Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

Night falls.

After sending off the last batch of guest officials, the running hall in Yuelai Inn closed the door and closed.

A slender, white hand with well-defined bones suddenly pressed the door panel.

Xiao Paitang was startled, and looked at the man.

The person holding the door panel was dressed in black clothes, his handsome face was icy and cold, and his black eyes were staring at him without blinking.

Those black eyes were as deep as a pool, without waves or ripples, as dead and silent as the eyes of a dead person.

Seeing him staring at Xiao Pao Tang, he felt a chill, moved the door panel, and hurriedly said: "Guest officer, please come inside."

After welcoming the person inside, he closed the door, looked at the strange young master in front of him, and said tremblingly, "Do you want to be a guest officer or stay in the shop?"

"stay"

A voice that was so cold that there was no warmth at all sounded slowly.

Xiao Paitang hurriedly greeted him to a good guest room on the second floor, left behind a lamp, said "if the guest officer has anything to do, please give me an order", and fled away from the strange young man in black clothes.

Young Master Xuanpao came to the tea table, picked up the teapot by the light and slowly poured a cup of tea.

The sound of pouring water resounded in the silent and dark room.

The tall and slender figure stood silently beside the tea table, with thin lips tightly pressed together, the handsome face illuminated by the lights was gloomy and cold, those dark dark eyes were full of murderous intent, treacherous and cold.

The teacup in his hand made a "clucking" sound when he pinched it with such force that it almost crushed the entire teacup.

His eyes turned cold, and the cold tea in the cup mercilessly smashed to the side of the potted plant.

In the middle of the night, the Yuelai Inn was dark and silent, and there was no sound at all.

The entire inn fell into a deep sleep at night.

In the darkness, a black shadow flickered in the corridor on the second floor, and slowly pushed the ecstasy smoke into a room at the end of the corridor on the second floor with extremely skillful techniques.

After estimating that it was almost time, the man quickly slipped in and closed the door lightly.

The room was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers, and the window paper in front of the bed barely let in a few rays of moonlight, making it difficult to discern the outline of the bed.

A person's body bulged up on the bed, as if a person was sleeping with his head covered.

Suddenly, a sharp and cold dagger appeared in the darkness.

The man in Xuanyi, holding the dagger, walked towards the bed step by step.

The man in the black robe stared at the person sleeping quietly on the bed with a gloomy face, his dark eyes turned red with hatred, and the bottom of his eyes was no longer calm like a dead person, but distorted and cold.

Zhao Chen, after more than 20 years, you finally showed up.

With a twist of the wrist, the sharp dagger formed a cold arc in the dark.

Pricked on soft cotton.

The face of the man in Xuanpao changed, and he lifted the quilt abruptly.

A lifelike humanoid doll lay under the quilt, and the exaggerated hippie smiling face on the doll seemed to be mocking him.

Alarm bells were ringing in his heart, and he was about to jump out of the window and escape.

It's too late.

Suddenly the lights in the room flickered on.

The elegant laughter sounded beside the candlestick.

"Your Excellency really has a lot of resentment towards Zhao Chen, and if you use a little trick to lure yourself into a trap."

Standing by the candlestick, the young man dressed in elegant green clothes and with picturesque features was Lan Ziqing who appeared out of nowhere.

The person wearing a black robe in front of the bed and holding a sharp dagger in his hand is not Ying Xuan.

Ying Xuan looked coldly at the man in Tsing Yi who was sitting in front of the tea table, his face sank like water, his eyes were full of coldness, and he said coldly: "It's you."

Lan Ziqing smiled lightly, without comment, stretched out his hand and poured a cup of tea unhurriedly. When the sound of tea "squeaked" sounded, he said at the same time: "Should I ask you to respond to my lord, or should I ask you to understand?" son."

Ying Xuan was so startled that his pupils shrank abruptly, killing intent flashed in his cold eyes, he stared coldly at the leisurely and calm man in Tsing Yi in front of him, and said coldly, "What do you know?"

Lan Ziqing hooked her lips happily, "Not much, I just happened to know the truth about the massacre of Mingjia Village in one night more than 20 years ago."

The eyes looking at Ying Xuan suddenly became sharp, "Ming Xuan, do you plead guilty?"

Ying Xuan stared at him gloomyly, and there was a momentary twist in those dead silent eyes, and after a while, he suddenly raised his head and laughed, his face became mocking, "Lan Ziqing, you have nothing to prove Asking me to confess my guilt would be too far-fetched."

