Yanshan Exquisite Record

Ruan Twelve Niang's single name is Fei, from Huzhou. The Ruan family is a relative of Yinshui Villa who can't be more biased. Later, she joined the Hengshan School and followed Fang Xiao for many years. She was ranked No.12. , the exchanges between Hengshan and Yinshui have always been supervised by her.

Before that, Lu Zhanmu had met her many times. The Ruan family was not of high status, so he wanted to cling to Yinshui Villa, and even matched the two of them.

However, Lu Heng's vision was extremely high. At that time, Lu Zhanmu only had ruthless love in Jianghu, and Ruan Twelve didn't seem to be an ordinary girl with a soft heart. Following the behavior of the rivers and lakes, the two of them took it for granted that they were strangers in the end, and every time they met, they would pretend to salute each other, and looked at each other with disgust.

Lu Zhanmu's words were a bit long-winded. From noon until it was almost dark, Song Xueqiao rushed back to Qionghua Garden. There were not many followers in the garden. No matter where Song Yanting was, he was busy and could not be found. Only Ye Ying Shu Gang coaxed Mrs. Song to finish drinking the medicine, and silently packed the medicine jar in the room.

Song Xueqiao walked in and said, "Ruan Twelve is a relative of Yinshui Villa."

Ye Yingshu glanced at him, and said calmly, "So what?"

"You don't think this is suspicious?"

"You suspect Yinshui Villa?"

Song Xueqiao was also unambiguous, "I have suspected it for a long time."

Ye Yingshu glanced at Mrs. Song who was sleeping on the bed, and dragged him out the door. There was no one else in the corridor, so she said, "Why?"

Song Xueqiao frowned, "Guess."

Ye Yingshu suddenly smiled, "Are you suspicious of Lu Linlin? After all, she is the only one present at the martial arts conference."

"No." Song Xueqiao didn't smile at all, "Lu Linlin doesn't know anything."

Ye Yingshu wrapped her arms, "Then who do you suspect?"

Song Xueqiao raised his eyes, and said two words with great difficulty, "Lu Heng."

Ye Yingshu just let go of the arm on the ring, and everyone in the martial arts knows that although the old master Lu is usually disdainful, he is already an old man who is dying at this time. He is lingering on the sick bed and waiting to die. She was a little puzzled that the three deaths in the martial arts conference were related to him.

Song Xueqiao looked serious, "Qiong Mo'er and Wuyi must have some connection with Yinshui Villa. We didn't think of it before. I want you to do me a favor."

Ye Yingchun answered naturally, "Go check out their background again?"

"No." Song Xueqiao shook his head, "Current rounds, Jingkun and... Zhang Zhongkui had any relationship with Yinshui Villa before."

No matter how calm the words were, Ye Yingchun couldn't sit still at this moment, and shouted in a low voice, "Are you crazy, to suspect your own master?"

Song Xueqiao's eyes darkened, and he shook his head, "It's not suspicion, it's proof that he has nothing to do with this matter."

Ye Yingchun was not completely calm yet, and her usually eloquent tongue had become tongue-tied.

Song Xueqiao supported her by the shoulders, "As long as you calm down and think about why people from the three factions died, you won't think I'm ridiculous... Besides, I also know that Zhang Zhongyu will not be the murderer."

Ye Yingshu stared at him for a while, then finally slapped his hand away and said, "I will help with this, of course, if you can't find anything, don't rely on me."

Song Xueqiao said, "That's natural."

Ye Yingshu straightened her hair, and suddenly heaved a long sigh. Song Xueqiao stared at the moon door she left from the porch, and after a moment of silence, she turned around and opened the door to enter the room.

Mrs. Song was lying on the couch with her eyes closed, breathing evenly, and there were not many wrinkles on her face, but her brows were tightly furrowed. hold with one hand.

"Mother." Song Xueqiao called out in a low voice.

Mrs. Song remained silent.

Song Xueqiao said, "Are you really crazy?"

Mrs. Song closed her eyes and did not answer.

"It's fine if you don't answer, after all, since I was a child, I haven't done anything to make you feel at ease." Song Xueqiao sighed, "I'm afraid it will be the same this time."

Mrs. Song is like a stone statue.

"Little nerd... It seems that you also consider him your own son..." Song Xueqiao looked at himself as if he was confessing his last words, he was too sad, and shook his head suddenly, "But wait for this matter, I will definitely go back to accompany him often you."

Song Xueqiao tucked in the quilt, closed the door and went out, heaving a sigh of relief, watching the fiery red clouds recede in the half of the sky, and the moon poking out his head wrapped in a clear glow, he turned and flew up to the eaves, and looked a few times through the lantern Several houses in Yinshui Villa finally identified their targets, and swallows flew towards a mansion decorated with lanterns and festoons.

Few people came in and out of the courtyard, but it was built with carved beams and painted buildings, and the smell of copper was full. Song Xueqiao landed on the corridor lightly, knocked a sleepy servant unconscious, stripped his clothes and stuffed them into the rockery, and stuck his beard and eyebrows out. Go to the main house.

The more he walked towards Song Xueqiao, the more he felt that something was wrong. This courtyard was where Lu Heng lived. If Lu Heng was really cheating, at least dozens of masters should be in charge. At this moment, he couldn't feel any internal force, and it was surprisingly quiet.

There was a light orange light on the window paper, Song Xueqiao knocked on the door, and an old woman's voice came from inside the room, not a trace of tension, but rather hoarse, "Who is it?"

