Clothes as before

Ah, I really hate people who wantonly play with other people's feelings and lives like this.

Fu Lingyi lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes concealed the coldness in his pitch-black eyes.

But instead of getting angry, what he should do is to find out who the murderer is as soon as possible.

The clue he can get now is the "nothing" left by the nun before her death.

If the nun wanted to say the murderer's name, did she mean that the murderer's surname was Wu?Or Wu?

Fu Lingyi pondered. Speaking of which, is there anyone with the surname Wu?

Because he had read the Who's Who in the car before, Fu Lingyi was not ignorant of it.

Wu Duan, Wu Qianyuan, Wu Hua...

no flowers.

Thinking about it this way, Fu Lingyi was startled by his own thought. Although he only saw Wuhua's side, he really felt that Wuhua was out of the world. It is an exaggeration. That's all.

However, Fu Lingyi's experience tells me that it is very irrational to make a decision based on past impressions, and you may miss important things.

In short, Fu Lingyi has made a decision, as long as anyone related to Wu cannot be let go.

The same goes for no flowers.

Go back and discuss with Chu Liuxiang.

But before that, he had to put the nun and the dead bones into the ground for peace.

Fu Lingyi leaned over and looked at the nun whose monk's clothes were riddled with holes and stained with dust and blood, with a beautiful and slender hand covering the nun's eyes, her voice was flat and deep: "Go. "

Fu Lingyi knew that if an innocent person died in vain, the only way to comfort the dead would be to find out the real culprit behind the scenes.

When Fu Lingyi returned to the city, the night market was in decline.

He was tired and hungry at the moment, but his mind was still running non-stop.

He and Chu Liuxiang went to find Sun Xuepu, the man in black must know that he had the opportunity to kill Sun Xuepu, but he didn't do it.

Instead, he chose to use Sun Xuepu's mouth to say "Wuyi Nunnery", and then pretended to be "Master Suxin" to lure them astray. After they saw the flaw, they immediately killed the nun of Wuyi Nunnery.

So the dead bone in Wuyi Nunnery is Master Suxin?Or is the nun who was hit by the hidden weapon Master Suxin?

Uh, Fu Lingyi tapped his forehead, feeling that the question he was thinking was insane.

Obviously, that withered bone is Master Suxin.

According to the time of those letters and the degree of corruption of the corpse, the man in black probably killed Master Suxin who knew the inside story after Qiu Lingsu sent the letter.

But... wait, why did the man in black let Qiu Lingsu send these letters if he wanted to hide it?

Qiu Lingsu was clearly in danger, so how could he send these letters?

What is the man in black thinking?

Fu Lingyi tugged at the long hair hanging on his chest, feeling like his brain was going to explode.

There are many doubts right now, maybe his and Chu Liuxiang's conjectures are correct, but there is no evidence to prove that their thoughts are correct.

At the end of the day, what they get now is just one more question after another.

But it is better to have problems than nothing, as long as you are on the way to solve the problems.

"Ling Yi."

It was Chu Liuxiang's voice.

Fu Lingyi raised his eyes and saw that Chu Liuxiang had removed the human skin mask on his face, and his handsome face looked gentle and clear under the lights of the night market.

The coldness between Fu Lingyi's brows changed into gentleness: "Chu Liuxiang."

He suddenly smiled: "I'm hungry, please treat me to dinner."

Originally, I wanted to go back to the Happy Hall, but since I met Chu Liuxiang, I would eat some special snacks outside and tell Chu Liuxiang what I think.

under the lights.

The young man in purple stood with his hands behind his back, his long ink-like hair was gently blown by the evening wind.

That smile is so beautiful that she has no friends.

Chu Liuxiang, who was not immune to his laughing: Well, well, whatever you say is fine.

The two of them waited for the meal to finish and communicated with each other.

Fu Lingyi told Chu Liuxiang his guesses, Qiu Lingsu's guesses, and Wuhua's.

Chu Liuxiang subconsciously felt that it was impossible: "How could someone as indifferent to fame and wealth as Wuhua have anything to do with this matter?"

It's not surprising that Fu Lingyi would have such a reaction to Chu Liuxiang. No one can doubt Miao Seng Wuhua. Fu Lingyi turned the teacup and said, "Naturally, a person like Miao Seng Wuhua should not be with this It's related, but Chu Liuxiang, you need to know what kind of person Miao Seng Wu Hua is if you know people, face but not heart, do you really know?"

Chu Liuxiang was speechless, no one dared to say that he knew a person completely, especially this mysterious monk Wuhua.

Fu Lingyi said: "The nun said the word 'no' before she died, so for those who may have something to do with nothing..." He paused, sipped his tea, looked at Chu Liuxiang seriously, and said, "So we can't just because of nothing. any unwise thought or action without using one's own senses."

Chu Liuxiang touched her nose: "That's what I said, but I still feel a little... I can't believe it."

"You two wontons are ready, please use them."

While talking, the owner of the wonton shop had already put two bowls of wontons on the table.

Fu Lingyi and Chu Liuxiang thanked him.

