withered prosperity

Hua Lianlian's room is elegant and plain, not like a woman's room at all.

However, there are naturally differences between famous prostitutes and ordinary prostitutes.

"Hua Lian was originally a lady of an official's family, but she lived on her flesh and blood when she was in trouble." Murong Ji stood by the desk and flipped through the books. "She knows how to play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and she is good-looking. She is also famous in Shangjing City. Waiting for the men who want to kiss Fangze to line up from here to the gate of the city."

On the wall hung a picture of a beauty dressing in front of the mirror, with a cloudy temples and beautiful face, romantic and charming.

"She looks..." Yan Hai was about to be praised, when he suddenly realized that Yun Ji seemed to be quite displeased with this habit of his, so he stopped talking.

"When Murong Yu went outing last year, he helped her beat up a dude who wanted to take advantage of her, and I have known her since then." Murong Ji threw the book in his hand back on the table. "Murong Yu is simple-minded and greedy for fun, so he comes here every day to find her..."

So stupid it makes me want to break her leg.

"If Murong Yu cannot be cleared of the charges this time, my Murong family will be defeated. The iron armor and golden sword will definitely return to the hands of the royal family. These aristocratic families in Shangjing will also just re-rank." Murong Ji said. Saying that, there was no sign of despair on his face, and he even cupped his hands in the direction of the imperial city, with an expression of admiration on his face: "Our Majesty is a Son of Heaven."

"As an emperor, you must pay attention to the art of balance." Yan Hai walked not far from the bed and asked, "Is this here?"

"How did you know?" Murong Ji also came over, with a suspicious look on his face: "The dead maid is indeed here."

At this moment, the corpse has been removed. Although the throat was cut, the location of the knife was very ingenious, and the acupoints were sealed, so the bleeding was very little and did not flow to the ground.

There was no trace of a fight in the room, so it was very strange that Yan Hai could see the location of the dead man at a glance.

"I guessed it." Yan Hai glanced at him.

"Then keep guessing." Murong Ji sneered and said, "It would be great if you can directly guess the murderer."

Yan Hai walked to the bedside.

The curtains on the bed were half open, and the bedding was messy. He stretched out his hand to pull the curtains aside, and a faint fragrance of his daughter came over his face.

He took a deep breath, then closed his eyes as if savoring it.

Murong Ji saw his attitude and was about to mock him.

"Very fragrant?" Someone asked faster than him.

Yan Hai shook his head.

He stretched out his hand and slowly groped around the pillow, and when he retracted his hand again, he was holding a blue object in his hand.

"It's this kind of butterfly again." Murong Ji saw it and told him: "I told you before that there were many dead butterflies of this kind beside the corpse of that servant girl, and now I have someone bring them back to the prison with the corpse. The company has gone."

"Boys."

"what?"

"The maidservant is conceiving a male fetus. After three months, the yin and yang qi can be separated, and the yin butterfly dies and the yang butterfly gives birth. Since all the dead are yin butterflies, then it is naturally a male fetus."

"Wait!" Murong Ji didn't understand anything: "What are you talking about?"

"This butterfly is called Yindie. Look, it has a black mark in the center of its wings, which looks like a human eye." Yan Hai put the butterfly in his palm to let him see clearly. "The traces of the Yang butterfly here are white. The one you showed me in the palace, and the one in my hand now, are all Yin butterflies."

"I've never heard of such a thing." Murong Ji was full of doubts: "What kind of yin-yang butterfly, what is the origin of this butterfly? What does it have to do with Hua Lian's disappearance, and the death of that maidservant?"

"This matter...is getting more and more interesting..." Yan Hai took two steps to the window, and pushed it open with his free hand.

The sunlight hit his hand, and the butterfly actually turned into a puddle of blue powder in his palm.

"Ah!" Murong was extremely surprised, and hurried to his side,

It just so happened that a gust of wind blew the powder into the air, exuding a shimmering brilliance in the sun, but it disappeared in an instant.

