Yanshan Exquisite Record

After Dongfang Didi left, Song Xueqiao rubbed his brows and waved to the people at the entrance of the bridge. Xu Bo understood and trot over, but he didn't forget to turn around and shout at the crowd, "Go, go, go, what are you looking at?" ?”

The crowd left muttering and dissatisfied, and Xu Bocai said, "What do you want, Master?"

"Let the kitchen deliver dinner to the lake study. I'm hungry and I don't want to move." Song Xueqiao said, and patted Xu Bo's shoulder again, "You've worked hard all the way, so you should rest early."

After finishing speaking, he turned and went back to the study.

When Song Dingya was still alive, the Linglong Villa was always crowded with people for dinner, and Song Xueqiao liked to get into the crowd, pulling the maid's braid here and the servant's cloth pocket there, which made Song Dingya snap. The table roared, "You give me An Sheng to eat."

Mrs. Song and Song Yanting would run all over the room chasing him, and if they caught him, Song Xueqiao would giggle and lean on Song Yanting, unwilling to get up. Get out of their sight.

After Mrs. Song and Song Yanting cried and quarreled Song Dingya so much, he appeared leisurely and bared his teeth, "Father, are you looking for me?"

Rolled the eyes of Song Laozhuang master angrily.

Uncle Xu sniffed in the cold wind, thinking very melancholy of Song Xueqiao's appearance when he was a child, the young master whom he grew up with as his own son, has changed a lot now, and he is no longer the same. After a while, he shook his head again, at least to The servant is still as good as ever, now that Song Yanting is missing, he must not let the young master go wrong again.

The portrait was left in the house, and Pei Wunian was drinking tea. Song Xueqiao held it up to have a look, and praised, "When did you draw so well? If you don't fight and kill, you can open it in Zilang County." It’s good to be a painter in an art gallery, I’ll help you figure it out, ten pictures of beauties, fifty coins for landscape pictures, it’s not a problem to support yourself.”

Pei Wunian smiled, "But what if no one cares?"

"You don't have to worry about that, the young master can support you." Song Xueqiao sat down at the table, rolled up the painting, but suddenly stopped his hands, and said calmly, "If I can live to that time..."

He didn't say the rest, if he could avoid this man-made disaster, he would rather set up a stall to sell paintings with Pei Wunian, be ordinary and stay away from these right and wrong.

Pei Wunian said, "Don't you already have a bottom line?"

Song Xueqiao was surprised, "How did you know that again?"

Pei Wunian said, "Whatever you are thinking is written on your face."

Song Xueqiao touched his face, and resentfully said, "Yes, I generally know the ins and outs of this matter, but I don't know the key, the last link."

Pei Wunian consciously poured him a cup of tea.

Song Xueqiao also drank it consciously, moistening his throat and saying, "Actually, I guessed right. Gu Wangting's appearance is no coincidence. Zhan Mu's heart is simple. It's easy for a woman like this to play him in the palm of her hand. She is right." With Lu Heng's death date, at this time, it is reasonable and reasonable to bring Zhan Mu back to Yinshui for a big wedding, and then kill Zhan Mu."

Pei Wunian said, "But she might be coerced by someone, because she also has a hidden weapon in her body."

Song Xueqiao nodded, "At that time, I went to Yinshui Villa and learned about Lu Heng's malaria, so I pretended to go to see him. Mr. Lu's complexion was dark, and he looked like he was dying, but his stature was very strong. A man suffering from malaria, That's not the case, that day... I also saw Hua Yaojiu in his room."

Pei Wunian understood, and continued, "Although Hidden Valley is growing day by day, the owner of Hidden Valley seldom showed up in person before the Yingyang Martial Arts Conference, and he participated in everything afterwards."

Song Xueqiao grabbed the ink brush and solemnly wrote a few lines on the paper.

First, at the Yingyang Martial Arts Conference, Ruan Twelve Niang was shot with ink needles from Yanshan Mountain, and Duan Wuyi Qiong Mo'er was killed after paying a visit to Jiguang Temple.

