A glass of sick wine

The next morning, Yin Yanzhuo got up, washed up and came out, panting slightly with exhaustion, the servant boy helped him to sit on the chair, Yin Yanjuo rested for a while, stood up with a cane, and was served by the servant boy for a while. After dressing up, his face turned pale again.

He breathed slightly and ordered: "Go and invite Master Leng to come."

The boy agreed and walked out.

After a while Leng Suqiu came in.

Yin Yanzhuo stood in the front hall holding his cane: "You said last night that you will go to see Yue Zisai's corpse today."

Leng Suchou's face twitched, and he looked at his expression: "Did you have breakfast?"

Yin Yanzhuo drank half a bowl of porridge under Leng Suchou's gaze. Leng Suchou accompanied him and brought a few shadow guards with him, then went out and walked slowly towards the backyard.

The backyard is the residence of Mrs. Yue Zisai.

Yue Zisai passed away suddenly, and now Mrs. Yue is in charge of all matters in the village.

After the servant girl went in to report, a woman opened the curtain and walked out in a short while.

Mrs. Yue is about forty years old, with small and exquisite facial features, she does not appear old. She gave a blessing to Leng Su and Qiu, and she is even more graceful.

Yue Zisai and his wife are well-known loving couples in the rivers and lakes. Mrs. Yue's small characters are Fuhua, and Yue Zisai also took her name and established Fuhuamen.

Leng Suchou bowed his hands to her and said concisely, "Mrs. Yue, please forgive me."

Madam Yue's eyes were red: "Thank you, Master Leng."

Yin Yanzhuo looked at her face carefully, and said softly: "I don't know where the head of the Yue family will stop in the coffin, but you can let me wait for the younger generation to express my condolences."

Mrs. Yue lowered her head and said: "My husband passed away, he should have been buried in the soil long ago, but the dog just happened to be out on business, and he never came back after traveling all the way, so he had to..."

When she said this, she wanted to cry.

Yin Yan spoke with sincerity and earnestness: "Madam, please take care."

Leng Suchou squeezed his arm displeased.

Mrs. Yue walked in the rivers and lakes in her early years, and she has long been famous as the eldest son of the Yin family in the Yin Mansion in the south of the Yangtze River. It was the first time that Yin Yanzhuo saw herself after she entered the Golden Terrace. She saw Leng Suchou supporting him, thin and thin, Holding on to the cane, it seemed that even standing was very difficult, but it was true that Duan was seriously ill, just like the rumors in the world, but Yin Yanzhuo greeted her slightly, with a smear of color on her smiling lips, but it was an extremely handsome face .

She gave a charming blessing: "Fu Hua thanked Mr. Yin on behalf of my husband."

Mrs. Yue said: "Please wait a moment, I will accompany you."

Leng Suchou supported Yin Yanzhuo and stood in the front hall. After a while, Mrs. Yue came out wearing a plain white cloak and led Leng Suchou and them to the outer courtyard: "This way, please."

Yue Ziqian's body was not parked in the courtyard where he lived before, but in a small mountain road leading to the backyard.

The journey is quite a long way.

After walking for a while, Yin Yanzhuo secretly gritted his teeth and clenched his hands

Rod.

Leng Suchou's worry was about to burst into impatience.

Yin Yanzhuo took a breath, and suddenly said, "Mrs. Yue, have there never been any males in the house?"

Leng Suchou looked up and realized this problem just now. They walked all the way, but hardly saw a male disciple, which is strange for a martial arts sect.

Mrs. Yue was stunned for a moment, then raised her head to look at Yin Yanzhuo, her face was full of sorrow and sorrow: "Mr. Yin is a general who is ill, I must have never heard of it..."

Yin Yan looked at her face with glamorous peach blossoms: "Yin heard that the head of Yue passed away just now, but she left such absurd messages. You are a weak woman, and I have taught you to suffer."

Mrs. Yue said: "Thank you, Mr. Yin, for your compassion. Some of the disciples under the sect have gone out to work with Zhu'er, and most of the rest have been dismissed now, alas."

The gravel road was somewhat uneven, Mrs. Yue stumbled and twisted her slender waist slightly.

Yin Yanzhuo stretched out a hand and helped her up.

Mrs. Yue lowered her head: "Thank you Mr. Yin."

Yin Yanzhuo gently squeezed her palm, then nodded: "Ma'am, be careful."

At this time, a maid came quickly and whispered something in Mrs. Yue's ear.

Mrs. Yue turned to complain to Leng Suchou: "Master Leng, please forgive me, a guest has arrived at the door, and I will not accompany you for a while."

Leng Suchou nodded: "I'm bothering you, Mrs. Yue, please do what you want."

Mrs. Yue said again: "My husband's coffin is in a secret room under the half-mountain pavilion. The guardian is an expert under my sect. Qianbi is my personal maid. She will go with the two of you."

The one guarding the entrance of the secret room is an old man with white hair, short stature, a protruding hump on his back, and a scar on his dirty face. Eye.

"Uncle Chong, get out of the way." Qianbi lowered her head and scolded.

