White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

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A few days later, a luxurious carriage passed through the main street of Pingjing City God, and stopped at a place where there were not many people. Neither of them stopped him, and after he got out of the car, the wheels started to turn again and rushed towards Miyagi.

"Wuji, you are finally back. How will bliss be?"

"I need to know the whereabouts of Luo Ying."

"I didn't see Luoying in Shentuo Villa back then, maybe my senior sister knows about her life and death."

two days later...

"Back then we encircled and suppressed Shenrao Villa according to the plan. Senior sister should know where Luo Ying from Xiangdong Pavilion went?"

"Luo Ying? Luo Ying is already dead!"

"Senior Sister, are you sure you remember correctly?"

"It can't be wrong, because... Luoying died with my own hands!"

Three days later, on a brisk cloudy day, on the bank of a small river, two figures were sitting side by side. Just from their backs, they were two men. There was silence for a while.

Zhu Yanfeng couldn't hold back anymore, he opened his lips and said softly: "Unexpectedly, it was your adopted daughter who ended Luo Ying's life long ago, and got rid of another one. Now I have no clue."

Huang Yan only sighed lightly, but said nothing.

Zhu Yanfeng said again: "Maybe it's just that Du Niang knew the girl in Xiangdong Pavilion, so she knew the structure of Xiangdong Pavilion?"

Huang Yan finally opened his lips: "Stop talking, the fish will be scared away."

Zhu Yanfeng kept his mouth shut.

After a while, Zhu Yanfeng said again: "Master urged me to go back to Qingluan City."

Huang Yan immediately looked back at him.

Zhu Yanfeng said: "I have been out with you for more than a month..."

Huang Yan lowered his eyes, with regret written all over his face.

Zhu Yanfeng also looked back at Huang Yan: "It's just that I don't want Yan'er to investigate the case alone."

Huang Yan replied: "I'll go back to Qingluan City with you. After searching for clues and running so many places, I also want to go back and rest for a few days."

Zhu Yanfeng nodded, and responded with an 'hmm'.

Huang Yan suddenly changed the subject: "Whoever caught the least fish today, or didn't catch any fish, will be responsible for bringing the fish to the restaurant and paying for the cook to cook."

Zhu Yanfeng smiled, and agreed without any objection: "Just listen to you."

In Dongdi City of Landan County, it was sunny at this time, the gate of Xiyutai's main rudder was opened, Fu Lianlei held an oil-paper umbrella to cover Fu Zhayue's head, and the father and daughter followed Xiyu slowly. The disciples of Yutai walked through the wide vestibule and then through the passage.

The two of them had just walked halfway and hadn't finished the passage when suddenly a figure in a hurry came from the front. Zhayue just took a look at the comer from a distance, then lowered his eyes and turned his face away for a while, showing distaste. Show vividly.

Xue Muhua smiled and greeted him with both hands: "I have received news of two visits before, and I have made preparations early in the morning to ensure that my future father-in-law and my future wife are satisfied!"

Fu Lianlei replied with a smile: "Thank you, Master Xue. I brought my daughter here today, just to let her get familiar with the environment of Xiyutai before her big wedding, and take a look at how her residence is doing."

Zhayue just lowered her eyes and said nothing, clutching a fragrant handkerchief in her hand, Xue Muhua looked at her well-dressed face with rouge and gouache, and liked it very much, but seeing that her expression was not worthy of such a dress, she couldn't help but curiously said: "Zhayue?"

Fu Lianlei glanced at the girl next to him, smoothing things over for her: "After sitting in the carriage for so long, maybe I'm tired."

Xue Muhua hurriedly entertained him: "Then please go to the living room and have a good rest! I have ordered someone to prepare refreshments!"

Fu Lianlei gently pushed the daughter's shoulder, and persuaded: "Let's go, let's see what delicious food is available at Xiyutai."

Zhayue had no choice but to walk slowly, not wanting to get too close to Xue Muhua. After a while, he came to the living room. Fu Lianlei lowered the oil-paper umbrella and handed it to the maid behind him, and then grabbed Zhayue's wrist , and brought her into the living room.

