Neverland

In addition to this line of writing, another sentence was added with a thin pen next to it: "We are [-] years old when we meet and die."The ink marks on the two lines are slightly different. Judging from the distance from the edge of the paper, the next line should be filled in later.

These two lines of poems cannot be matched at all. According to Song Xueqing's literary attainments, she should not make this kind of mistake of "embedding flowers and adding trees to trees".

The person in the painting is dressed in red, with a pair of soft leather boots under his feet, the boots wrapping his well-shaped calf, and a small silver dagger looming under the robe at his waist.

Adding the phrase "The world is full of evening sunshine", ninety-nine percent of the people in this painting are Meng Wanqing.

This painting looks like it has been painted, but for some reason it has not been framed.Yan Cen pulled it out from the pile of rice paper, looked at the inscription below, and then understood why.

——This painting was originally intended to be painted by Song Xueyao as a birthday present for Meng Wanqing, and it was planned to be given to her on the seventh day of April.

But now that the person is gone, of course there is no way to give birthday presents.

Yan Cen got a lot of clues in Song Xueyao's study, which was enough to confirm most of the conjectures in his heart.

If it is as Xu Muzhou guessed, then Liu Yingying is indeed inextricably linked to these two trivial matters—the poisoning of Song Xueyao was at her behest, and the destruction of Meng Wanqing's mother clan was also the result of her instigation. In disguise, she got a lot of benefits in the palace.

It can be said that if these things are considered as one, then Liu Yingying is undoubtedly the biggest winner.

In the harem, status symbolizes the emperor's favor, and the emperor's favor in turn symbolizes a woman's future, whether she can live comfortably and other factors, not to mention that Liu Yingying has a child under her knees.

In fact, Yan Cen hadn't confided all his conjectures to Xu Muzhou and Pan - in fact, Yan Cen didn't feel that Wei Wenxuan was completely ignorant of this matter.

Except for mediocrity and stupid kings, those who are emperors are more or less mediocre.Song Xueyao died for no reason, Yan Cen couldn't believe that Wei Wenxuan didn't have any guesses.He may have had a vague guess, but he didn't, and he didn't intend to investigate who did it.

This may be the reason why he pretends to be affectionate and wants to put an end to future successors - he is also guarding against these big-hearted high-ranking concubines in the harem.

Because as long as there is no successor, Song Xueyao's son is the only legitimate son.

——It’s so boring.

Yan Cen tore a piece of paper casually, sprinkled some water into the inkstone, worked hard to undo some residual ink, took a pen to collect and organize these clues, and extracted the key points, and listed them one by one on the paper.

Then Yan Cen put down his pen, looked at the painting for a while, then silently put it back into the stack of rice paper, covered it with clean paper, and restored everything on the desk to its original state.

If there is no accident, no one will come to this study.The Changqiu Palace will not be opened again until Wei Wenxuan dies, the new emperor ascends the throne and marries the new queen, and then everything here will be taken away and thrown away, never to see the light of day.

After finishing all this, Yan Cen folded the notes with dried ink, put them in his arms, and left the study.

Yan Cen's time in the study was not short, the sun had already started to set when he went out, the originally dazzling sunlight was covered with a hazy orange halo, which was very warm.

He walked out along the quiet path with few people, and finally bumped into Xu Muzhou who was looking for him on the stone road in the bedroom and garden.

"Brother Yan." When Xu Muzhou saw him, he stepped up and ran to his side, heaving a sigh of relief: "It's just right, I've been looking for you for a long time."

"What's wrong?" Yan Cen asked.

Yan Cen asked seriously, but Xu Muzhou choked for a moment, he scratched his face, not knowing what to say.

"...I ate a big melon." Xu Muzhou said.

Yan Cen: "...what?"

Xu Muzhou looked around, and told Yan Cen the conversation between him and Xin Yi in detail in the afternoon. Although he wanted to exchange information, he was more at the hands of gossip. After finishing speaking, Song Xueyao After the "possible" special relationship with Meng Wanqing, he clicked his tongue and said with emotion: "Does Neverland feel that my situation is particularly suitable for empathy in special sexual tasks? Why are there all such tasks?"

"Song Yan did it on her own. Except for that special situation, this is the first time you have encountered a special mission." Yan Cen ruthlessly broke his emotion, and said: "Besides, I think that Song Xueyao is not necessarily just like Meng Meng. There is something unclear between Wan Qing - I can only say that there is suspicion."

As Yan Cen said, he handed the piece of paper with clues in his arms to Xu Muzhou, motioning him to read it.

Xu Muzhou saw the information on the painting first, licked his lips with a toothache, pointed to the black and white words on it and said, "...is this nothing unclear?"

"It's just a birthday present." Yan Cen said, "I don't deny that the relationship between the two of them is far better than that of other concubines...but in the harem, grinding the mirror is a great sin. If she really has the guts, with Song Xueyao's living environment where she grew up with three obediences and four virtues, can she realize that this special feeling is love?"

Yan Cen's attitude has always been one of suspicion, Xu Muzhou thought about it, and felt that what he said seemed to make sense.