As soon as he smelled the fragrance of wontons, Fu Lingyi felt even more hungry. He quickly scooped up a small wonton, blew on it, and carefully took a bite.

After eating a wonton, Fu Lingyi was in a happy mood, and he comforted Chu Liuxiang again: "I think it's best to investigate Wuhua whether you want it or not. If he is not, it will prove his innocence, and you can relax too. .If he is, well, I don’t want to say such righteous words as the law of heaven, at least it can save you from the trouble of Shenshui Palace.”

Chu Liuxiang sighed: "I naturally hope that this matter has nothing to do with him, but if he is." Chu Liuxiang suddenly smiled again: "But if he is, I can only expose his secrets and cannot punish him, because I am neither the law nor the law. Nor is it a god, and I have no power to sanction anyone."

Fu Lingyi picked up the bowl, with a smile in his eyes: "Chu Liuxiang, toast to your enlightenment."

Chu Liuxiang lifted the bowl with a smile, and touched the edge of the bowl cooperatively: "Cheers."

The more he got along with Fu Lingyi, the more he felt that Chu Liuxiang was indeed a good person. He could feel in Chu Liuxiang... the kind of respect and equality in the Tang Dynasty.

The rivers and lakes of the Tang Dynasty are magnificent and magnificent, where the traffickers, knight-errants, literati, and dancers and dancers are all the same.

They can sit together and chat, they can fight side by side, and they can laugh and curse together.

But when he came to this world, Fu Lingyi discovered that the rivers and lakes in this world are not like this.

It's not bad, and it's not that there are no wonderful characters, but compared with Datang...there is not enough freedom here.

The people here are not as...equal and respectful as the people in Datang.

But Chu Liuxiang is different, he is very free, and his heart is not restricted to this world.

He respects everyone and respects everyone's life.

He is neither ego nor self-righteous arrogance, no arrogance but unbreakable arrogance.

The son loses his beauty with the flowers, and the handsome thief steps on the moon to leave his fragrance.

Chu Liuxiang is worthy of being a legend in the world.

Fu Lingyi couldn't help but said: "Chu Liuxiang, if you were from my place, you would definitely make many friends."

Chu Liuxiang snorted, "Where are you from?" He was puzzled and asked, "Where are you from, Ling Yi?"

I always feel that Fu Lingyi...something is very puzzling.

Such as clothes, that kind of fabric, embroidery, workmanship...

Fu Ling raised his forehead, and silently took a sip of the soup with the bowl in his hands: "That, that... Chu Liuxiang hurry up and eat! We still have to go to the Happy Hall."

Chu Liuxiang: "..." Is it really okay to change the subject so rigidly?

But...it's okay to keep changing the subject in such a rigid manner.

As cute as a child.

After dinner, the two returned to the Happy Hall side by side.

Hearing the sound of hooves behind him suddenly, one person shouted softly: "Get out of the way!"

Just as Fu Lingyi avoided it, a horse rushed past him.

The horse's black cloak fluttered in the wind, revealing the fiery red satin inside, and the horse galloped past, almost knocking Fu Lingyi down.

Normally, the bad-tempered Fu Lingyi would have thrown him off with one sleeve, but now Fu Lingyi was stunned.

The next second, his body swayed suddenly, and he caught up with the man in black robe. His slender and powerful fingers grabbed the other man's hood tightly, and the man in black robe was torn off by him.

The steed neighed and came to a halt.

The hood of the man in black was pulled off, revealing a pale face, straight nose, thin lips, and a pair of deep eyes under the black eyebrows, so deep that no one can see Find out what's on his mind.

This face is almost perfect, and this young man can hardly find any flaws in his whole body. This kind of strange "perfection" is so perfect that it is terrifying.

But at this moment, the dark and deep eyes of the black-robed boy almost burst into flames: "What are you doing?!"

His voice was indifferent, sharp, and short, very similar to that of a little red, but it was somewhat different from that of a little red in the Central Plains—both voices were like knives, but the knife of a little red was rusted. The young man's voice was a hair-cutting sharp blade, and the voice of a little red was piercing and gloomy, but this young man's voice was irritable and hasty.

It was the first time for Chu Liuxiang to see Fu Lingyi's expression like this. He was anxious, irritable, and hasty. His slender fingers were tightly clenched until the knuckles turned white.

Chu Liuxiang was stunned for a moment.

Fu Lingyi just stared at the boy, and said word by word: "I said, where did your bracelet come from?"

The boy is clearly wearing the zodiac bracelet of that Mingjiao friend.

The boy sneered, "What does this have to do with you?"

Fu Lingyi's voice was even colder, like the unmelting ice and snow on the top of a mountain, but the unbearable rage was like fire, which seemed to burn everything up: "I ask you, where did your bracelet come from?"

The boy in black robe suddenly saw this young man wearing a strange mask, his eyes were anxious and burning, disbelief and... joy?

The black-robed boy said, "Why do you ask such a question? Do you have any relationship with the original owner of this bracelet?"

Fu Lingyi let go of his hand, and looked at him with a good look: "Who and where did you get it from?"