unscrupulous male concubine

The night is beautiful and the halo is colorful. For the first time in history, the bustling Yunliang Pavilion is so quiet, like a noble lady with a veil.

Such silence makes me want to cry.

Chunjing stood on the suspension bridge for a while, looking at the colorful lanterns below, feeling inexplicably moved in her heart, just like when she went to see lanterns with her sister when she was a child, the lights all over the city embellished the darkness like a palace.His eyes were burned by the light below, their sockets were wet, and their eyelashes were wet.

Before the tears fell down, Chun Jing took a deep breath, tapped her toes, and landed on the door of Mo Bushi's room.

"Are you here to see Xiao Jiu?"

As soon as he put his hand on the door knocker, before he entered the door, he heard Mo Weizhe's laughing and joking voice from inside.

Chunjing was slightly stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that Mo Weizhe was talking to him. He sighed softly, pushed the door open, and went in with helplessness and complaints on his face.

He said, "Why do you know everything?!" He lowered his head and lifted up his robe, opened the collar and looked inside, jokingly said, "Did you install something on me that keeps track of my whereabouts at any time? ?”

He untied his belt, straightened his clothes, snapped open the bone fan in his hand, and sat down at the round table, looking at the pair of eyes that seemed to see everything on Mo Weiwei's narrow face, from where he saw himself shadow.

Mo Weizhe smiled softly, raised his hand to make a cup of tea, pushed it to Chunjing's hand, and praised him with a smile,

"You really dare to come here. If something happens to Jiudieyun this time, Yichixue will not let you go! He protects Jiudieyun as much as a wolf protects its cubs."

Chun Jing shrugged her shoulders with her lips curled, curled her lips disapprovingly, and lowered her head to take a sip of tea. Afterwards, the taste was sweet, like poison disguised as candy. He put down the teacup, sighed helplessly, and continued: ,

"You want to say, if I were smarter, I shouldn't provoke Jiudieyun again and again? It doesn't matter to me that he is sick! It's not that I begged him to take me up. Who would have thought that he would be on his own?" Hit the site!"

After Chun Jing finished speaking, avoiding Mo Weizhe's smiling eyes, she shook her fan and walked to the window, and opened the window with a bang. He was really ignorant when he said that, so he felt a little guilty, his face was a little red, and his body was a little bit red. dry.Fortunately, there was a human skin mask on his face, which blocked the unnaturalness of his body that could not be concealed.

Before meeting him, Jiudieyun must not have been so unlucky as recently!Chunjing knew that Jiudieyun was a friend, and although he was sometimes reckless, he treated him sincerely.

Mo Weizhe looked at Chunjing's fleeing back, smiled lightly, and made no comment.

Chun Jing, who was a little sober from the cold wind, took a deep breath, slowly suppressed the restlessness in her body, leaned her back against the window rail, turned her head and said to Mo Weizhe,

"If things really go your way, not only do you lose a lot of fun, but you also don't have so many troublesome challenges that you have to deal with immediately. When you reach a certain age, you only feel that when you accept those challenges. I'm still alive."

Mo Weizhe was amused by Chun Jing's words, he stared at Chun Jing for a long time but couldn't hold it back, burst out laughing, he pointed at Chun Jing and looked him up and down, Said, "I don't think you have lived to that point yet. You haven't even grown your hair yet. What nonsense are you talking about?"

On the table, the orange flame on the red candle on the silver candlestick swayed suddenly, a gust of wind poured in from the window, and suddenly extinguished the candle, the sudden darkness stopped the conversation, only Mo Wei Zhe's unadjusted breathing was wheezing.

The eyes slowly adapted, and the starlight spilled in from the window.

Chun Jing rested one arm on the window sill, tapped the fan lightly on her palm, he looked into Mo Weiwei's eyes through the black curtain, his voice was very deep, very low, solemn and serious.

He said, "So, I can't complete those challenges on my own, someone has to help me!"

In the darkness, Mo Weizhe raised his eyebrows lightly, and with the rustling sound of the cloth rubbing against each other, he slowly stood up and lit the candles in the room.He stood under the lamp, holding a pair of silver scissors, and cut off the jumping flames. The flame danced on the silver scissors, and after burning for a while, the wick burned out, and it went out with a pop.