But now in the final analysis, the two parties passed away one after another. This kind of secret relationship is destined to be an unsolved case, and there is no need to ask.

Xu Muzhou looked at the piece of paper with clues all over his eyes, his brows slowly furrowed.

"...So it really is Liu Yingying who has a problem." Xu Muzhou said, "The deaths of these two people seem to have something to do with her."

"Oh yes." Xu Muzhou said, and showed Yan Cen the hydrangea dew on his wrist: "It suddenly moved in the afternoon, and the mission is now halfway through, but since we are divided into two groups, I don't know where to go. The clue of who exactly was at that moment triggered the progress bar to drop."

Yan Cen glanced at the hydrangea and said, "Maybe there are all of them."

Xu Muzhou has always guessed that Song Xueyao's obsession is to avenge the injustice, but now this "injustice" has also been inexplicably mixed with the concubine Shu of the foreign race, so that Xu Muzhou has become uncertain.

"It seems that the progress of the mission has stalled now." Xu Muzhou said, "It seems that we can only wait for Song Xueyao's autopsy at night."

"No, let's take advantage of this time to investigate Meng Wanqing." Yan Cen said, "Meng Wanqing's death was also very strange. Wei Wenxuan made it clear that he wanted to let her go. I don't know how she died when the dust settled. She was suddenly murdered two months later... and the timing of her death was too coincidental, so we had to investigate."

Xu Muzhou sighed, and he was still not very optimistic about this mission. After all, the suspected opponents who appear now are high-ranking and powerful, and they are very useful to the "highest rule of the era". To achieve this goal should not be so simple.

"That's right, let's take a step and see." Xu Muzhou said, "There is no other way... Shall we go to Meng Wanqing's mourning hall now?"

"No." Yan Cen said, "Go to a different place first."

When Yan Cen said this, his expression was calm and his tone was normal, Xu Muzhou thought he was looking for some new clues.

Until Yan Cen led him over the back wall of the imperial dining room, and then entered the smallest stove room familiarly, lifted the cover cage on the stove without seeing anything, and stuffed a warm porcelain bowl into it. When he held it, Xu Muzhou hadn't recovered yet.

In Xu Muzhou's barren life, he had thought about the future development countless times, but he never thought that one day he would squat in the imperial dining room and cut off the afternoon tea given to the emperor - or he would be associated with it .

"Brother Yan..." Xu Muzhou and Yan Cen each held a bowl: "...Is this what you're here for?"

Yan Cen was also holding a similar porcelain bowl, leaning against the corner of the wall, looking sideways at the brick red palace wall outside the window beside him, drinking the sweet soup in the bowl one after another.

"Didn't you complain that you didn't care about the food when you were out of the field?" Yan Cen finished the bowl of soup in his hand in two gulps, put the bowl on the wooden shelf next to the cabbage, and said with a smile: "Yushan, how does it taste?" ?”

"It's delicious, but the afternoon tea is not too filling." Xu Muzhou said truthfully.

"Then come again at dinner time." Yan Cen said.

"Hey——" Xu Muzhou couldn't laugh or cry: "This is the imperial dining room, not our canteen."

He said "our family" very smoothly, Yan Cen didn't feel any better, Xu Muzhou was stunned for a while.

"So what?" Yan Cen rarely joked along with him: "Who told Wei Wenxuan not to care about food?"

Xu Muzhou leaned against the stove, not knowing how to answer this sentence.No matter the rice was just a casual complaint from him, he didn't expect Yan Cen to really take it to heart.With a thought in his mind, Xu Muzhou suddenly asked: "...Can you remember whatever I say casually, no matter when?"

Yan Cen glanced at him: "You don't talk too much."

This is an admission in disguise.

Xu Muzhou inexplicably felt a little hot, so he stopped talking and finished the bowl of sweet soup in small sips.

Yan Cen waited patiently for the little foxes to mop up here, Xu Muzhou was not polite, he ate half a plate of dim sum for someone who didn't know after drinking the soup, Yan Cen tested the poison for him one by one during the period, and there was nothing wrong with it. patient.

"It's so satisfying." Xu Muzhou touched his stomach, hung it on Yan Cen's arm, and moved from the side door of the imperial dining room to the palace road outside, while moving, he said with emotion: "The six cooks take turns to serve... I want to be the chef too... emperor."

"There are more than six cooks in the canteen of Neverland," Yan Cen said.

Yan Cen didn't look like a wounded person at all, holding Xu Muzhou with one hand was like holding a plate of pastry, effortlessly.

Fortunately, it took half an hour to walk from the imperial dining room to Concubine Shu's mourning hall, which barely made Xu Muzhou feel better.When they reached the slightly shabby little hall, Xu Muzhou was finally able to barely walk upright.

But the strange thing is that although the ostentation here is very shabby, at least some people sing scriptures and burn papers, which will always make some noise, but this time Xu Muzhou stood in front of the palace gate, but felt that it was quiet inside, half There was no sound from the side, and even the smell of burnt yellow paper in the air was much lessened.

It's only been a day and a night since the last time they broke into this mourning hall by accident, so it stands to reason that there won't be such a change.

Xu Muzhou glanced sideways at Yan Cen, his face was a bit ugly.