Yanshan Exquisite Record

Song Xueqiao paused suddenly, "Master Huagu thinks these are two things?"

"Of course." Hua Yaojiu withdrew her fan, walked forward slowly, and overwhelmed her body, "The crimes committed in Yinshui Villa have nothing to do with you, your purpose is nothing more than to find out the Yanshan Taoist who made you miserable until now, and prove to the martial arts Your own innocence, isn't it?"

Song Xueqiao raised his eyes and looked coldly at the face close at hand, "Then what is the purpose of Master Hua Dagu?"

Hua Yaojiu's posture did not change, she smiled lightly, a white light was reflected in her eyes, but straightened up in an instant, stepped back half a step and leaned against the pillar, spread her hands and said aggrievedly, "My purpose? Like me, what do you care about my purpose?"

Song Xueqiao couldn't stop twitching whenever he came across Hua Yaojiu's face. This person seemed to have a thousand faces, but he had never been able to figure out which one to use when.

He coughed dryly, "You just say it first."

Hua Yaojiu still rubbed a lock of her hair aggrievedly, "Then tell me that you like me first."

Song Xueqiao said sincerely, "I don't hate you."

Hua Yaojiu looked up and nodded, "So-so, I accept."

Song Xueqiao tapped on the fan, "If you accept it, let's talk."

Hua invited wine and said, "I have no purpose, I just like fresh and interesting ones, but I am willing to step in to anything that attracts me. In addition, I really want to make friends with you. I wonder if you are satisfied with this answer?"

"The answer is not what you asked." Song Xueqiao snorted, "I'm asking you, what is Yinshui Villa's fault?"

Hua Yaojiu's smiling face was instantly torn apart as if pasted on it, and he roared, "Stubborn!"

Song Xueqiao smiled lightly, "Each to each other."

"I suddenly feel that you are not so interesting." Hua Yaojiu suddenly changed his tone and sighed, "Check it out if you want, but I have to remind you, whether it's your master or your lover, you can get along with me again." It doesn't matter what your last best friend was, but in the end, it's not fun at all if you lose your life and wealth."

Song Xueqiao's face darkened, "You don't need to worry about it."

"Actually, at some point you already know everything." Hua Yaojiu smiled softly, and looked up at the misty sky, "You never liked me, but I am really important to you, let me give you another reminder how?"

Song Xueqiao raised his chin slightly, "Say."

"Soon, there will be a three-day wedding banquet for Young Master Lu, if it is sooner, it will be tonight, and if it is slower, it will be tomorrow..."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

The woman in the front yard yelled mournfully, the jackdaw fluttered its wings in the bamboo forest, Song Xueqiao suddenly turned his head, but Hua Yaojiu flew onto the roof, and smiled innocently, "It seems that it has come true, you don't have to talk to me now. I played hide and seek."

"What did you do?!" Song Xueqiao glared at him viciously, but there was no one on the roof, so he immediately turned and ran to the front yard.

The front yard was icy and snowy, and the red curtains fluttered. The crowd was commotion like ants climbing and looking for food. They flocked to the wedding room of Lu Zhanmu's wedding. A group of people had already heard the sound from the heavy shadow under the lantern, and the door of the main room was wide open. , Song Xueqiao pushed aside the panicked crowd and entered, but was shocked by the bloody smell all over the room, and covered his mouth and nose.

The two servant girls fell to the ground, trembling uncontrollably, Lu Zhan muxi robed body, looking pale in front of him, Song Xueqiao followed his eyes, there was a person sitting on the wedding bed, also dressed in a heavy red dress, Feng Guanxia was wearing a bed The bed was full, and under the beaded flowers and jade emeralds was a face that was all over the country.

Song Xueqiao would probably understand why Lu Zhanmu fell in love with her at first sight, but he didn't understand what was going on in the current situation. The bride's red lips and eyebrows lined with empty eyes, her hands were limp on her sides, and a pair of gold-rimmed scissors was stuck in her chest. All of them had been sunk into the skin and flesh, blood spilled all over the ground, and they just melted into this glowing red wedding room.

"Who did it?!" Song Xueqiao grabbed a limp servant girl.

The servant girl trembled and said, "...it's Madam...myself."

Song Xueqiao's eyes were bloodshot, and he went to shake Lu Zhanmu, who was sluggish. Someone shouted at the door to report to the officer, and the crowd who kept rushing forward gave out uneven screams and chirped like a pot of boiling water.

Lu Zhanmu kept his face pale and let him not move.

Song Xueqiao was in a mess all of a sudden, gritted his teeth and said, "Flowers invite wine..."

He let go of Lu Zhanmu, stumbled and rushed towards the door, just as he stepped outside the door, the back of his neck suddenly felt a pain, and he rushed forward.

