caught when I left the mansion. I must, I must have a conclusion in the next few days!"

Jian Zhizhang was so angry that his seven orifices were filled with smoke, you trash who couldn't even catch the murderer!

In the end, I could only arrange: "Clean up and prepare to go home!"

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After all, Jian Xin died violently, so the hasty burial was very low-key.

Not to mention that ordinary people don't know that someone died in the prefect's mansion, even some relatives don't know about it for the time being.

There is the ancestral grave of Jian's family in the western suburbs cemetery, and Jian Xin was buried in it.

Si Nian suspected that it was the ghosts of Di Sheng and the two of them, so he naturally wanted to start with Jian Xin.

After death, no matter whether there is a whole body or not, there is a chance to return to the soul in the first seven nights.

Especially those who have been brutally killed, the resentment is so great that they want to stay in the world and cause chaos.

It was night, when everything was silent, Si Nian lit a tranquilizing incense by Wu Susu's bedside.

With the soft silver moonlight outside the window, Si Nian's gaze was fixed on Wu Susu's face for a long time.

Wu Susu, who was still a child, had very immature facial features.

I fell asleep soundly, maybe I had some good dream, my lips were still smacking.

In fact, Si Nian rarely looked at Wu Susu's face carefully.

All he saw through this face was Jian Shou, who was both satisfied and disappointed for a moment.

This sour feeling will leave a deep sadness as long as it takes a long time.

Ah Shou, who was miserable in his previous life, also cast a clean womb, forgetting everything about the past.

No matter how hard he tried in the past year, he couldn't go back to the past, and Susu was not Ah Shou after all.

For some reason, that exquisite face appeared in his mind.

He sneered to himself, at the beginning when he thought he looked like Ah Shou, he must have been blinded by an evil spirit.

His A-Shou would never be so indifferent to him, nor would he be so cold-blooded and vicious to kill someone.

Si Nian looked away from Wu Susu's face, and left the back room lightly.

He avoided the night guards and sneaked into the purple bamboo forest alone.

But the further he walked, the more familiar he felt.

The layout of the prefect's mansion has changed too much, but the north-south orientation cannot be changed.

Bie Zhi at the end of the purple bamboo forest is almost the same as the original courtyard.

Si Nian vaguely felt that something was wrong, but there was no time to think about it right now, so he temporarily put it aside.

He took out a fire pocket from his pocket and carefully looked at the purple bamboo forest.

The fallen leaves and mud on the stone road have been swept away, and even the blood left by Jian Xin has disappeared.

Si Nian held the Huozhezi up to his eyes, and the dense scratches on Zhu's body were immediately visible.

Si Nian narrowed his eyes, stretched out his index finger to press on a sharp scratch, and pulled it down hard!

The thin calluses on the fingertips were cut open, and blood gushed out instantly.

Shockingly, all the blood was absorbed by the scratches on the bamboo.

Even wanted to get more sticky to Si Nian's fingers.

A piercing pain rushed from the wound on the fingertips to the Tianling Gai, Si Nian suddenly tore his fingers away, and took a deep breath!

These bamboos are no longer dead objects, but turned into bloodthirsty monsters!

Sure enough, Jian Xin's death was not a man-made killing.

But relying on these to put the crime on Di Sheng is too blunt.

But Si Nian has never been an upright gentleman who pays attention to evidence. He silently looked at the dark eaves on the edge of Biezhi in the distance, not knowing why he was still hesitating.

Not bad, one more reason.

Si Nian's eyes were condensed, he had to go to the Western Suburb Cemetery.

Si Nian threw the unextinguished fire into the depths of the bamboo forest.

The half-dead branches and leaves were ignited immediately in dry weather, and the fire gradually intensified!

Si Nian's figure had long since disappeared in the prefect's mansion.

Only the purple bamboo forest that burned into a sea of ​​flames remained, illuminating half of the sky.

Qin Shou stood on Bie Zhi's attic, and the heat waves not far away rushed towards him one after another.

He looked at the sea of ​​flames in front of him, and put a restraint on his face expressionlessly.

Oh, idiot.

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Jian Yun suffers from insomnia and can't fall asleep every night, but it doesn't mean that he is willing to be woken up late at night.

In the past few days, she has been very busy with Jian Xin's affairs.

In a few days, father and mother will rush back to the mansion to question him.

And he didn't want himself to become a scapegoat for no reason.