The old man gave the visitor a dull look, then staggered to the side.

Yin Yan glanced at the maidservant.

Qianbi opened the door for them: "You two, please come in."

Yin Yanzhuo walked into the ice room with his cane, and the cold air hit him. He covered his mouth and coughed a few times, and suddenly fell forward.

Leng Suchou quickly supported him.

Yin Yanzhuo just walked all the way, and the panting he had been suppressing broke out violently, he was out of breath, his frosty face showed a look of pain, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead.

Leng Suchou called out in a low voice: "Yanzhuo!"

The scene in front of Yin Yanzhuo's eyes is already blurred. If he was in the Nuan Pavilion on Dingzong Mountain Villa on weekdays, and sometimes he was tired from taking a few extra steps if he didn't pay attention, he would never embarrass himself and always let the servants support him. He fainted to death on the brocade, but now he is gritting his teeth, his whole body is almost lying on Leng Suchou's body, his lower lip has been bitten, and he is stubbornly trying not to faint.

Leng Su put his hand against the Jianjing acupoint on his shoulder, and slowly spent his true energy.

Yin Yanzhuo's face was as pale as death, and his lips were bright red, and his panting finally calmed down.

Yin Yanzhuo let go of Leng Suchou, supported his cane, and walked towards the depths of the secret room.

The huge ice room was empty, with a coffin standing in the center.

But the strange old man walked in again at some point, squatting in the corner of the room and staring at the two of them motionlessly.

Leng Suchou supported Yin Yanzhuo, but saw that there were no incense candles in front of the spirit, so he could only fold his fists and bow.

Yin Yanzhuo approached the front, carefully looked at the face of the dead body in the coffin for a while, then walked to the sides, leaned slightly to look down.

He was watching carefully, but suddenly his body swayed, and Leng Suchou stretched out his hand to support him.

Yin Yanzhuo took a breath and said in a low tone, "Go out."

After walking out of the underground secret room and walking down the gentle slope for a while, Yin Yanzhuo was out of breath, and he was too tired to walk while holding on to his walking stick.

Leng Suchou stood in front of him: "I'll carry you back."

Yin Yanzhuo's face darkened, he pushed his hand away, gritted his teeth and walked forward.

Leng Suchou followed him for a few steps, his tone almost anxious: "Speak up, take a break."

Yin Yanzhuo stood with his cane and forehead for a while, and walked forward again when his breathing improved a little.

The two of them walked like this for a while and rested for a while, at the end Leng Suchou carried him back to the wing step by step, Yin Yanzhuo's clean face was already so pale that there was no trace of humanity.

The servant boy helped him into the cave.

Leng Suchou held his hand and called him: "Speaking?"

The patient on the collapse had his eyes slightly closed, his breathing was very weak, but he was half unconscious.

The servant boy took off his coat that had been blown by the cold wind for a long time, put on a warm quilt, and brought some tea.

Yin Yanzhuo leaned on the quilt, drank two sips of ginseng tea, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then slowly said: "Then, you also saw it?"

Leng Suchou nodded: "That person is not Yue Zisai."

Yin Yanzhuo opened his eyes and glanced at Leng Suchou, his eyes were still dim, so he closed them again, and leaned against the quilt weakly: "Then where is the real Yue Zisai now?"

Leng Suchou frowned and looked at him: "Then the devil who attacked people at Fuhuamen in the middle of the night, is someone pretending to be a ghost?"

Yin Yanzhuo nodded: "What does this have to do with Yue Ziqian's death, but it is said that in recent years, there has been something strange about this Fuhuamen..."

Leng Suchou responded: "You said that the young disciple disappeared mysteriously?"

Yin Yanzhuo nodded slightly: "The missing disciples under the Fuhua sect are still a small number, and there is a plum blossom concubine in the Jianghu who appears every few months. few."

Leng Suchou said coldly: "The current strategy is to simply capture that person and ask him what happened."

Yin Yan asked: "Is there any trace of that person?"

Leng Suchou shook his head: "Supreme, no one knows when he will come out."

Yin Yanzhuo pressed his brows and took a weak breath: "There is no way..."

Leng Suchou took his hand, raised it to gently press his temple: "What is it?"

Yin Yanzhuo sat up and uttered a few words in a low voice: "Lead the snake out of its hole."

Leng Suchou asked: "But who can lure him out?"

Yin Yanzhuo opened his eyes and stared at Leng Suchou motionlessly.

Leng Suchou also looked at him, his stern face suddenly turned into tenderness, he smiled lowly: "I'll go as I go."

The shadow guard standing outside the pavilion heard it and blurted out: "Vendor Master, how can this be possible!"

Instead, he glared at Yin Yanzhuo.

Leng Suchou said coldly: "Presumptuous!"

Yin Yanzhuo was leaning on Leng Suchou's chest, with a handsome face, a face that charmed the Lord.

The dense ice needles on his chest felt a prickling pain, and a faint and weak breath came out from his beautiful lips: "I'm tired, I want to sleep for a while."

Leng Suchou helped him to lie flat, put on a thin sable fur for him, and then walked out gently.