Second, in the Tanhuan Building of Pufang Temple in Luoyang, where Mo Yunjian and Ding Mobai had a good relationship in the past, there were Yanshan Mobing needles and various hidden weapons of Ding Mobai hidden in the building, which were later burned down, and Hua Yaojiu appeared to rescue Zhu Caixia .

Thirdly, Master Chejing died after the invitation to wine at the Farewell Villa, and a group of people in Jiguang Temple were poisoned.

Fourth, in Yinshui Villa, Lu Heng killed Ruan Twelve's entourage and dismissed all the disciples. In fact, because of Yanshan Mobing needle in his body, Gu Yun was coerced to give up the assassination and commit suicide. Hua Yaojiu ordered Yi Fengyao to go to Wudang to assassinate Lu Linlin.

Fifth, Sikong Yueyao and Song Yanting were robbed, their whereabouts were unknown, and Yingu disappeared.

After Song Xueqiao finished writing, he blew and passed the paper, "Brother, did you see anything?"

Pei Wunian scanned his list one by one, and said softly, "I can't see anything else, but one thing should be true."

Song Xueqiao propped his chin, "Tell me about it."

Pei Wunian knew that he must have seen it long ago, but he still obeyed, "Something must have happened to Hua Yaojiu. Yingu was in the limelight for a while, but he was willing to be silent at this time. He was threatened by something, especially Hua Yaojiu. Participating as a valley owner, maybe he knows much more than us."

"Yes, there is a little more." Song Xueqiao put the paper on the candlestick, and a thin lake breeze wafted in from the carved window, but in just a moment, the flickering candle burned the paper.

"Lu Heng must have sent Ruan Twelve to do something, but Ruan Twelve was silenced, and he was still the frightening Yanshan Mo Bingzhen, and Wu Yi and Qiong Mo'er probably saw the murderer in Jiguang Temple. They haven't thought too much, so they continue to compete on stage, but the murderer is meticulous and has already poisoned them, so they will kill them first."

Hearing the words Wuyi and Mikou, a fierce light flashed in Pei Wunian's eyes.

Song Xueqiao continued, "At this moment, the old master Lu found out that he had also been tricked, so he panicked. In his panic, he could only interrogate the disciples who followed Ruan Twelve, but the result must be that he didn't know. According to Lu Heng's temper, it is not difficult to torture a few pawns and kill them."

"In addition, Lu Heng has always been following the trend, and there are people like Yin Shu who can't be provoked in the door, so he doesn't know what happened, but it is obvious that someone is targeting Yinshui Villa. Is it right? To save them from misfortune."

Pei Wunian said coldly, "What Ruan Shierniang did is the key."

Song Xueqiao shook his head, "Since it was Lu Heng's order, it is likely that it will be done in secret, and no one will be caught by the tail, but the mastermind behind the scenes is in Shaoshi Mountain, so it should be true."

And what did Hua Yaojiu know?

Song Xueqiao stared at the jumping sparks. Except for the night when Gu Wangting died, he suspected Hua Yaojiu, but he stayed out of the matter before and after, and now he disappeared without a word. Who the hell is he?What are you going to do?

Pei Wunian didn't know what he was thinking, and asked, "The person who plotted against you in Jiguang Temple, do you know?"

Song Xueqiao was suddenly brought back to his thoughts. He didn't expect him to ask this question. After a moment of silence, he nodded, "I don't want it to be him, but now it seems that apart from him, there is no other person who can kill the old and young of Jiguang Temple , In fact, senior brother, you have already thought of it, haven't you?"

Pei Wunian nodded.

There was a light knock on the door, Song Xueqiao put away the pen and ink, and a round-faced maid brought in some porridge and side dishes, and lined them up on the table. She was about to leave, but hesitated.

Song Xueqiao asked concerned, "What's wrong?"

The servant girl blushed, and her voice was like a gnat, "Mr. Xu said that the young master and Mr. Pei were exhausted, so they didn't prepare any meat, please..."

"What else?" Song Xueqiao looked at her suspiciously, feeling that nothing good would happen.