"Don't say that I didn't kill Zhao Chen today, even if I did kill him, what can you do to me?"

He snorted coldly, and the sarcasm on his face became more intense, "Mingjia Village was massacred 20 years ago, and I was still a six-year-old child. Are you going to tell the world that it was a six-year-old child who slaughtered the entire village? .”

Lan Ziqing listened to his sarcasm without changing his face, his elegant brows always showed a calm and leisurely look, and even took a leisurely sip of tea while he was speaking.

Looking up from the teacup, looking at the gloomy face in front of him like mockery or sarcasm, he said unhurriedly: "A six-year-old child may not be able to do it, but the Shenyin Sect who helped him escape from the fire scene can. "

After hearing his words, Ying Xuan's expression changed instantly.

Sitting in front of the tea table, the man in Tsing Yi had an extra jade tablet at some point in his hand. The jade tablet was exquisite and exquisite, and even in a room with insufficient light, the weird and complicated patterns on it could be clearly seen.

Ying Xuan stared gloomyly at the jade tablet in his hand, his handsome face had become distorted, "Why is it in your hand!"

Lan Ziqing raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile, "Although I don't know the purpose of you lurking in the court, Mr. Ming, but if the sage knows that you are actually a secret agent sent by the Shenyin Sect, it will be a good thing for you." Your Shenyin sect is a great disadvantage."

Ying Xuan never expected that Lan Ziqing would threaten him with this after knowing his identity, and he was filled with hatred and anger.

Lan Ziqing held his handle in his hand, so why didn't he hold his Achilles' heel in his hand.

Former traitor!

His palms were tightly clenched into fists, his chest fluctuated violently, as if he was suppressing a great impulse.

After staring at him coldly for a while, he said blankly, "What do you want?"

Lan Ziqing let out a soft "sneer", her elegant brows instantly became serious, and she looked at him coldly.

Their eyes met, each other had a cold and sharp gaze.

"The truth gives you two ways, either you admit to the crime of massacring the village, or." Ling Lips uttered ruthlessly, "The truth will tell you all about it, and wipe out the Shenyin sect!"

Ying Xuan gritted his teeth sullenly and "clacked", "You are not afraid that I will kill someone to silence you."

Lan Ziqing sneered, picked up the teacup in his hand, squeezed the lid and stroked the mouth of the tea porcelain gracefully, "I heard that Shenyin teaches everyone extraordinary martial arts, if I don't have a way to get out of my body, how can I do it?" Alone at risk."

Picking up the teacup in his hand, he sneered and said, "Throw the cup for a sign."

Ying Xuan's eyes deepened, and then he realized that he had already set up many ambushes outside.

The corners of her lips curled up, but in a mocking arc.

"Lan Ziqing, it turns out that you sometimes miscalculate. No matter how fast you throw the cup, it will not be as fast as my unique hidden weapon!"

Lan Ziqing still looked leisurely and calm, not taking his words to heart at all.

Ying Xuanzheng felt something was wrong, his chest suddenly felt like suffocation, and his throat felt fishy, ​​and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"You...you are poisoned!"

Hastily practiced kung fu and tapped several large points on his body.

Lan Ziqing looked at him happily, with blood hanging from the corner of his lips, his hands covering his chest, and his embarrassed appearance, which he couldn't stand still.

"Impossible... With my martial arts, how could I not detect that you were poisoned."

Lan Ziqing raised her eyebrows and said with a smile: "Naturally, ordinary poisons can't hide from you, but if it's a 'beauty smile', how can you detect it?"

Ying Xuan's expression changed in shock.

The beauty laughed, it used to be the number one poison in the world, and the onset of this poison was slow, even if it was poisoned, it would not see the blood seal, and it would die immediately.

What makes it really powerful is that it is colorless and odorless, it exists like air, no matter how high the martial arts are, people can't detect it.

But this kind of poison has not appeared in the world for a full 100 years, and he only knew of the existence of this kind of poison after hearing it from Bangouyue.

Lan Ziqing... was able to deal with him with a beautiful smile.

Ying Xuan covered his chest with one hand, wiped away the blood from his lips with the other, and looked coldly at the person in front of him who was looking at him happily, "How can you have a 'beauty smile'!"

