White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

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The golden crow in the morning is very hot, and the square pillars in the corridor are a bit hot to touch, and no one dares to sit on the stools between the pillars. The gardenias in the flower troughs are blooming in full bloom, while slightly bending their branches and leaves, as if they are asking for water to quench their thirst.Its fragrance is long and long, and it just suppresses the unpleasant sweat smell.

The bamboo curtains have been completely lowered, but the strong light can still penetrate, shining unrestrainedly into the ground in front of the window in the house.A Xiyutai disciple was not afraid of the strong light, walked through the corridor calmly, and entered the room. When he saw Xue Muhua, he immediately cupped his hands and greeted respectfully: "I have met the master."

Xue Muhua was waiting to taste the iced melon, and asked plainly, "What's the matter?"

The disciple replied: "I sent a letter from Jixian Temple, and I have to give it to the master for review." Immediately, he submitted the letter diligently.

After Xue Muhua received the letter, he immediately opened it and read it. The content was only a few lines, but he was stunned and thought: Why did the imperial court suddenly investigate Jixian Temple?The reason is still 'suspect that the wanted criminal escaped and hid', what exactly do Su Zhongming and Li Xuan intend to do?You shouldn't have broken into the underground palace, right?Before moving to the gods, there must be no mistakes...

He calmly put away the letter, and told his disciples: "Send someone to send the letter there, and say that I have read the letter. Since the court suspects that there is a place where wanted criminals are hidden, be more cautious in the future, and don't let anything happen." The wanted criminal escaped in."

The disciple memorized it, bowed his hands respectfully, agreed with a 'yes', and then retreated without any carelessness.

At that time, there was a lotus lake in Qingluan City. The lotus stems had already grown to a height of more than nine feet, and green leaves as big as bamboo hats were clustered together. Inheriting the fierce sun, but even more neither humble nor overbearing, more energetic and lively than three points.

The breeze blew past, gently shaking the green leaves, but they couldn’t turn over one piece, the green waves swayed slowly one after another, from time to time revealing a few cheeks and snowy muscles, the water is delicate and delicate like a fairy, and the green lotus pod in the center is secretly giving birth to white lotus son.

The fragrance is faint, which adds to the mood intentionally or unintentionally. A small nine-curved bridge runs quietly between the blue waves and connects to a hexagonal pavilion. Bamboo curtains are hung on each side, and huge green leaves are gathered between the small bridge and the pavilion. In front of the guardrail, the gazebo was empty, except for two shadows looming under the green leaves—Huang Yan and Zhu Yanfeng sitting on the low guardrail of the small bridge, hugging each other tightly face to face, their jaws so close that they almost touched.

Both Shuanghua and Lilac are reluctant to let go, harvesting each other's nectar, endlessly, until they are almost out of breath, the two are willing to stop, gently hugging to ease the breath, Zhu Yanfeng raised his hand and gently stroked the draped Huang Yan His silver-white locks on his back.

Suddenly there was a calling from the bank of the lotus lake, but the voice came from the east for a while, and then changed to the west for a while, but Zhu Yanfeng heard it and reminded: "It seems that someone is calling you."

Huang Yan also heard a very long "Da Qing" at first, but he pretended not to hear it, leaning quietly in Zhu Yanfeng's arms, and replied with a smile: "Really? I only heard the wind."

Xuan Hengzhi ran around the lotus lake, shouting loudly as he ran: "Da-Qing! Where is it? Da-Qing!" After a while, he walked along the small Jiuqu bridge, While walking, looking around, he continued to call: "Da-Qing! If you are here, answer me! Da..." As soon as he turned his head, he almost ran into a wall of meat, and quickly took a step or two back, his attitude suddenly became respectful , Said with a playful smile: "Finally found Daqing!"

Huang Yan suddenly stood in front of him, with a solemn face, and asked with his hands behind his back: "What's the matter, did you ask Ben Daqing to come here?"

Xuan Hengzhi replied: "Pingjing sent a letter, saying it is urgent, and I want to show it to you!" He submitted the letter immediately.

Huang Yan took the letter, opened it and looked at it immediately, then raised the corners of his lips.Zhu Yanfeng walked up to his side and asked: "What happened?" Huang Yan replied: "The series of strange cases, after waiting for so long, finally appeared again."

