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"..." Although she knew that her sister should already know her secret, He Kunjin was still very helpless when she was pointed out in such a weird way, "What Rong'er sees now is my real face, I just want to In line with the identity of the men's clothing, the edges and corners have become a little clearer. After all, I should use the identity of Jianzong this time, so I don't intend to let the court know the slightest news. Of course, I have to change my face back to the young lord Chaoqing That's right. As for the people around me, Rong'er may look the same as usual, but if someone else sees it, they will no longer know each other."

"Then I will also change Ayu, brother, can I bring it with me?"

"..." It should be said that I brought you by my side.

Seeing that her sister didn't respond, she had no choice but to cast her pitiful eyes on Liu Yanxue.

"I'm fine." Liu Yanxue smiled.

He looked at his own sister again to seek the final agreement.

"...If Rong'er doesn't speak up in front of people casually." His wife has already spoken, what else can I do besides agreeing?What's more, regarding the act of Emperor Father taking A Niang and Rong'er on a trip, but letting King Sui travel with him as the escorting prince, it is not difficult to see that he is planning something, and intends to take this opportunity to get rid of his serious worries.But is King Sui really so easy to deal with?He Kunjin always had this ominous premonition.Therefore, it would be great to have some of Rong'er's spiritual knowledge by her side to deliver the news over there in real time.

"Great!" The cat happily jumped to He Kunjin again, but was stopped by Liu Yanxue with quick eyes and hands.It froze for a while, and suddenly realized the reason why its sister was nestling on the bed, the cat's eyes dimmed, "Sister, you..."

"With your sister-in-law, a genius doctor, by your side, what are you worrying about?" He Kunjin reached out and touched the cat's head.

"..." Rubbing on my sister's palm, I resisted the urge to rush into my sister's arms, and nestled obediently on Liu Yanxue's lap.

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Chapter 40 Han House

He Kunjin, Liu Yanxue, Wei brothers and sisters, Ning Yuan and Han Zhuo, six people and one cat stepped into the ruins of the Han Mansion after the fire.A pungent burning smell rushed to the face, accompanied by the gray-black ruins of the wall; the vegetation in the front hall and backyard was burned to ashes one by one, even the trunk of the next door protruding into the wall None of the branches were spared.The five people and one cat entered such an empty house with heavy steps. They followed behind the boy who pretended to be calm and walked in front with his head down, not knowing how to comfort him.

The boy walked very slowly, his dull eyes seemed to stare at every plant, tree, brick, and tile in the house.He seems to be trying to match the ruins in front of him with the home in his mind, and he seems to be trying his best to convince himself that all these are just illusory scenes.His footsteps stopped in front of the study where he saw his father for the last time. He recalled the scene of that night, his father's gloomy eyes, his servant's strength as a cow, and his helpless crying.

He came to the incomplete door, but withdrew his raised toes, his eyes were dim, and he hesitated.He closed his eyes, holding back the tears in his eyes; he gritted his teeth and forced himself to face the cruel reality; he clenched his fists, pressed himself and raised his toes again.His calves were trembling as he entered the room, and his eyes looking into the room were red; but he finally crossed the threshold and entered the room, and the tears that had stuck to the edge were finally held back. up.

The boy's back gradually disappeared into the room, and He Rong, who was possessed by A Yu, hesitated for a moment, then rushed into the room on catwalks.He Kunjin was about to raise his heels, but was stopped by Liu Yanxue who was beside her, who shook her head and said softly, "Give him some time to be alone."

He Kunjin nodded, and quietly waited outside the door with everyone.

Inside the room, Han Zhuo knelt down beside the scorched black lump with his head bowed, his terribly red eyes could no longer shed any tears.He pulled out his father's sword from under his father's body with his trembling fingertips, and stroked the sword painfully, as if he was imagining the moment when his father lost his life over and over again, and he seemed to be recalling over and over again The good old days that are gone.His fingers gradually touched the double blades of the sword, and a terrifying thought appeared. He raised the sword tremblingly, pointed the blade to his chest, and closed his eyes tightly.

"Meow----" A long meow frightened him into a cold sweat, and the sword in his hand fell down. After a moment, he felt ashamed of his thoughts just now.The overnight change turned him from a well-fed martial arts family into a little beggar on the street. He endured this because he had never seen the truth he said with his own eyes. One last glimmer of fantasy.It's a pity that now, in this stinking room, beside the sword that his father never left and beside this scorched corpse, his illusions are completely shattered.

"Cry if you want to cry, you will feel better after crying." There seemed to be a clear girl's voice echoing in his mind, but Han Zhuo, who was immersed in his own world, didn't care.

Tears, what a strange thing.When he ran for his life all the way, and when he heard the news of his father's death, he was faced with the danger of his life one after another. His tears were like a waterfall of water, which seemed to never end; When he saw his father's unrecognizable corpse, his tears turned into a source of water in the desert, which was beyond hope.

He doesn't seem to be crying anymore.

Kneeling motionlessly in front of his father's body, holding his father's sword in both hands, Han Zhuo, who was no longer just blindly crying and relying on others, was quietly accompanied by a jade white cat in this short half hour After this, he suffered a lot, regretted a lot, but also thought a lot and realized a lot.

When the boy stepped out of the study room with a sword in one hand and a cat in the other, the people waiting at the door clearly felt that he was different when he came out and he seemed to have grown up.He Kunjin stepped forward to take A Yu, patted him on the shoulder lightly, wanted to say something, but finally decided to keep silent.The best comfort and encouragement may be the precious companionship and silence where everything is said without words.

"Master, mistress, you go in." The boy raised his head and said to He Kunjin and Liu Yanxue, his still red eyes now contained a kind of deep calm.

"Then..." Liu Yanxue didn't know how to ask the question.

"I'll go in with you too. If Master and Mistress have anything unclear, you can ask me directly." After a pause, he met Liu Yanxue's worried eyes, "Master, don't worry, Zhuo'er is fine."

He Kunjin stepped lightly into the room that had been eaten away by the flames. There was a scorched black corpse and countless wreckage of items whose original shape could not be discerned. It seemed that the fire had burned few clues left.She carefully walked around the corpse and came to the incomplete table. The half-open drawer was filled with ashes, but there were a few suspected knife marks that were still faintly visible on the corner of the table and the drawer.Her heart skipped a beat, and she walked around to the back of the desk, and as expected, she found another black corpse behind the desk, and the dagger tightly held in the corpse's hand.

She bent down and waved to call Liu Yanxue who was not far away, and the two of them searched for everything that could be called clues on this unexpected corpse.The cheeks and clothes of the corpse had been burnt clean long ago, but even so, the two of them could still clearly see the lethal black hole on the corpse's chest.

"The weapon that caused such a wound...should be a sword, a dagger." Liu Yanxue looked up at He Kunjin, "Since it is a dagger, it must not have been made by Ah Zhuo's father. Qing'er thinks, Who should be the second corpse in the study? But the murderer?"

"Maybe not." He Kunjin pointed to the broken window not far from the table, "The window is open. Judging from the place where he fell and the posture in which he fell, I think he is more It's like breaking in through the window to save someone when the murderer was committing the crime, but he failed to save the victim and instead risked his own life because he lost to the murderer."