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"He said just now that he had avenged Yinger." Song Zuiyi straightened the messy clothes just now, "Could it be that Yin Qingyang did something to that Yinger?"

Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose and guessed, "Could it be that Ying'er was among those previous corpses?"

When he said this, Song Zuiyi also frowned and thought.Ying'er sounds like a girl's name. It is possible that Yin Qingyang killed Ying'er, so now this person killed Yin Qingyang for revenge.

Song Zuiyi got a headache from thinking about it, and pulled Chu Liuxiang back.I don't know if it's because nothing has been found out, but most of the people in the villa that were bustling a few days ago have already left.

Although the housekeeper said that there would be rewards for finding out, the people who could come here seemed to be either rich or expensive, so they probably didn't take what the fake Yin Qingyang said to heart.Those people in the rivers and lakes have always been unrestrained and unrestrained, and they are not interested in what Yin Qingyang said.Apart from those who wanted to find out the truth and give the deceased an explanation, those who remained were those who were not very well-known in the world and wanted to make a small fortune.

As for them, forget it at the beginning in order to find out the truth.Now that he knew the outline of the matter, and knew that Yin Qingyang and the butler were the murderers, naturally, he no longer believed what the butler said.

Chu Liuxiang rolled his hands and pulled him away with his backhand.The two walked side by side on the road, and the fragmented flower bushes that had been hit by the hail before grew out again.Although it is not as gorgeous as the bunch of flowers buried with corpses, it looks quite special.

It is rainy in summer, the sun was shining brightly just now, and now it is suddenly pouring rain.

Song Zuiyi and Chu Liuxiang were walking hand in hand, but they were suddenly chilled by the rain.

There was a crackling sound in my ears, and the big raindrops hit my body a little painful.Song Zuiyi was not in good health, but he was drenched by the rain, and the temperature dropped when it rained.He couldn't help but sneezed and shivered.

Seeing this, Chu Liuxiang hurriedly hugged her in her arms and walked back. She was used to the wind and rain outside, but she forgot that Zizhou, who seemed so fragile, couldn't bear it.

After returning to the room, both of them were drenched, and usually looked at the well-tailored clothes tightly attached to their bodies.The rain dripped down the clothes, most of it hit the ground again, and some flowed down the trousers and into the shoes.

As soon as he returned to the room, Song Zuiyi dragged off his coat, quickly found a blanket and put it on Chu Liuxiang.

"Don't catch a cold." He didn't care about Chu Liuxiang, who was in a hurry.

Chu Liuxiang casually put the blanket on her body, said half anxiously and half reprimanding: "I'm fine, you clean it up first, and worry about yourself first."

He frowned and wiped Song Zuiyi's hair, and couldn't help pinching Song Zuiyi's cold face.

"Look, your face is so cold." He took off his clothes while talking.

Song Zuiyi immediately grabbed his hand, glared at him shyly, and said, "I'll do it myself."

"It's not like I haven't seen it before." Although Chu Liuxiang said so, she still withdrew her hand and wiped the water stains on her body.

Song Zuiyi hummed tenderly, then turned her head and gave him a white look.

The cold white skin was exposed, and goose bumps arose from the cool air.Suddenly Song Zuiyi froze, and put his hands on the clothes that had already been taken off, "Chu Liuxiang, did you bring your clothes?"

Chu Liuxiang wiped off the water, raised her head to look at the person who had half of her clothes off and her back was exposed, and said slowly, "It seems... not."

He coughed and pushed him onto the bed.He stretched out his hand and spread the quilt to cover Song Zuiyi.

"I'll borrow one for you." Chu Liuxiang tucked him in the quilt and was about to go out, but was stopped by Song Zuiyi.

"Come back." He only showed his head, "It's still raining outside, let's talk about it later"

Chu Liuxiang looked at the scene outside that seemed to be leaking, and came back obediently and sat at the table.

Seeing his drenched appearance, Song Zuiyi couldn't help asking him: "Are you cold?"

Chu Liuxiang rested his chin on his hands, looked at him with interest, and said with a smile, "It's not cold."

"Liar." He shrugged his nose and said in a low voice, "I can't breathe through my nose."

Chu Liuxiang was taken aback when he heard the words, and looked at him worriedly, "Is it serious? Should I go to the doctor?"

"It's okay." Song Zuiyi sniffed, "Just drink some hot water."

Seeing that Chu Liuxiang was about to go to the kitchen to pour hot water, he quickly stopped, "Sit down for me!"

Chu Liuxiang touched his nose, smiled helplessly and sat on the chair.

Song Zuiyi, who settled down, lay down on the bed for a while, seeing Chu Liuxiang was drenched all over, and couldn't help but chat with him.

"Chu Liuxiang, can internal energy really dry clothes?"

"What?" Chu Liuxiang was thinking about something, but couldn't hear what he said just now.

Song Zuiyi stretched out his arms to rest his head, and asked curiously, "I mean, can internal force really dry wet clothes?"

"Where did you hear it from?" Chu Liuxiang smiled, "It's not so exaggerated, it's just that it can strengthen the body and make people as light as a swallow."

Song Zuiyi pursed his lips, stared and continued to ask: "From the scriptures, it is said that people in the Jianghu have deep inner strength, often with swords and swords, happy to be kind to enemies. Seeing injustice on the way, they draw their swords to help."