Hearing this, Zhu Yanfeng quickly took the letter in Huang Yan's hand and glanced at it: "This time the situation is different! It's not a noble family, but a murder case in an official's family! It's still a seventh-rank official!"

Huang Yan said: "I'm going to Pingjing, and then I'll go to Wushuang County to see the official household where the homicide occurred."

Zhu Yanfeng worried: "Are you going alone?"

Huang Yan asked with a smile: "Are you going to accompany me this time?"

Zhu Yanfeng replied: "I know, I only have two opportunities to go out this year..."

Huang Yan reminded: "I took you out for too long last time, which made him very nervous. He told me that if I take you out again, you must return to Qingluan City on No. 30 at the latest."

Zhu Yanfeng said generously: "It's okay, within 31 days, you should search for clues, and I will accompany you well."

Huang Yan didn't refuse, just said: "Go to Pingjing early tomorrow morning and ask about the situation."

Zhu Yanfeng agreed: "Okay."

Xuan Hengzhi interrupted: "Then what am I going to do?"

Huang Yan only responded indifferently: "There is nothing to do with you, go back to Jinling Pavilion and wait for the new task."

Xuan Hengzhi clasped his hands: "Yes, Your Majesty!" He immediately ran back to Jinling Pavilion, not daring to waste a moment.

Huang Yan took Zhu Yanfeng's hand, walked forward slowly, and said as he walked, "Do you know what other plans I have in mind?"

Zhu Yanfeng glanced back at him, but couldn't figure it out, but just looked at him curiously.

Huang Yan didn't intend to make things difficult, and revealed the answer himself: "I want to go to the Bliss Club again, and I want to check that place again."

Zhu Yanfeng asked: "Are you still suspicious?"

Huang Yan replied frankly: "Last time, you and I found out a total of fifty Nangong Ye, and 14 of them were children of rich families. Among these 14 people, seven died in infancy. Among these seven people, two His age is consistent with what Du Luoniang said about Nangong Ye, but none of his wives are named Du, nor are they from Taoxia. Do you think we should check again?"

Zhu Yanfeng asked directly: "When are you going?"

Huang Yan replied: "I will go as soon as I come back from Wushuang Commandery, but this time, you and I will sneak in like mice."

Zhu Yanfeng understood his intention: "For you and me, each prepare a night clothes."

Huang Yan said generously: "No, wearing black clothes is enough."

In the early morning of the next day, the two went to Jinling Pavilion to write out their attendance records, leaving ink marks of "going out on business", and left Qingluan City together, took a boat to Wushuang County, arrived at the city where the murder occurred, and immediately rushed to the scene of the murder .

When the two of them came to the gate of the mansion on horseback, they didn't see a red and white warning belt. The main gate was wide open, and only a few policemen stood outside the gate, all with helpless expressions, and the mansion The sound of crying and the sound of Taoist priests performing rituals came intermittently from the inside, which was different from other murder scenes.

The two got off their horses at the same time, and hurried to the door. Huang Yan asked with a serious face, "What's going on! This is the scene of a murder case, why did it look like a Fa conference!"

The policemen sized up Huang Yan and Zhu Yanfeng, and someone wondered, "You...you are...?"

At this time, Zhu Yunzhan just came out of the mansion, and when he saw Huang Yan, he immediately shouted happily: "Master!" He hurriedly introduced to the arresters: "This is the Minister of Jinling Pavilion, this It's Shaoqing."

After hearing this, the policemen immediately bowed their hands to Huang Yan and Zhu Yanfeng, with a somewhat respectful attitude: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

Huang Yan didn't exchange pleasantries, and asked Zhu Yunzhan, "What's going on inside? It's noisy."

Zhu Yunzhan couldn't help but glanced back at the mansion, then showed helplessness, and replied: "The one who committed the murder this time was an official of the seventh rank. It has been several days since the funeral was held! If this continues, the investigation will be troublesome..."

Zhu Yanfeng couldn't help but said: "Putting on airs like this? An official of the seventh rank... It seems that he usually likes to be domineering?"

When Zhu Yunzhan heard this, he smiled softly, but the catcher behind him blurted out: "Jinling Pavilion Shaoqing spoke our minds! What kind of shit is a seventh-rank official, he will die when he dies, and he still has to do something. Such a big funeral hinders our investigation."