Song Xueqiao suppressed his throat, trying to make himself old-fashioned, "My master came to the wedding banquet, and heard that the master is ill, so he asked me to send some rare herbs."

The woman in the room seemed a little annoyed, "No, no."

Song Xueqiao hooked the corners of his mouth, Lu Heng was about to die, and there was a strange medicine that came to the door, but it didn't disappear, which is funny, just as he was about to talk again, there was a loud noise in the room.

Another young voice said, "Ma'am, let me in, it might be useful."

Song Xueqiao's eyelids twitched suddenly, and the voice in the room said again, "Come in, and bring the medicine."

It's not that friends don't get together, and he will never fail to recognize the voice of meeting on a narrow road, it must be flowers inviting wine.

The lamp was lit in the room, on a high bed, half of Lu Heng's face was hidden in the tent, lying on his back, he could vaguely see the trembling mustache on his chin, beside a gorgeously dressed lady wiping her tears with one hand, Putting her hand into the quilt, Hua Yaojiu stood sideways, dressed in a purple robe, and winked at him with countless coquettish eyes.

Song Xueqiao was shocked, but Hua Yaojiu didn't expose him, and said with a smile, "Who is your master? Do you have any novel medicine?"

"Dansha Ginseng Pills." Song Xueqiao smiled, "My master is Jianghu Pagoda Gongsun Qingyan."

The madam raised her eyes suddenly, "Didn't Dr. Gongsun never come?"

Song Xueqiao took out a box from his sleeve and presented it respectfully, "Guizhuang is very kind to invite you, so my wife has come and ordered me to deliver the medicine."

Madam took the box, handed it to Hua Yaojiu very reverently, "Doctor Lan, please show me."

Hua Yaojiu showed color, and he reached out to take it. Song Xueqiao twitched his face twice, thinking that Gongsun Qingyan is a recognized doctor. What drugs.

Hua Yaojiu sniffed it in a decent way, twirled it again, and said with a smile, "It is indeed a elixir. I would like to thank Mr. Gongsun on behalf of my wife."

Song Xueqiao said coldly, "My master asked me to check the master's pulse twice, don't you know?"

On the couch, Lu Heng panted heavily, opened his eyes slightly, but couldn't speak.

Madam Lu wiped her red eyes and said, "That's not necessary, Doctor Lan has been watching."

Song Xueqiao didn't back down, instead she stepped forward with her sleeves in her arms, and said with a smile, "Doctor Lan is indeed young and promising, and he can be trusted by Madam so much."

Hua Yaojiu smiled modestly, the corners of her eyes and brows were covered with the demeanor of dogtail grass, "Madam, Mr. Gongsun's medical name is definitely better than my Yingu's, and Yitong's medical skills must be good, so let him see it." look."

Song Xueqiao was lifting the quilt for a moment, the anger flashed in his eyes and then calmed down, he said with a smile, "Doctor Lan has a great reputation, I have heard of Yingu's name for a long time, I never thought that there is such a good-looking woman among them."

Hua Yaojiu twitched the corner of her mouth, "Thank you."

Song Xueqiao had already lifted the quilt, Lu Heng was not skinny like a person who suffered from malaria, and his stature was fairly strong, but his complexion was pale, like a dehydrated orange peel, and his pulse was weak but steady.

Mrs. Lu sighed, "How so."

Song Xueqiao swallowed "I won't die for a while", closed the quilt, and waved to Hua Yaojiu, "Doctor Lan, may we discuss it together?"

Madam Lu's complexion was pale, Song Xueqiao hastily added, "Discuss which medicine to prepare."

Hua Yaojiu did not refuse this time, she readily agreed, waved her sleeves and said, "Please."

There were two lights on the porch outside the house, Song Xueqiao pulled off his hat and frowned, "Why is it you again?"

"Is this your attitude towards the savior?" Hua Yaojiu smiled even when she questioned her, "You look like a good girl? Hmph, should I thank you or beat you up?"

Song Xueqiao said, "Medical boy? Hmph, you're not at a loss."

Hua Yaojiu didn't answer this time, she swept the room behind her and said, "Did you see anything?"

Song Xueqiao lowered his eyes, "I'm sick."

Hua Yaojiu's face turned green.

Song Xueqiao continued, "But it's not malaria."

Only then did Hua Yaojiu come to his senses that Song Xueqiao was not making fun of him, "It's not malaria, what is it?"

Song Xueqiao didn't answer this time, but turned to stare at him, and his own figure was reflected in the amber eyes.

After a while, he turned his head and said, "Before you should explain why you are here?"

"Can't you see?" Hua Yaojiu took a step forward, almost biting his ear, and his unique young voice exploded, "If I ask you, me or your senior brother, which one would you choose?"

Song Xueqiao frowned and retreated sharply, but saw a folding fan flying towards the direction he retreated, the Wujin fan in his arms opened wide, and took the next move impartially.

Hua Yaojiu closed her fan and turned over, said with a smile, "It seems that you don't want to answer this question, so I might as well ask the second one."

Song Xueqiao shook his fan lightly, and sneered, "Master Huagu, if you want to hit me, I'll fight with you. Let's skip the ugly opening scene under the ground."

Hua Yaojiu shook his head, his smile grew wider, "I regret telling you so much, now I only ask you two things about Yinshui Villa and Taoist Yanshan, which one do you choose?"

The author has something to say:

Huahua has unreasonable thoughts about rascals, but she is not the kind of big brother (this must be clarified, after all, I am a 1V1 lover)