The servant girl's face flushed instantly, "Mr. Xu said that I would like to ask the young master...Young master, if you are hungry, don't go to the kitchen to steal shrimp and tofu. That stuff is not good for your kidneys."

After the maid finished speaking, she quickly turned and ran away with two red clouds on her face, while Song Xueqiao's face at the table had turned green into a bitter melon.

On the table were all kinds of cowpeas, ginseng pork rib soup, and a plate of meat dishes with a strange color. Song Xueqiao silently put down his chopsticks and held his forehead. He lost his appetite for a moment, but Pei Wunian on the other side was silent for a long time.

Old Xu is the person who knows himself best. If he sent these messy things, it would be a solid claim to his reputation. Song Xueqiao was in a bad mood, and just about to raise his head to defend himself, he found that Pei Wunian's shoulders had trembled slightly—— That was clearly a smile.

Song Xueqiao raised his eyebrows, "What are you laughing at?"

Pei Wunian shook his head but the smile on his face did not disappear, he said tremblingly, "It's nothing."

"If you have nothing to do, go to bed early." Song Xueqiao knocked on the table with his folding fan, but his mood seemed to clear the clouds. During this period of time, there were a lot of worries and worries. Song Yanting and Sikong Yueyao made him tasteless and worried all day long.

Now "Laughing Spring Breeze" smiles, it is really like the spring breeze blowing, and thousands of flowers are in full bloom.

Although Song Er Zhuangzhu was in a good mood, he threatened in his mouth, "Laugh again, and you will eat the whole table if you laugh again."

Pei Wunian calmly took a sip of tea, and said with a smile, "If I eat the whole table, you may be the one who cries in the end."

Song Xueqiao Quan pretended not to understand, pushed the door and walked to the outer bedroom, the bedroom was next to the study, he passed the corridor, the wind had calmed down a little, the lanterns under the eaves illuminated the gurgling water, covered with a layer of soft pale gold, A bright red koi swam past in a circle, but he inadvertently caught a glimpse of the white jade lotus platform standing quietly in the water.

"Zinfendai, colorful silk, red makeup Linyulou, thinking about a smoke cage Menghe, facing Fangzun, bringing old friends, rolling snow and boarding the boat, laughing for a hundred miles and failing fame."

A line of poetry resounded in my mind.

Song mother Ji Yushuang was a talented woman who was famous in Jiangsu and Zhejiang when she was young. She married Song Dingya and became a good story. This Langchuan Ci was written by her when the lake study was just completed. Hospitality is the way to make friends.

Song Xueqiao sighed, feeling a little moved by the scene, tomorrow he decided to go to Xiwu Mountain Sword Cottage to see his mother who ate vegetarian food and recited Buddha, he raised his hand to open the door of the bedroom, but the next moment he stood there imposingly.

The night wind was cold and damp, but a thin layer of sweat broke out all over his body, and a terrifying thought rose in his heart.

This thought made him feel chills in his bones, Song Yanting, Song Xueqiao, Linglong Villa, Song Dingya and Ding Mobai's massacre ten years ago, if this is the case...

He forced himself to shake his head and say it was impossible, but the Wujin Fan gradually tightened in his hand, and his white knuckles also trembled.

"What's the matter?" Pei Wunian took a long robe and followed slowly, but saw Song Xueqiao froze at the door of the bedroom, staring at the lotus platform for singing and dancing with an unfriendly expression, his lower lip was already bloody.

He hastily reached out to wipe it and then hugged him tightly with his robe, the body in his arms was stiff and cold, trembling slightly.

Pei Wunian was already anxious, "What's the matter?"

Song Xueqiao was not as tall as him, and his head was buried in the socket of his shoulder, but his eyes were still fixed on the lotus platform, as if it was a man-eating monster that would open its bloody mouth in the next moment and devour the entire Linglong Villa.

After a while, he closed his eyes, hugged Pei Wunian tightly with his backhand, closed his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "I suspect Taoist Yanshan."

Pei Wunian didn't know what he meant, but she gave a soft "hmm".

Song Xueqiao spoke again but was shocked, "Ding Mobai may not have existed in the first place."