Huang Yan opened his lips, straight to the point: "How many people died? What's the relationship?"

A policeman, as a representative, replied: "Five died, one official, and the official's wife, the two sons of the eldest wife, and the youngest son of the official's concubine."

Zhu Yunzhan added: "The murderer is my aunt's eldest son."

Huang Yan asked, "Don't you have a daughter?"

The policeman replied: "This official has two daughters, one is born to the big lady, who has been married long ago, and the other is born to the concubine, who is only 15 years old. That night, she was the first to see the murderer. , was caught by the murderer, strangled his neck, and fainted from fright.”

Huang Yan was curious: "Is she okay?"

The policeman replied: "No, there is not a piece of meat missing."

Huang Yan didn't continue to ask questions for the time being, and walked into the mansion, walked to the deep courtyard, and saw a few people having a funeral in front of a house, the whole courtyard was covered with white silk, and the family members, men and women, were all wearing mourning clothes, Except for crying, except for the Taoist chanting, there is no ordinary human language.

Huang Yan looked at the faces of those family members, and his eyes fell on the girl who was kneeling beside a woman.Even with plain makeup, the girl was still pretty and charming, her face was full of tears, her head was lowered, her face was calm, but the jade hands on her knees were clenched a little tightly, which attracted Huang Yan's attention, and he looked at her calmly for a few more times.

Zhu Yunzhan and Zhu Yanfeng walked over, Zhu Yanfeng followed Huang Yan's gaze and saw the girl, Zhu Yunzhan said to Huang Yan: "Master has been watching her?"

Huang Yan didn't answer, but only told Zhu Yunzhan: "Send someone to interrogate her."

Zhu Yunzhan immediately responded: "I see!" Turning around and walking out, he quickly brought a few arresters in, broke into the funeral ceremony, and captured the girl.

"Let go of me! What are you doing! Let me go!"

"Stop! Stop it! What are you doing! Let my daughter go! What did my daughter do wrong!"

One resisted, the other stopped, and the noise continued, but Zhu Yunzhan and the policeman were still hard-hearted, regardless of the situation, captured the girl and brought it back to the Yamen.

Zhu Yunzhan walked back in front of Huang Yan, and asked for instructions: "Master, the person has been taken down, what's next...?"

Huang Yan replied: "She was the only person who faced the murderer that night. She should be more aware of the situation at that time than others. The murderer didn't kill her, so there must be something hidden. Find a way to get her to tell."

Zhu Yunzhan responded with a heavy 'hmm', and then asked: "How long will Master stay here?"

Huang Yan replied: "Three or four days. If you ask, come to the inn to see the deity." After saying that, he took Zhu Yanfeng to leave the mansion and rode to the inn.

Two days later at night, Zhu Yunzhan came to the inn alone, trotted up the stairs, stopped outside the door of a guest room, knocked on the door three times, and the door opened in response, revealing Zhu Yanfeng's face, Zhu Yanfeng said: " come in."

Zhu Yunzhan followed Zhu Yanfeng to the table. Huang Yan had been sitting at the table for a long time. Seeing Zhu Yunzhan coming, he immediately asked, "Is there a result of the interrogation?"

Zhu Yunzhan replied: "Hungry her, thirsty her all day, finally willing to tell the secret."

Zhu Yanfeng hurriedly asked: "She really has secrets?"

Zhu Yunzhan replied: "The matter is embarrassing..." Looking at Huang Yan, he asked for instructions: "I, do you want to speak directly?"

Huang Yan replied bluntly: "Let's talk."

Zhu Yunzhan continued to speak with peace of mind: "Before the murder, she had other unspeakable relationships with the murderer. This kind of intimate relationship is not visible. This may be the reason why the murderer did not kill her."

Zhu Yanfeng was slightly stunned, and couldn't help but look at Huang Yan, but still couldn't let go: "They are... brothers and sisters..."

Huang Yan guessed: "Her biological mother probably didn't know about it." Then he asked: "During her interrogation, did she say anything about the murderer before the murder? Did the murderer go out?"

Zhu Yunzhan replied: "Yes! The murderer was ill for a few days before the incident, such as diarrhea and fever. She took care of the murderer herself. Before the murderer fell ill, he also went out for three or four days, but told her that he was going out to meet friends. , As for what friends to meet, she didn't ask at that time."