Lan Ziqing curled his lips. He accidentally saw the record of this poison in the medical book that Bangouyue gave him. It even recorded the method of preparing it. Tell him to concoct the world's number one strange poison.

But he didn't intend to talk to Xuanxuan about these things, he had dealt with him before, and was waiting for the poison to flare up, but now that the poison has flared up, he also lost the interest in continuing to entangle with Yingxuan.

He said coldly: "My lord, you should think about the truth."

Ying Xuan's lifeless eyes stared at him coldly for a while, then suddenly he laughed, gritted his teeth and said: "Lan Xiang is really impeccable in everything he does, and he has no plans to spare. I was the one who underestimated you in the past."

A sneer appeared on Lan Ziqing's lips, and he waved his hand, "Come here, take it down."

The door was kicked open with a "bang", and countless officers and soldiers poured in instantly.

The quiet inn became noisy and lively, and countless torches illuminated the entire inn.

Before Ying Xuan put on handcuffs and shackles and was taken away by the officers and soldiers, he looked at the elegant and indifferent people in the room fiercely, and said coldly: "Lan Ziqing, I will not let you go!"

Lan Ziqing sat at the table, with a hint of mockery on his lips, and took a sip of tea gracefully from the cup.

The people in Xunyang City hadn't recovered from the news that Master Sima had been imprisoned, and they were immediately stunned by another heavy news.

A few days ago, Prime Minister Lan Ziqing suddenly announced that the case of Tucun in Mingjia Village more than 20 years ago had been solved and the murderer had been arrested.

What people never expected was that the murderer turned out to be Ying Xuan, a first-rank official in the official residence!

The people of Xunyang were so shocked just hearing about it, let alone the Minister of the Ministry of Officials who caught Ying Xuan with his own hands.

He originally thought that helping Lan Xiang catch the murderer and solve the unsolved case that had been sinking for more than 20 years would be a great addition to his achievements, but who knew that the person who was arrested by the Yacha was actually Mr. Ying!

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials was stunned on the spot, thinking that something went wrong, Lan Xiang had caught the wrong person, but what he never expected was that Mr. Ying confessed to this matter!

This matter even alarmed His Majesty, the Holy Majesty personally came to the Ministry of Officials for interrogation, and Lord Ying always insisted on pleading guilty.

In the end, Emperor Yang left a sentence of "accusing the crime according to the law" and walked away.

An unsolved case more than 20 years ago was finally solved with the murderer Ying Xuanzheng in prison.

Since Ying Xuan was the presiding judge in the case of Sima Li, after he was imprisoned, the case of Sima Li was put on hold until Prime Minister Lan Ziqing made a statement, and then re-entered the proposal.

Prime Minister Lan Ziqing also replaced Ying Xuan as the presiding judge in the case of Sima Li poisoning the prince.

A few days later, Ying Xuan escaped from prison, and the imperial court issued arrest warrants in various places offering rewards for his capture.

As time went by, the day for the trial of Sima Li's case was getting closer and closer.

The third prince, Su Danchen, who had nowhere to go, had no choice but to grasp at his last straw.

Lan Ziqing.

After half a month, Su Danchen, who broke up with Lan Ziqing, took the initiative to come to the door.

On this day, the sky was extremely gloomy, dark clouds covered the light, and there was a muffled thunder in the depths of the clouds.The cold wind blowing into the neck was as cold as a knife.

Seems like a sign of snow.

The plum blossoms in front of the courtyard of the Xiangfu stand proudly on the branches, blooming delicately and vividly. Looking from a distance, the sky is full of light clouds.

Su Danchen stood in the courtyard surrounded by fallen flowers, and looked at the elegant and dusty man in Tsing Yi in the half-open hall with a complex expression through a branch of plum blossom.

Lan Ziqing was sitting by the table, pouring wine with downcast eyes, as if she didn't notice the existence of anyone outside the hall.

The celadon wine jug made the long and thin hand extraordinarily cold and pale.

Su Danchen was stunned outside for a long time.

A clear and indifferent voice first came from the hall.

"It's like snow in the evening, so I can drink a cup."

He never turned his head to look at him, as if that sentence was just for himself.

There were two glasses of wine on the table.

I have been waiting for a long time.

The dark eyes in the ink are as cold as water.

There is no trace of tenderness and affection in the past.

The sky is full of plum blossoms outside the courtyard, and the courtyard is as lonely as snow.