"You, you." Chu Liuxiang smiled dotingly, walked over and sat on the side of the bed and patted his head. "It's not that exaggerated. Fortunately, you are still a gentleman who has read a lot of poetry and books. Why do you even believe these?"

Song Zuiyi yawned, his arms were a little numb from the pressure, so he rubbed up and rested his chin on Chu Liuxiang's lap.

"It may be that those scripts are too popular and portray your image too deeply."

Chu Liuxiang put his hand on his chin when he got closer.He lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I'm wet."

"Then you come up?" He rested his chin on Chu Liuxiang's palm with peace of mind, looked up at Chu Liuxiang and smiled.

Chu Liuxiang sighed, stretched out his other hand and tapped his forehead.Unable to resist, he took off his soaked clothes and went to bed.

Holding him in her arms skillfully, Chu Liuxiang answered Song Zuiyi's smooth and cool back while answering his sudden whimsical questions.

Chu Liuxiang's arms were very warm, he couldn't help but yawned, squinting his eyes slightly and lying in Chu Liuxiang's arms.

"I hope it will end soon." He whispered, he was tired of searching for clues and thinking about things these days.Now I just want things to end quickly and Chu Liuxiang to leave here.

Although it is fine for them to leave now, on the one hand for the truth, and on the other hand because the housekeeper kept saying that the murderer was not found, they are all suspects.Unexpectedly, a few days passed, and those people who were either rich or expensive left.

Chu Liuxiang lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead, coaxing him softly, "Hurry up, sleep for a while if you're sleepy."

Looking at the bronze-colored chest in front of him, he couldn't help but lean into it, and he didn't close his eyes to sleep until his entire face was pressed against it.

Chu Liuxiang laughed muffledly, with her strong arms around his waist, and her slender fingers stroked his back lightly.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of beating on the roof became louder and louder.Song Zuiyi frowned, and buried his head deeper into Chu Liuxiang's arms.

Outside the window is a plantain plant, the wide leaves are dark green and compelling.At this moment, the rainwater hit it mercilessly, making a crackling sound.The rainwater that hit the roof flowed down the cracks in the tiles and the eaves, and fell to the ground aggressively.

Chu Liuxiang lay sideways on the bed and hugged Song Zuiyi, squinting slightly to listen to the sound of the rain hitting the plantains.Hearing the shallow breathing of the person in his arms, he adjusted his posture and fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was still raining, but with less momentum.The drenched clothes that the two of them laid aside were also dry.

Song Zuiyi yawned and opened his eyes, the chest in front of him was warm, and the skin-to-skin contact gave his cold body a bit of warmth.Seeing that Chu Liuxiang was still sleeping, he carefully removed Chu Liuxiang's arm around his waist, and prepared to put on his clothes.

Unexpectedly, Chu Liuxiang noticed his departure, and wrapped her arms tightly in her arms.The voice was drowsy, "What's wrong?"

Song Zuiyi lay down again, ready to wait for Chu Liuxiang to wake up.

After a while, Chu Liuxiang opened his eyes and rubbed his head with his hand.

After the two of them got dressed and were about to go out, Chu Liuxiang looked out the window and pulled Song Zuiyi to wait here.

Song Zuiyi obediently sat in the room and watched Chu Liuxiang leave.After a while, a man in white came over with a black umbrella under the rain curtain.

"It's too cold outside." Chu Liuxiang went to ask for a cloak to put on for him, lowered her head and lowered her eyes to tie the strap on the cloak.

Song Zuiyi gathered up his cloak, and walked out with Song Zuiyi holding his shoulders.

The raindrops hit the umbrella, and Chu Liuxiang held up the umbrella so that he didn't get wet anywhere.

I went to Huamanlou and Lu Xiaofeng to discuss the countermeasures with the two of them.Lu Xiaofeng was a little interested in the person they mentioned pretending to be Yin Qingyang, and after learning that he didn't even know Chu Liuxiang, he said with a smile: "What does that person look like? I'll go out and find out."

He stroked his beard and played with the flower-filled fan with one hand.

"Since it's for revenge, that Ying'er should have something to do with Yin Qingyang. I'll go and find out who had a relationship with a man before marrying Yin Qingyang."

He left before Huamanlou called to stop him after he finished speaking, and walked out of the villa with a light figure on the eaves to inquire about the town at the foot of the mountain.

Hua Manlou shook his head helplessly, letting the active Lu Xiaofeng leave.

"What shall we do next?" Hua Manlou put away the fan that Lu Xiaofeng threw on the table before leaving.

Song Zuiyi was also a little distressed, "Should I tell them that Yin Qingyang is a fake and that Yin Qingyang killed so many people. Or..." He sighed and rubbed his painful temples.

"Wait for Lu Xiaofeng to come back." Chu Liuxiang drank tea, looked at Song Zuiyi who was distressed and smiled.

"See if he can find out who the person pretending to be Yin Qingyang is. Then we will go to the person pretending to ask."

He paused, "As for whether to tell others, I think it should be made public."

Song Zuiyi leaned on him, not only these, but also Yin Hu.He hasn't told Yin Hu about Yin Qingyang yet.

Although at first he said that he was helping Yin Hu just to get information, but now that he probably knows everything, he should want to talk to Yin Hu.After all, it was Yin Hu's father who died, and the murderer who killed so many people.