Murong Ji grabbed his wrist, looked over and over in disbelief, thinking that he might have played some kind of tricks.

"At noon, the yang energy in the world is at its peak." Yan Hai told him, "The yin butterfly can't bear it."

But Murong Ji couldn't understand.

"How did you do it... Hey!" He just felt sour, and suddenly his hands lost strength, and he couldn't hold Yan Hai's wrist.

The wrist fell into the hands of another person.

The man named "Xiao" looked at him unkindly.

Murong Ji's heart trembled, and he couldn't help taking a step back.

"Does it hurt?" "Xiao" turned to Yan Hai and asked.

"No problem." Yan Hai shook his head.

It was only then that Murong Ji realized that he had forgotten to control his strength and scratched Yan Hai's wrist with bruises.

How could it hurt even a little bit of force? How could a big man be so thin and tender, even more delicate than Murong Yu.

And this "Xiao", this nervous look is simply...

But at this time there were important matters to ask, Murong Ji did not continue to slander.

"When I saw such a scene just now, I couldn't help feeling a bit out of control...I'm sorry." He apologized straightforwardly: "Please tell me about this matter in detail. What is the origin of these butterflies?"

"I said yes, but I'm afraid you don't believe the king."

"You didn't say anything, how can you assert that I don't believe it?"

"That's good." Yan Hai sat down next to the beauty by the window. "Let me just say something, the county king will listen to it!"

The sun was shining warmly on his body, and he suddenly felt a little tired.

"Above the East China Sea, there is an island." Yan Hai's voice was very soft, and he spoke slowly: "On this island, there are some rare creatures in the world, and this Yin butterfly is one of them."

"Yin butterflies and yang butterflies live together. Their survival does not depend on eating nectar, but relies on the yin and yang energy of the world to thrive and reproduce."

Hearing this, Murong Ji wanted to interrupt, but held back.

"This kind of butterfly has a characteristic. Once the yin butterfly swallows the yang qi, or the yang butterfly swallows the yin qi, it will die immediately." Yan Hai looked at him with a smile: "We adults, regardless of gender, have a constant yin and yang breath." Yes, but the innate qi of the fetus is not. This kind of butterfly has no intelligence and does not know how to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages. Whenever it senses this innate qi, it will rush to devour it, so if it is a male fetus, the butterfly will die. , if it is a female fetus, Yang Die will die."

"The so-called devouring..." Murong Ji's complexion was not very good.

"It's not as scary as you think." Yan Hai shook his head: "Aura is an invisible thing, not real flesh and blood, so these butterflies themselves can't kill people. Didn't the servant girl die because of cutting her throat? Is it?"

There was a moment of silence in the room.

"I... this is too absurd." Murong Ji thought for a while, then shook his head: "It's extremely absurd!"

Yan Hai had expected this reaction from him.

"I've said everything I need to say. Whether the county king believes it or not is up to you." Yan Hai stood up.

"Okay! But even if this can solve the mystery of the butterfly, can we use this to find Hua Lianlian's whereabouts? Or clear Murong Yu's suspicion?"

Yan Hai shook his head.

"The Yin butterfly is already dead, and it won't be long before it will turn into powder like the one just now." He said: "But I heard what the princess said, it seems that she was coaxed from here to the prison secretary under the guise of the county king, If I guessed correctly, that person should take advantage of that moment to take Hua Lian out of the Hongyu Building."

Murong Ji showed a thoughtful expression.

"The king of the county may wish to go back and ask the owner of the county in detail, maybe he can gain something."

Murong Ji nodded.

"Hua Lian has lost all clues here." He has always been wary of Yan Hai, but now he pays more attention to it. "Then what shall we do next?"

"Of course I went to Bai's house to take a look at Bai Lele's body." Yan Hai thought for a moment, then raised his head and asked him, "Has the county king ever thought about the possibility of killing the maidservant and taking Hua Lianli away?" , isn't it the same group of people who killed Bai Lele and designed to frame the princess?"