Mo Weizhe looked away from the scissors, the candlelight reflected half of his face red and half dark, he looked at Chun Jing, slightly raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled softly, "It seems that in this round you choose My partner is me."

Chunjing closed the window, the fragile candles in the room couldn't stand the gentle wind outside, he walked to the table, made a cup of tea for Mo Weizhe with a smile, held it to his hand, smiled, sincerely He flattered me, "You have thought deeply enough and know more than others. It would be a good choice to choose you. Of course, there are certain risks, but no matter what decision I make now, there will be certain risks, but it is just a big risk. and small risks, the difference between avoidable and unavoidable."

Mo Weizhe didn't pick up the cup of tea, he stared at the leaves floating in the water in the cup and listened to Chunjing's words, then raised his head, looked into Chunjing's eyes, and said with a smile, "There is one more question."

"Huh?" Chunjing didn't take back her outstretched hand, and kept her posture of offering tea without moving. She just tilted her head, raised her eyebrows, the veins on her forehead trembled, and her thin lips touched up and down. Spit out two words, "You say."

"You ignored my wish, which is whether I would like to partner with you." Mo Weizhe sighed helplessly, raised his hand to clasp the mouth of the teacup, and pressed it down.

The cup slammed on the table, the tea splashed out of the cup, wet the tablecloth, it was overfilled and lifted too high, so when it fell, it hurt not only others but yourself.

"Ah?" Chunjing looked at the still churning water in the cup, widened her eyes, moved the corners of her mouth, looked at Mo Weizhe in disbelief, raised her throat, and yelled, "Hey! Brother, aren't you? ! We've been together for so long, you won't be willing to die!"

"We've been together for so long..." Mo Weizhe was taken aback by Chunjing's sudden emotional change. After a while, he came back to his senses and repeated Chunjing's words in a murmur, feeling speechless at his thick skin.Chunjing's skin is really thick, sometimes it's as thin as a little girl, and sometimes it's as thick as a city wall.

"Where did you say that?" He pursed his lips and sneered, looked at Chunjing, and said with a smile, "That's just your one-sided idea. Simply put, it's just your wishful thinking. You come to me, next time Like a rogue robber every time, never once did I not take something from me, and it seemed that I never had the right to say no."

Chunjing stared and clenched his silver teeth. This is how he makes friends. Some people may think that he is too abrupt and familiar, but slowly you will understand that he is actually a very easy-going and sincere friend.He was disappointed that Mo Weizhe misunderstood him.Then he breathed a sigh of relief, squinted his eyes, raised his foot on the stool, raised his Mo uncovered chin, squinted his eyes and said with a smirk, "It's not bad to have this knowledge! Just be a gangster!"

Mo Weizhe tilted his head, smiled lightly, and said, "The so-called water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. Even ordinary people will fight back after being oppressed for a long time!"

Chunjing squinted her eyes and approached Mo Weizhe suddenly, intending to use her eyes to coerce him into agreeing, but there was nothing in Mo Weizhe's eyes, they were still flat, Chunjing was a little frustrated, he let go of his hand and shook his hands. Arm said coquettishly, "Oh! Then do you help or not!"

Mo Weishi's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt his eyes were hot. He coughed lightly, picked up the teacup on the table, took a sip of the tea, and asked Chunjing, "Why don't you ask Shengjun Yushuo or Lord Shaolin? If any of them stand up and speak for you, no one will dare to block your way."

Suddenly another idea came to his mind, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned to look at Chunjing, "Or do you think they will block your way?"

The wind came in from the unclosed window and swept the veil, causing it to sway slightly.The flowers in the vases withered, the usually pink petals snapped off and fell to the ground.

Chun Jing was taken aback by what Mo Weizhe said, and his words hit the point.He licked his dry lips, waved his hands perfunctorily, sat down opposite Mo Weizhe, and complained, "Why do you have so much thought?! Aren't you tired? Even without them, I can still be responsible for my behavior." Responsible!"

Mo Weizhe looked at Chunjing's stubborn face, couldn't help pampering his hair, and asked with a smile,

"Do you know what you look like now?"

"What?" Chun Jing glared at him, feeling that he would not say anything nice.

"Like a baby who has just learned to walk, thinking that he can stand alone and move forward independently, but in fact he has not yet passed the weaning period, and there is still a hand behind him to help you before you fall, so that this It won't hurt too much." Mo Weizhe said seriously.