After hearing this, Huang Yan made a decisive decision: "Let her go tomorrow morning and send her back."

Zhu Yunzhan agreed: "Well! I will send her back tomorrow morning!" Then said: "Then I will not disturb Master's rest." After crossing his hands, he consciously left the guest room, closed the door and left.

There was no third person at the moment, so without further ado, Zhu Yanfeng hugged Huang Yanheng and persuaded him: "Okay, your apprentice told you to rest, and you should go to the place you mentioned to investigate tomorrow morning."

Huang Yan didn't speak, but raised an arm to hook Zhu Yanfeng's back neck, looked at his face, then lowered his eyes slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on the corners of his raised lips.

In a blink of an eye, a few days later, it was afternoon, and in a gazebo on Yangui Island, the stone table that had not been exposed by the scorching sun was still cool. branches.

Yang Qingyuan tied several dried small bamboo tubes together tightly with straw ropes, and then tied the straws one by one and stuffed them into the bottom of the bamboo tubes, and then began to screen the flowering branches, carefully inserting them into the bamboo tubes.

Sitting at the table, Wu Yan watched him carefully making flower arrangements.Yang Qingyuan sometimes picked up the scissors, trimmed the flower branches a little, and inserted them in the appropriate position, sometimes adjusted the height and used the branches as decorations, and it took half an hour to complete.

After quietly looking at it for a few moments, Wu Yan asked curiously, "Why do you need to add branches?"

Yang Qingyuan also explained generously: "The branches are dead and dry, and if they are inserted into the flower branches, the flowers will look more vibrant, don't you think?"

Wu Yan leaned closer to the table and took a look at the flower arrangement in the bamboo tube, then turned his head and said, "I don't understand this, but what you said seems to make sense. Instead, I am even more curious. Apart from practicing martial arts, Xiyu Terrace also teaches flower arrangement?"

Yang Qingyuan confessed: "It was my adoptive mother who liked to arrange flowers when she was alive. I often watched her play with these flowers when I was young."

Wu Yan knew it clearly, and said: "While the flowers are still bright, I'll ask someone to deliver them to my cousin."

Yang Qingyuan nodded lightly happily: "Well, this is the best."

After a while, the maid sent away the flower arrangement in the bamboo tube, and Wu Yan ordered another maid to clean the stone table, then led Yang Qingyuan slowly along the corridor, the scorching sun shone on their shoes and the hem of their robes, making the luster of the silk even more Luxurious and splendid.

After a moment of silence, Wu Yan suddenly said: "You are still trying to find Qingming, want to see him again?" Yang Qingyuan was taken aback when he heard this.Without waiting for him to answer, Wu Yan continued, "I saw that you wrote to Qing Ming."

Yang Qingyuan confessed: "I want to persuade him to give up on you and stop pestering you."

Wu Yan said: "I have already told him clearly, he should understand."

Yang Qingyuan said what was in his heart: "If he understands, he won't let me go with you on that day."

Wu Yan sighed softly, but opened his lips to blame himself: "I blamed me for agreeing to his promise too early. I didn't know that I would change my mind now. It is natural that he would not give up so easily, because the fault is my fault." .”

Yang Qingyuan stopped suddenly, took Wu Yan's hand, gently pulled him into his arms, hugged him lightly, and comforted him: "How can I blame you? My brother approached you for power, you promised him , but you also have the right to change your mind." After finishing speaking, the index finger slightly bent and slid across his cheek.

Wuyan grasped Yang Qingyuan's hand, looked into Yang Qingyuan's eyes calmly, then let go of his hand suddenly, his five fingers slowly penetrated into the gap between Yang Qingyuan's fingers, and then stuck the petals on it, Yang Qingyuan didn't refuse, and hung down slightly. Eyes, taking over his petals, gently covering each other and gradually sinking into a moist deep covering, the deeper the covering, the tighter the crossed hands hold.

Just when the two were indulging in intimacy, an unexpected figure slowly approached from the front, and an unexpected voice rang in their ears: "Wu Yan? You, you...?! "

The author says:

Do not give Cantonese-style mooncakes to the elderly over 70 years old. The digestive tract of the elderly is not very good, so it is more suitable for Soviet-style fresh meat mooncakes~