Floral, Bamboo...

In the Qionghua Garden, the charcoal fire was melting, crackling and burning into a bright red, and his body was getting warmer. He put his hands on his eyes, put something down, and walked out slowly. After a while, he turned back and sat on the side of the bed.

Gu Wangting's face before his death gradually blurred into a ball, replaced by Lu Zhanmu's smiling face in the hot spring, Zhang Zhongkui's confession, Song Yanting and Mrs. Song's words and deeds, finally became the way Pei Wunian left.

Song Xueqiao was covered in cold sweat, suddenly startled up, bumped into someone, and felt a dull pain in his forehead.

Song Yanting let out a muffled snort, and reached out to support him without caring about rubbing.

"sister?!"

Song Yanting was still cold, frowning, "It seems that we really need a rope to tie you down in the future."

Song Xueqiao held her arm, "It's made of flowers and invites wine, Master of the Hidden Valley."

Song Yanting said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"I said that Gu Wangting was killed by flowers and wine!" Song Xueqiao's face was livid.

Song Yanting's brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and his tone trembled slightly, "What are you talking about? Gu Wangting stabbed the scissors himself in front of everyone!"

Song Xueqiao was taken aback, "Why?"

"How do I know why she is?" Song Yanting took a towel and wiped his cold sweat for him, lowered his eyes, "Yin Shui Villa sent a wedding dress, the Phoenix Coronet, and the two maids just tried it on her, and she committed suicide while sitting there gone."

"Zhan Mu must be feeling bad right now."

Song Yanting clapped his hands, "It's not just uncomfortable, I've been dizzy all night, red things have turned into white things, this morning, Lu Heng also died."

Song Xueqiao's eyes were wide open, his nails were deeply embedded in his flesh, and the pain made him temporarily awake, "Where's my brother? Is there any news from Lu Linlin from Wudang?"

"Your senior brother is not too good either." Song Yanting sighed, got up and walked to the table, poured a full cup of tea and handed it over, "His and Lu Linlin's wedding invitations have been delivered to each family, and it should be postponed now."

Song Xueqiao said, "What did you say?!"

"It's just what happened last night. Anyway, don't go anywhere, wait until I take you home." Song Yanting put on a white coat, and opened the door with a raised hand, "I still have someone to say hello to, and... There is a letter to you from near Anyang on the table."

The letter was tied to the pigeon's leg, and Song Xueqiao slowly unfolded it facing the window. On the paper were Ma Xiaoyu's colorful cursive script: Master Chejing died at Farewell Villa at the beginning of the month and was buried in Yanshan.

Song Xueqiao was silent for a while, then threw off the quilt and dressed hastily, and rushed out the door.

The heavy rain poured down, and the happy cannon turned into a sad song and the unbridled wailing of the female relatives overnight. He searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the ostentatious figure of flowers and wine among the miserable crowd. Lu Zhanmu knelt down in the mourning hall with a pale face The doctors took turns administering acupuncture, but no improvement was seen.

Song Xueqiao came out of the mourning hall and held on to the pillars in the cold rain. It seemed that he had never expected such a big change overnight, and that he would be so embarrassed one day. He was so embarrassed that he had no clue and was at a loss.

Ye Yingshu was not there, Lu Zhanmu almost collapsed, Song Yanting was busy with affairs, Mrs. Song was crazy, and even Pei Wunian was not there.

"Wudang..."

Song Xueqiao murmured to himself in a low voice, and he ran to the stable again, where several bay red horses were chewing hay, and they lined up and tilted their heads to look at him.

Song Xueqiao stepped forward to pat one of the strong and strong horses, and smiled as hard as he could, "Please run faster."

The change of Yinshui Villa has been spread all over the city. Some people say that Lu Heng committed too many crimes as retribution, some say that Yinshui Villa offended some sect, but no one mentioned Yingu.

Song Xueqiao gritted his teeth and ran around for three days, stopping at the foot of the stone steps. The mist in the mountains partially covered the drizzle, and the Xuanyue Gate was extremely quiet. No matter how the rivers and lakes were turned upside down, this place seemed to be a fairyland on earth. Song Xueqiao tied up his horse and went straight up. Did not go back to Xiaoyao Valley, went straight to the 72 peak subjective.

Pei Wunian will not accept the marriage for no reason, Lu Linlin must know some news about Yinshui Villa, Ye Yingshu never needs him to worry... Song Xueqiao gritted his teeth and walked up.

Just halfway, he was suddenly hit by a figure in red.

Song Xueqiao was startled, but Sikong Yueyao couldn't stop crying, "Song Xueqiao! You're back!"

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This chapter is short in words...but it's packed with information.