And his words really hurt Chunjing's glassy heart that was trying to be independent. He couldn't help but stand up, knocked down Mo Weizhe's hand, and shouted loudly, "Mo Weizhe, what you said is too much!" It's unreasonable!"

It is really unethical to sprinkle salt on someone's wounds.The current Chunjing is like a child who is unwilling to admit that he is still young and insists on being an adult. He is eager to be recognized and praised, and he does not want to use the rights given to him by his family to be an idle parasite.

"Fortunately, the sound insulation here is good." Mo Weizhe was covered by Chun Jing's high-decibel voice, and he didn't dig his ears until Chun Jing stopped, shook his head lightly, and then he couldn't forget to say goodbye Take it with a pinch of salt, "But you also think my words are very reasonable. That's why I would rather take more detours this time, and don't want to help those characters who turn their hands into clouds and turn their hands into rain."

The feeling of being seen through is very uncomfortable, like a roundworm in the stomach, thinking that he is hiding everything from the sky and the earth is perfect, but he is still easily seen through. His camouflage has long since been stripped clean.

Chun Jing sighed, and cupped her hands towards Mo Weizhe with a smile on her face, "Oh, good! You are right in whatever you say! I want to go up there now! You have to help me!"

He wants to go up and check again, maybe he missed some key evidence, since Xianxi has stayed there, he will definitely leave more flaws!He looked at Chunjing expectantly, blinking his eyes and making a pitiful look.

"It's no longer necessary!" Mo Weizhe said flatly.

His words were like a basin of cold water that poured Chun Jing from head to toe, and put her into the polar region to freeze for another ten years.He stiffened his body, staring at Mobushi's dark eyes, which could suck people in like a black hole.Chunjing pursed her lips, and it took a long time before she stammered out three words, "Why?"

Mo Weizhe wrinkled his nose and sniffed the air, then turned to Chunjing and said, "Didn't you smell it? The scent of gardenias has disappeared."

"You're kidding! How... how is it possible!" Chunjing took a deep breath, his pupils dilated, his voice was tearing, his eyes flickered, he was fine when he went up last night, and the fragrance was fragrant.Reluctantly, he turned around and rushed to the door, opened the door and rushed to the corridor, raised his head and took a deep breath, but there was only the precious incense floating from each room in the air, and the scent of gardenias really had nowhere to go I found it!

"When you left last night, the scent of gardenias suddenly became pungent. After a cup of tea, it faded away. There is no smell at all this morning. The flowers on it should all be withered." Mo Weizhe got up Walking behind Chunjing, looking up at the zenith, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and explained slowly.

Chunjing recalled what happened on the Zenith last night, and couldn't help muttering over and over again, "How could it be!"

They obviously didn't move anything, they just checked briefly, and there was no mechanism on it, how could those blooming flowers wither overnight?

Mo Weizhe looked at Chunjing's heroic profile and patted him on the shoulder, "Have you visited Jiudieyun?"

Chun Jing nodded unconsciously, staring blankly ahead.What should he do next? After spending so much time, he finally found Xianxi's clues, so he just disappeared?He reached into his bosom and touched the handkerchief folded on his chest, feeling helpless and uneasy.

"Go into the room and talk." Mo Weizhe heard the creaking of the door from downstairs, pulled Chun Jing into the room, and slammed the door shut.

Chun Jing let Mo Weizhe play around like a walking corpse that lost her soul.Mo Weizhe pressed him on the stool, bent down to see him lost his mind, almost lost the whole world, couldn't help frowning, raised his hand and patted his face five or six times.

"Hey! Wake up!"

Chunjing took a deep breath, looked back at Mo Weizhe, grabbed his sleeve, and asked eagerly, "Why did it wither?"

Mo Weizhe patted him on the head as if comforting a child, and poured him a cup of tea, "This clue is broken, there are other clues! Since you have watched Jiudieyun, you should watch Arrived, a blooming gardenia was conceived in his pupils. He is now the host of those flowers."

Ruirui told him these words, he knew how dangerous it was!But why did it just fall on Jiudieyun?

Chunjing raised her head and drank the tea in the cup, alleviating the anxiety in her heart as quickly as possible and regaining her sanity.He stared at Mo Weizhe closely, and narrowed his eyes slightly, "You have been there too, right? Why are you okay?"