He wanted Jian Xin to die, but he would not use such a low-handed method that everyone knew!

Of course, although this sentence is very reasonable, he has no way to say it as a dialectical content.

There were still people knocking on the door, but they dared not come in.

Jian Yun growled, "What the hell is going on!?"

The maid was about to cry, "Young master, there is water in the purple bamboo forest!"

Jian Yun suddenly woke up, turned over from the bed and rushed out.

As soon as I opened the door there was a distinct smell of smoke, and looking west, the flames were blazing!

Jian Yun's chest heaved violently, holding his breath in his chest and about to explode!

It's like this again, it's like this again!Being played in the dark!

However, the maidservant screamed, obviously frightened by Jian Yun's ugly and terrifying expression.

Jian Yun suddenly withdrew all expressions, but the good eye was full of viciousness.

He walked step by step towards the maidservant who was too scared to move.

He reached out and hooked her neck, wantonly feeling her helpless trembling.

"Are you afraid of me? Am I ugly?"

The maid was completely speechless and her eyes were tightly closed.

Jian Yun lowered his head and panted, "I gave you a chance..."

With a click, the maid's slender neck was broken cruelly!

Jian Yun let go of her hand, allowing her to fall limply to the ground, like a piece of trash.

He glanced coldly at the guard not far away, and left only two words: "Fire."

After returning to the house, Jian Yun changed her outfit, and the black long clothes wrapped her body tightly.

He put on the bamboo hat and hid his face in the veil, then walked towards the study.

The eyes of the jade unicorn on the bookshelf emitted a cold light.

As it turned, the wall behind the bookshelf also moved out a gap of one person's width.

The fire in the secret room is burning vigorously, and the bitter smell of medicine is intermittently released along with the smoke.

Jian Yun stared at the bright fire and refused to look away, hope was reflected in his pupils, this is his 'life-saving medicine'!

But Wuweizi was not here, so Jian Yun had no choice but to leave the secret room

Walking out along the secret road, the secret road leads directly to the outside of the mansion, Jian Yun doesn't need to disturb anyone when he goes out this time.

After inviting Wuweizi down the mountain, I was afraid that he would break his promise and run away.

Jian Yun locked him in a secret room without thinking about it, and killed him until he finished refining the medicine.

But Wu Weizi saw through his evil thoughts at a glance, and put the ugly words in front of him.

"Young master, take your thoughts away. If I want to, I can save you. If I don't want to, I can also make your soul fly away after death."

Since then, Jian Yun has given up such thoughts, and has taken a fancy to Wuweizi a little more.

He bought a house for Wuweizi in Yijun City, so most of the time, Wuweizi lives there.

But in the early morning, there was already a faint light in the sky.

The vendors who got up early started to set up stalls on both sides of the street in twos and threes.

When Jian Yun knocked on the door of Wuweizi's courtyard, Wuweizi was meditating with his face flushed.

The table was full of finished wine bottles, and I don't know if I was really meditating or fell asleep because of drunkenness.

Jian Yun knocked for a long time and no one answered, but the watchdog opposite the door barked loudly, causing the owner to curse a few times before he calmed down.

Jian Yun's heart was filled with agitation, and he looked around the terrain to see if he could climb over the wall and enter.

Wu Weizi opened the door at this moment, not too early and not too late, just enough to push people to the ground.

"It turned out to be the young master, I just woke up, didn't I wait long?"

Jian Yun, who was full of anger, had no choice but to give up, and quickly stepped into the courtyard gate with a sullen face.

Wuweizi asked him to come in and sit down, but Jian Yun said no.

"I came to the Taoist priest to ask for something, and I hope the Taoist priest will help me."

Wu Weizi stroked his beard without first agreeing: "Tell me, what is it?"

"Help me find the murderer who killed Jian Xin." Jian Yun clenched his fists unconsciously, "It doesn't matter if you can't find the truth... My parents trust you the most."

As long as the murderer is not me, it doesn't matter who he is, just find a fake substitute!

Wuweizi chuckled twice, appreciating Jian Yun's words clearly.

"Speaking of it, it's also fate. The young master may not know that my disciple is also in Yijun!"

"Oh?" Jian Yun didn't understand the relationship between the two.

Wu Weizi didn't continue talking, but just said without beginning and end: "Since there is a fate, the young master will definitely get his wish."

Jian Yun's words are enough for him.

"So good."