In the afternoon, the three of them each rode on chariots, carried by the disciples of Xiyutai, and slowly went to the back mountain, and came to a small waterfall. The half-built house and the pillars and beams under construction could be seen from a distance. , the courtyard wall cannot hide its luxury.

Xue Muhua looked back and asked Zhayue triumphantly: "Are you still satisfied? When it's finished, it will look even better than what you see in front of you!"

Zhayue opened her lips slightly, and was about to say in distaste, 'Ask me if I'm not satisfied if it's not finished', but Fu Lianlei lightly patted her shoulder with a hand, hinting, and she smiled faintly at Xue Muhua, don't say anything.Xue Muhua thought that success made Zhayue happy, so he became even more proud.

A day later and one night, a woman's figure hurried past the narrow, dark passage. The wide sleeves of the arse-colored blouse and the hem of the light yellow silk skirt embroidered with flower spikes swayed in the breeze, and a light bundle was hung in the crook of her arm. , the scarlet cloak almost covered her face, she only turned her head and carefully glanced behind her, before rushing out of Xiyu Terrace.

Fu Lianlei knew that his daughter was not active, so he came to her bedroom early in the morning to call her out, but after calling her a few times, the bedroom was still silent, and with his many years of experience in the world, he immediately sensed There was something strange inside, and he simply broke in the door, and found that neither the person nor the luggage was there, and concluded that the daughter had slipped away in the middle of the night without anyone noticing.

Turning around, Fu Lianlei saw on the table again, an empty cup pressed a piece of letter paper, on which a sentence was written: Old man Xue Ban, go to die.He shook his head helplessly, and after a while, he studied the ink and took the pen, adding a few strokes on the paper.

Xue Muhua was still dreaming about the spring and autumn dream before marriage, and when he was happily waiting for Zhayue to come to eat together at the table, he turned his head immediately when he heard footsteps, but saw Fu Lianlei coming alone, and couldn't help being slightly stunned: "Where is Zhayue coming?" ? Are you feeling unwell?"

Fu Lianlei only handed over a piece of letterhead, Xue Muhua took a look at the letterhead, and quickly asked Fu Lianlei: "Tenggan is honest, call Wanfei—this was written by Zhayue? Then, Zhayue, she... "

Fu Lianlei had no choice but to smooth things over for his daughter: "Maybe it's because he felt that he was fat and didn't dare to meet the head of Xue, so he ran out early in the morning to exercise and lose weight. He will never come back if he loses five catties."

Xue Muhua didn't have the slightest doubt, sighed, and his joy suddenly diminished by half: "I also ordered someone to make a beauty-enhancing bird's nest porridge for her, it seems that she can't eat it..."

Fu Lianlei deliberately put aside this topic, and only said: "Earlier, I heard that Master Xue built a grand Jixian Temple. I was curious about its appearance and wanted to appreciate it. I wonder if Master Xue is willing?"

Xue Muhua replied generously: "This place has not been fully completed, but some buildings can already be visited inside."

Fu Lianlei said: "I heard that there is an underground palace in Jixian Temple. The building is still under construction, so it should be an exposed building?"

Xue Muhua said with regret: "The underground palace is used for important and special events of Xiyutai, so without my order, no one can enter the underground palace. I can only take my father-in-law to visit the building."

Fu Lianlei had no choice but to say: "That's fine."

A waterside pavilion on Yangui Island, the windows are open, and the breeze pours into the waterside pavilion to drive away the heat in the house. There is only one person sitting in front of the tea table, with a cat in one hand and a wooden comb in the other, slowly Comb the cat's fur.

Yang Xinsu stood outside, leaning on the window sill, and said to the figure inside the house: "Wu Yan, this cat is very noisy at night recently! It almost made me unable to sleep!"

Wu Yan replied calmly: "Which day has it not been noisy?"

Yang Xinsu was curious: "Do you think it wants to seek a wife? I think so!" I couldn't help but feel regretful: "But Yangui Island only has this cat, where can I find a wife for it..."