"Maybe, I'm lucky?" Mo Weizhe pursed his lips, tilted his head and thought about it seriously, "You went up with him, aren't you okay? You can only admit that you are unlucky when you encounter such a thing gone."

"Hey, this kind of words!" Chun Jing gritted her teeth and snorted. Who can say beautiful words, he can be compared to Bailing when he speaks beautiful words.

Hearing the disdain in Chunjing's words, Mo Weizhe didn't care, with a faint smile still on his lips, he stood up, walked to the bookshelf in the inner room, flipped through the books, and asked with a smile, "You still Is there another better explanation?"

"Is it because you followed me?" Chun Jing frowned and blamed herself.

Mo Weizhe stopped flipping through the book, looked at Chun Jing through the gap between the bookshelves, and nodded slightly, "It's also possible! Haha! You think too much! Because you still don't get into your eyes! "

Chunjing sighed softly, not knowing what to say, he stood up and walked in front of Mo Weizhe, holding the bookshelf, looking at Mo Weizhe who was rummaging inside, tilted his head, and said a little tiredly, "Yes Who grew those gardenias?"

Mo didn't cover his head and didn't look up, turned around and brushed past Chunjing, found a night pearl from a small box, and put it on the bookshelf.

The soft cold light illuminates this small corner, such a luminous pearl of color is really rare, bright and big, it is rare in the world!Very suitable for flipping through books at night, although he hates reading.

Mo Weizhe took out a volume of dusty books from under the bookshelf, opened it and looked at Ye Mingzhu twice, then put it back, and then went to the back row to look for it.

While flipping through the book, Mo Weizhe turned his head to look at Chun Jing, and said, "It is said that when this building existed, there were those gardenias."

"The prohibition against going upstairs is also..." Chunjing held the Ye Mingzhu and moved it so that Mo Weizhe could look it up.

Mo Weizhe squatted on the ground and flipped through it for a while, glanced at the title of the book and then threw it aside, "Well, it was decided at that time, at least four or five hundred years ago."

For them, four or five hundred years are just a fleeting glimpse, passing in the blink of an eye.But because of such and such disputes, it is really not an easy thing to live in peace and stability until the ancient times.

Mo Weizhe finally found what he wanted, wiped the dust off the volume with his sleeve, walked to the inner study and sat down.

Chunjing lay on the opposite side of him, looked at Mo Weizhe's slightly frowning brows, stood up and walked behind him, "What are you looking at?"

He only glanced at it, then turned around and sat down on the chair, with his legs crossed on the table. He didn't know any of the characters on it. In the early years, the characters of all ethnic groups were not unified, unlike now, as long as Once you master one, you can travel all over the world!

Chunjing huddled in the chair, waving her fan lightly and asked Mo Weizhe, "Who is the one who built the building? Is it Yushuo Shengjun?"

"Really?" Mo Weizhe raised his head from the book suddenly, raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at Chun Jing, a little confused, he said, "This is the first time I've heard of it, where did you hear it from?"

Chun Jing pursed her lips, didn't say that she guessed it based on the same gardenia fragrance, and immediately showed a more puzzled expression than Mo Weizhe, her eyes widened, "Isn't it?"

Seeing him like this, Mo Weizhe sighed softly, flipped through the book with his head bowed, and told Chunjing the information he found, he said, "There are multiple versions about the building, but none of them are related to Shengjun Yushuo. What does it matter. The records of this point in the unofficial history are also mentioned briefly, although there are a few names in the middle, but there is no way to study them. You can't even be sure whether he really exists. "

"Who's there?" Chun Jing regained consciousness immediately, straightened her body, and stared at Mo Weizhe eagerly, maybe these people have something to do with Zhi Leng or Xian Xi!

Mo Weizhe pointed to the names on the book, and read out one by one, "Shanluzi, Chaoju, Duanzhi Zhonglao, Fanji, Yunzhongcheng."

After listening to it, Chun Jing was quite disappointed, he didn't know any of them, they were all unknown architects!Never heard their names!

He thought about it, and chose to break through from another direction. It doesn't matter who built it, what matters is who let Xianxi live on it. "Who is the big boss behind your Yunliang Pavilion?"

Mo Weizhe shrugged, "No one knows. In Yunliang Pavilion, everyone only recognizes Yichixue."

Chunjing rested her chin on her hand, looked at the dazzling night pearl, and muttered to herself, "Then only he can know who this big boss is!"

Chun frowned, but obviously he couldn't find anything out of Yichixue's mouth!Even if there was no matter between him and Jiudieyun, Yichixue would not easily tell others about his boss!

Then...could it be...he is actually the big boss, and he has been helping Xianxi to cover up all this time?Or... Xianxi is the big boss here!After all, when he was in Kyushu, the identity he used to conceal his identity was the head of the Men's Style Pavilion.

In the blink of an eye, Chun Jing already had more than a dozen guesses in her mind, and after screening, only the above two were feasible.

Chunjing stood up, looked at Mo Weizhe with a smile, walked around behind him, and he pressed his shoulder and praised, "They all say you are all-rounder!"

Mo Weizhe felt a chill rushing from his back to his head, making his whole body tremble, and his hair exploded. He looked back at Chunjing, and smiled forcedly, "Why do I think you are digging a hole?" Let me dance?"

"Young Master Wei who knows me!" Chun Jing bumped into Mo Wei Zhe with a smile, and spread her hands towards him, "Give me Chu Yang's portrait."

Mo Weizhe looked at his slender fingers, frowned slightly, a little displeased, he pushed Chunjing's hand away, "Why do you insist on pestering a dead man? Didn't the oak leaf explain it to you, it doesn't matter at all. There is something about bringing the dead back to life, and in the entire wolf clan, only the illusory pharmacist Tang Cao of the royal clan can do it."

Chunjing withdrew her hand, leaned forward and sat on the table, swinging her legs, stretched out her arms and patted Mo Weishi's shoulder, "The explanation is an explanation! But Chuyang's identity is definitely not simple. You didn't see it with your own eyes." Watch him die! Maybe he's not dead at all!"

Regarding Chunjing's conclusion, Mo Weizhe was a little speechless. He said, "Didn't I show you last time? Chuyang's Crystal Perry has bloodshot eyes, which is a sign of the death of the master."

"That's what you said." Chunjing ignored him, squinted and gave Mo Weizhe a look, even suspecting that he was concealing it deliberately.

Seeing his eyes like this, Mo Weizhe was also a little speechless. He had helped him so much and ended up being suspected in the end. He smiled helplessly, not intending to argue with Chunjing, and said, "Say Well, what did you find again?"

Chunjing grinned, and said seriously, "I checked the files of the Department of Household Affairs, and there are people who, like him, have other life records after being born and dying."

"This has nothing to do with what you want to investigate!" Although Mo Weizhe was also surprised, he still reminded Chunjing that sometimes his brain is too open, and once he starts to think wildly, no one can stop him. return.

Chunjing pursed her lips and nodded lightly, then jumped down from the table, laid out a piece of paper for him, and said with a smile, "Who knows! So, draw, I'll grind it for you!"

Mo Weizhe looked up at his sometimes naive and sometimes stubborn face, and couldn't help sighing, this is obviously a child!He pursed his lips helplessly, held the brush, dipped in the ink, and was about to write, when Chun Jing grabbed his wrist and stopped him.

"What's wrong?" Mo Weizhe took a deep breath, looked up at him, a little speechless.

Chun Jing pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, and said, "It must be in a realistic style! No need to beautify, the key is truth!"

Mo Weizhe nodded lightly, looked at his wrist which was still held by Chunjing, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Can I draw now?"

Chun Jing hurriedly let go of her hand, and smiled foolishly.

It's just that Mo Weizhe just drew two strokes and couldn't draw any more, because Chunjing buzzed unstoppably around his ears like a fly, "Should the eyes be longer? Hiss... The bridge of the nose should be higher here! The distance between the eyebrows and the eyes should be closer!"

There was a crisp sound, and the writing brush in Mo Weizhe's hand broke, and he threw the pen on the table unbearably, looked up at Chunjing, and said sharply, "Who exactly do you want!"

Chunjing was stunned by Mo Weizhe's sudden temper. He didn't know why he was angry. He tilted his head and said confidently, "Chuyang! Didn't we just agree?"

"Heh, heh!" Mo Weizhe sneered twice suddenly, his eyes suddenly became sharp, he gritted his teeth and stared at him, "You also know that what you want is the portrait of Chuyang, have you seen him? What's it like?"