Wu Yan replied: "Heihei is a domestic cat, different from those cats that catch mice, and they cannot be mixed."

Yang Xinsu suggested: "Then why not hire one from someone else's house?"

Wu Yan glanced back at him, wondering: "Hiring a cat?" He continued to lower his eyes and comb the cat's fur: "I don't have any news about Qingyuan yet, so I don't want to deal with it for the time being."

Yang Xinsu became curious again, and said with a smile: "You seem to care about Mr. Qingyuan a lot recently?"

Wu Yan paused, afraid that Yang Xinsu would tell nonsense to other people, so he just said firmly: "If your eyesight is not good, you should practice more archery until your eyesight improves."

Yang Xinsu wondered: "Why don't you admit it? You still use random reasons to teach me..." Then he propped up his cheeks with both hands, and expressed his opinion: "Although Mr. Qingyuan is sometimes selfish and cunning, he is very good most of the time."

Wu Yan gently stroked the cat lying on his knees, but did not answer.

Yang Xinsu couldn't help feeling strange: Uncle Wuyan obviously cared so much about Mr. Qingyuan, why he refused to admit it, it's weird!There are no unspeakable secrets between you and me!Mr. Qingyuan said that he was a stand-in, that Uncle Wuyan loved his brother, but why do I feel that things are not like this?

In Qingluan City, it was a very hot day at the moment. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, Huang Yan opened the door and stepped into the courtyard of Jinling Pavilion. At first sight, he saw several unsightly figures moving. The placket was withdrawn, and the sleeves were tied around the waist, and the plain white cross-neck jacket was also opened, revealing the chest, and the folding fan was still shaking in the hand.

Huang Yan coughed on purpose to attract the attention of the boys in Jinling Pavilion. After Cen Xiaowu and Dou Qingqian followed the prestige, they were shocked at the same time, and Cen Xiaowu hurriedly yelled into the main room: "No! Back..." Before he finished speaking, Dou Qingqian covered his mouth and refused to speak.

Huang Yan stepped forward slowly, and said a little seriously: "What do you mean 'it's not good'?" He glanced at them sharply.

The two were trembling, and smiled apologetically, Dou Qingqian smiled apologetically, and explained to Huang Yan: "No, it's not 'it's not good', no one said 'it's not good'..." secretly gave Cen a reproachful look. Little five.

Cen Xiaowu took off Dou Qingqian's hand, and explained with a smile: "I, I was tongue-tied just now, so I didn't make it clear, yes, I said 'great'..."

Huang Yan asked, "What's the matter with your clothes?"

Only then did the two remember, they hurriedly tightened their skirts and tidied their clothes, and everyone who was carefully peeping at the outside by the door frame also hurriedly began to tidy their clothes.

Huang Yan said lightly: "Since it's so hot in Jinling Pavilion, how about letting you do some exciting things to cool off?"

When the boys of Jinling Pavilion heard the words, they felt that this would not be a good thing, but a terrible thing, and hurriedly blurted out in unison: "Speak to Your Excellency! We don't feel the heat anymore!"

Huang Yan ordered: "What are you still doing in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and do something?" Then he walked into the main room.

The boys of Jinling Pavilion hurriedly followed behind him, asking courteously, "What clues has Da Qing been looking for outside recently?"

Huang Yan saw that his desk and chairs were spotless, sat down with satisfaction, and replied: "It can be said that we have found a clue, or we can say that there is no clue."

After hearing this, the disciples of the Jinling Pavilion were all stunned and confused: "Is there a clue, or is there no clue...? I haven't read many sage books, so I don't quite understand what Daqing means..."

Huang Yan regretted: "I found a clue that might be related, but the important person is already dead."

The author says:

This year on my stage, after nine months of play, it's over!The script is not good, and the ending is still as old-fashioned as I expected.

I want to change the script. In my life, I will meet new people and put on a new play, and then the ending will be an excellent script that I did not expect and that satisfies me.

For this reason, I made an exception today and updated three chapters in a row!