Chun Jing licked her lips, blinked her eyes in embarrassment, reached out to touch her nose, and said with an apologetic smile, "No."

Mo Weizhe was so angry that his chest heaved violently, he lost his sense of normalcy, and scolded, "Then what are you pointing out here? Or do you think Chu Yang is the person you are looking for, so you want to guide me to draw in this direction?"

Chunjing stared at Mo Weiwei, his face flushed red under the human skin mask, no one dared to talk to him like that for a long time, so it sounded particularly harsh.In the end, he took a deep breath and let it out slowly to calm himself down. Hehe smiled and said, "It's a preconceived suspicion!"

After saying this, Chun Jing really felt that she had done something wrong, and her temper of forcibly suppressing her disappeared instantly.

Mo Weizhe looked at him with distaste for a while, and took a pen, "You don't need to sharpen the ink, you can go over there and play by yourself! I will call you when I finish the drawing!"

"That's so embarrassing!" Chun Jing smiled sarcastically, and finally turned away under Mo Weiyang's cold gaze, took a piece of paper, poured some ink, took a brush, and planned to enter the place where she met in the alley that night. People draw it.

But Chunjing is really not good at these tricky things, and he would rather learn a few more spells when he has time.He carefully drew on the paper, trying his best to draw the shadow in his impression, but who knows, in the end, only a dark mass was drawn.

Amidst the crackling of the candle, Mo Weizhe had already painted a portrait. From the inside, he saw Chunjing, who was lying on the table and frowning tightly, with a look of bitterness and hatred, he raised his eyebrows slightly , walked over quietly.

"What are you drawing?" Mo Weizhe stood behind him with his hands behind his back, and couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth when he saw the picture drawn by Chunjing. There were black dots on it, and a big black dot in the middle of the black dots.

Chun Jing slowly put down the pen and took a deep breath, as if drawing such a picture took all his effort, he twisted his body, lifted the picture up to show Mo Weizhe, and spit out four very poetic words, " Rainy Night Phantom!"

Mo Weizhe took it over and glanced at it, curled his lips, casually threw it on the table, and said sarcastically, "You still told me not to write freely, what's going on with you?"

"You can't blame me! I'm not good at painting!" Chun Jing sighed for a long time, with a helpless expression on his face, "Have you finished the painting?"

Mo Weizhe nodded lightly, and unfolded the scrolled painting, "This is Chu Yang."

"Chu...Chuyang?" With a bang, Chunjing slammed his chin-supporting hand on the table, he lifted the painting up to look carefully under the lamp, and turned his head to look up and down at the well-dressed Mo Weiwei, gasping for breath. He breathed a sigh of relief, "Hiss... this... If you don't tell me, I really can't figure it out. Are you sure it's not Xieyi?"

This is too far from the name Chuyang!The person in the painting is sloppy and sloppy, but his eyebrows and eyes are upright, but his temperament is not far behind Xianxi.

Mo Weizhe said, "You said you want to restore it. Chuyang, he looks like this."

Chun Jing rested her chin in both hands, tapped her cheek with her index finger, tilted her head to look at Mo Weizhe, and smiled forcedly, "Didn't your Yunliang Pavilion set a rule that people with disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter? He's too..."

He still can't accept that a man with such a name looks so rough!

Mo Weizhe picked up the painting, stared at that face for a while, sighed softly, and explained to Chunjing with a smile, "You may not be clear, but in Yunliang Pavilion, I am the only one who doesn't Those bound by these rules and regulations, as long as I agree, even beggars on the side of the road can enjoy the same treatment as VIPs."

Chunjing raised her thumbs up to him in admiration, imagined the picture of the two of them getting along, couldn't help but shuddered, and muttered, "Unbelievable!"

Although people cannot be judged by their appearance, but...

Chun Jing decided to give up, and handed over her smeared painting, "Help me change this painting."

Mo Weizhe glanced at the painting, then at Chunjing in embarrassment, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, a little unbearable, "You... tell me how this can be changed?"

"What's so difficult about it." Chunjing raised his eyebrows, not understanding why Mo Weizhe delayed it so much, he stuffed the painting into Mo Weizhe's arms, and pushed him into the study, "I said, you draw! Look at it." Change it!"

Mo Weizhe screamed in despair, and said bitterly, "What the hell is this!"

Chunjing smiled, patted him on the shoulder, "Damn ghost!"

Mo Weizhe's painter is really good, as long as you can describe it, he can reproduce it on paper.The point is, Chunjing can't even describe it well.

Mo Weizhe propped his arms on the table, covered his face with his hands, and was sweating profusely. He had no choice but to draw a dozen or so pictures according to what Chun Jing said!But he only had those two words on the left and right, "No!"

"What on earth do you want! Isn't it just a skeleton?" Mo Weizhe looked at the paper Chunjing laid out for him, and the face of apologetic smiles, and finally couldn't help shouting. will not feel comfortable!

Looking at Mo Weizhe who was on the verge of collapse, Chunjing finally realized his conscience, he licked his lips, picked up the drawn drawing on one side, held the pen to circle the matching parts, and then handed them to Mo Weizhe, He said with a sneer, "I'll trouble you one last time! Just put these together!"

Mo Weishi glanced at Chunjing, glanced roughly at the picture on the table, and frowned slightly, "This nose and forehead shouldn't appear on the same face."

After several twists and turns, a restoration map was finally drawn, and Mo Weizhe slumped on the chair, eyes closed and exhausted.

Looking at the picture, Chun Jing frowned slightly, and her consciousness drifted back to that rainy night.He suddenly found that he had missed a detail. When he passed an alley, he seemed to smell a faint fragrance of peach blossoms. Although it was washed and soaked by the rain, it was still there. At that time, the peach blossoms had long since withered.

"Do you think the two of them look alike?" Chun Jing put the skeleton picture and Chu Yang's portrait together, and asked Mo Weizhe to tell them apart.

"You want me to judge what a skeleton looked like before it was alive? This is what you did!" Mo Weizhe raised his eyelids to take a look, then tilted his head to one side.

"Painting also pays attention to texture, doesn't it?" Chun Jing looked at the two pictures, tilted her head, and remembered a sentence she saw on the tree before.

Mo Weizhe glanced at him, sat up straight and took a closer look, muttering, "I can't stand you! You can't draw, but you know a lot! I can't judge!"

"Look at the distance between his eyes, is it the same as this skeleton? And the position of the nose and mouth..." Chun Jing refused to give up, trying to find similarities from the two pictures.

Before Chunjing finished speaking, Mo Weizhe hurriedly raised his hand to cover Chunjing's mouth, and pushed him to the door, "I don't know, I've finished everything you asked me to do, let's go, let's go! You wait If I go down, I'm going crazy."

The door slammed shut, Chun Jing blinked at the two pictures in her arms, smiled slightly, raised her hand to knock gently, and said sincerely, "Thank you."

In the thatched cottage on the third floor, Ruirui and Querye nestled in ancient medical books, digging hard.

Chunjing tiptoed in, carefully avoiding the littered books on the ground, he knew that if he stepped on one, Ruirui would jump up and argue with him, although these trees were not hers, she just couldn't understand them Others spoil medical skills.Chunjing thinks that if you don't want them to be ruined, you should tidy them up and put them where they should be placed instead of throwing them everywhere.

"How is it?" Chunjing walked to Ruirui, squatted down, and asked softly.

"These medical books are so interesting! They are all weird prescriptions!" Ruirui excitedly picked up the book and showed it to Chunjing, unable to suppress the excitement in her heart.

"Isn't what you've seen enough?" Chun Jing said with a smile.Ruirui has a library, and the upstairs is full of medical books she has read, as well as complete treatment records.

Ruirui tilted her head and said very seriously, "Sure enough, learning is endless, and because of the different medicinal materials in different regions, these prescriptions are also different! Look here, the two poisons are mixed together, and it turns out to be a great tonic. medicine!"

"Have you found a cure?" Chunjing thought of Jiudieyun's eyes, pursed her lips, and opened her mouth to remind her that she might have overlooked Jiudieyun's illness long ago.

"Not yet." Ruirui shook her head and continued to flip through the book.

"Come out with me." Looking at Rui Rui's sleepless appearance, Chun Jing frowned, grabbed her wrist, and disappeared into the room in a mist.

"Look at these two pictures." After leaving the door, Chun Jing took out the two pictures from her arms and showed them to Rui Rui.

"Eh? Where did you get it?" Ruirui's eyes widened. She pointed at the skeleton and pouted, "Isn't this the one who tricked us into trapping us in Wulipo, Xishan?"

"Do you see these two portraits?"

"What? Skeletons and this slob? Don't people look like this when they're dead?" Ruirui raised her eyebrows and looked at Chunjing. She didn't like dead people, so she seldom studied them.

"You go to Jin Mo, he is in charge of the criminal law, he should know someone who has researched on corpses." Chunjing gritted his teeth and slowly opened his eyes, he took a deep breath, chose to give up, he handed the painting to Ruirui, and asked road.

"Why don't you go by yourself! I'm busy! Maybe I won't be able to go back for a few days! I'll let you go on vacation for a few days!" Ruirui pouted and stuffed the portrait back into Chunjing's arms, posing to him waved.

"I'm not..." I'm going to find Feng Ming!Before he finished speaking, Ruirui had already entered the room.

"Oh, no one can really count on it!" Chun Jing looked at the two pictures for a while, thought about it, and decided to go to Feng Ming first!

On the way, he thought of the untimely peach blossom fragrance, what was going on?This smell reminded him of Murong Xinbai first, because it was so deep that when he mentioned peach blossom, his gentle and handsome face with a smirk appeared in front of his eyes.

"Could it really have something to do with Murong?" Chun Jing muttered with her chin in her hand, and just finished speaking, she denied it with a smile, "Hey! What am I thinking! How is this possible? Coincidence!"

Because after staying in Yunliang Pavilion for too long, it was already late at night when they arrived at Feng Ming's mansion.

As for his sudden visit, Feng Ming wasn't too surprised.The chilled wine has not been finished yet, and several side dishes are also ready-made.

There are huge windows at the front and back of the room, and black ice is placed on the window lattices. The wind passes through the front windows, bringing cool air into the room for a while, and then goes out through the back windows.In the middle of the house is a round bamboo mat, on which there are two futons and a wooden table with two glass wine cups.

"Master Feng has a guest?" Chun Jing planned to exchange pleasantries first, looking at a wine cup in front of her, and said with a smile.

"It's prepared for you." Feng Ming motioned for him to sit down, and poured him a glass of wine.Before Chunjing could sit still, he continued, "If you have any questions, just ask, you're welcome."

Chunjing froze for a moment, smiled awkwardly, looked up and saw that Feng Ming didn't look at him, but stared at the tree outside the window in a daze, his eyes were distant and empty, revealing sadness.

Didn't hear Chun Jing's answer, Feng Ming shifted his eyes to Chun Jing, he said, "You don't have to doubt my motives, everything I do for you now is because of Miss' entrustment, you are her friend, That's my friend."

Chunjing can only be small, and feels a little bit sorry in her heart.

But he was unwilling to give up the opportunity so easily.

Chun Jing took a deep breath, looked into Feng Ming's jade-like cold eyes, and said seriously, "I want to know what happened to those people who died young but their lives were on track."

Feng Ming smiled, as if he knew that Chun Jing was going to ask him this question, he said, "What do you think?"

"If it's just one person, it might be a coincidence, but I found more than one!" Chun Jing pursed her lips and told Feng Ming her analysis.

Feng Ming looked at Chun Jing with his sad eyes for a while, then nodded with a smile, "As you expected, it was indeed an experiment. Before that, let me tell you about the account records of the Department of Household Affairs The principle is that it records autonomously based on the changes in the body structure within the territory of the wolf tribe, and is not controlled by external factors. Once a newborn is born, it will generate a new record before its first cry and record it in another book.

In fact, not only those newborns, their parents themselves are the first-generation test subjects. When they fall in love, when they conceive, when they conceive, and when they give birth are all planned.And in the moment before the birth of newborns, their mothers will die suddenly due to heart rupture. According to the logic, babies whose mothers die before they are born will be automatically recorded as deaths by the system.But to be precise, these babies did not die. The next thing to do in this experiment is to separate these children from their mothers and let them be reborn. "

When he said this, he was extremely calm, just like his eyes, like the black ice outside the window.

Chunjing didn't show much sympathy for those people, but felt a little uncomfortable. He sorted out his thoughts and concluded a sentence, "So, fundamentally speaking, there is no resurrection in this."

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