White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

◎No tea leaves◎

In the Jinling Pavilion of Qingluan City, Huang Yan had already read several books in just one hour. After reading the one in his hand, he felt that it was boring. He closed the book, left the Maitreya couch, and put the book back on the ancient shelf , Hearing the sudden sound of squatting, he couldn't help but look sideways at the screen.

In front of the screen, Ba Ci's voice came: "Da Qing, I haven't ordered you to boil hot water to make tea until now. This subordinate is worried that Da Qing is thirsty, so I came to ask."

Huang Yan opened his lips: "Since you are so caring, then it's up to you to burn a pot."

Ba Ci respectfully replied, "Here!"

Huang Yan said again: "It seems that there are not many tea leaves in the box."

Ba Ci asked, "Your Majesty wants me to get a new box?"

Huang Yan only replied: "Whoever wakes up the latest this morning, let him go to the teahouse."

Ba Ci took the order and said: "Yes! This subordinate will do it right away!" After turning around and leaving the ear room, he thought to himself: In Jinling Pavilion, the person who woke up the latest and came the latest today is clearly Da Qing...but Da Qing will definitely not If he can talk about himself, then he must be talking about us!Who among us got up the latest this morning?I'm not too sure about this, what should I do?

In the ear room, Huang Yan sat on the edge of Maitreya's couch again, muttering: "It's still raining, how can I plant these succulents? I can only wait for the rain to stop and see. I don't know when the rain will stop."

He leaned on the coffee table again, propping his head gently with one hand, lowering his eyes quietly, waiting boredly for the rain to stop, for the tea to be delivered, and even more for Zhu Yanfeng to come over from the Elder Pavilion.

In this quiet atmosphere, his thoughts involuntarily returned to his 14-year-old memories.At that time, on that day, the Huang family in Taoyegang sent someone to send a letter to Yingqing's monastery, to Yingqing

After Yingqing received the letter, he sat in the room where the fragrance was slowly rising, opened the envelope and read the letter, but only sighed lightly, without saying anything, then refolded the letter, stuffed it back into the envelope, and used a The booklet pressed the envelope on the coffee table and left the room.

This letter was about the changes in Huang's family. Yingqing was afraid that Huang Yan would be sad when he found out, so he deliberately concealed it. He came to a courtyard and saw 14-year-old Huang Yan practicing martial arts there. As if nothing had happened.

A few days later, Yingqing forgot that the letter was still under the book, and ordered his apprentices to clean the house. Huang Yan accidentally went into that room to clean it. After picking up the book, he saw the letter and picked it up. He took a look at the envelope, and after thinking about it, he took out the letter on his own initiative and took a look. When he saw the words on the paper, he was so surprised that he was stunned. He dropped the paper and the envelope, and tears welled up in his eyes. ran out.

The three brothers and Yingqing searched for him for almost a whole day, but they couldn't find him. Before dusk, it started to rain heavily. Only Zhu Yanfeng held an umbrella and braved the heavy rain to continue looking for him.

Hard work paid off, Zhu Yanfeng found Huang Yan under a tree. Although the tree was very tall, it was almost bare, with sparse branches and leaves. Standing there, Huang Yan was already drenched by the rain, but he was just dull. I just stood there motionless, not caring about the rain at all.

Zhu Yanfeng still held up an umbrella to cover his head from the rain, and opened his lips to persuade: "Everyone is looking for you, follow me back."

Huang Yan didn't listen, and didn't move his feet. Zhu Yanfeng gently tugged his wrist, but he still refused to move.Zhu Yanfeng asked him distressed: "What happened? You have to treat yourself like this."

Huang Yan clenched his fists when he heard this, opened his lips, tears flowed out of his eyes, and replied tremblingly: "My mother... died of illness..."

Zhu Yanfeng was stunned for a moment, then asked again: "How do you know?"

Huang Yan just pressed his lips tightly, without answering or explaining a word.Zhu Yanfeng didn't make things difficult for him, but just hugged him into his arms with one hand, so as to comfort him, one hand was not enough, so he simply threw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, hugged him with two hands, and let him sit on his own Weeping with joy in his arms.

The next day, Zhu Yanfeng personally discussed with Yingqing, and then took Huang Yan back to the Huang family's mansion in Taoyegang, so that he could worship in front of the grave of his birth mother, Tiansheng, before the first seven days.

Zhu Yanfeng accompanied Huang Yan back to Huang's mansion. His biological father brought a Guqin, which was a relic of the Heavenly Sage, and gave it to Huang Yan to take it back to the monastery. Seeing the Guqin is like seeing his biological mother.

Huang Yan held the guqin for a while, stroked the strings lightly, and then put it into the piano case. Zhu Yanfeng carried the piano case for him. On the way back to the monastery, he made him laugh, blew leaves for him, and Teach him to blow leaves.

That was his very sad day, but also his very happy day, which made him never want to forget this past.Suddenly, the sound of squatting came from in front of the screen again, and after it stopped, it was Baci's voice again, which interrupted his memory.

Ba Ci said respectfully: "Your Majesty, the hot water is ready, and the tea has also been brought."

Huang Yan calmed down and replied, "Send it in."

It was only then that Ba Ci dared to go around the screen, went to Maitreya's couch, made tea for Huang Yan respectfully, and was careful not to make any mistakes in front of him.

At this time, in the gentry mansion in Article 27, the scenery outside the main gate is still the same as usual, without any change, but on this day, there are a few more policemen with knives on both sides of the gate, a long red and white The tape went around the walls and pillars in front of the main gate, and tightly sealed off the murder scene.

Qingluan City Jinling Pavilion's expatriate - Zhu Yunzhan came with a few Jinling Pavilion boys on fast horses, jumped off the horses, sneaked in from under the blockade belt, came to the main gate of the mansion, and interacted with the policemen. He cupped his hands to express his greetings, and immediately ran into the house.

As soon as you enter this mansion, the scenery in front of you is very different from that outside the door. Outside the door, the world is still peaceful and peaceful, but from the courtyard, it is the scene of the cold Fengdu hell, bluestone slabs, pillars, stairs, corridors, etc. Inside the road, the floor, doors, windows, and curtains of the house were stained with a large amount of shocking blood, and the corpse covered with white cloth was still lying beside the blood, and the stench of blood filled the whole house.

There was a broken bonsai on the floor of the house, the flower pot was split into more than twenty pieces, the flowers and trees were separated from the soil, some blood splashed on the flowers and trees and the soil, and the corner of a square table was covered with deep blood stains, several A kitchen knife was buried on the body of the corpse, and some teacups and porcelain were also broken on the ground.

Zhu Yunzhan avoided the bloodstains, inspected the situation in every room and every place, and told the companions who followed behind him with charcoal pencils and paper: "Write down the scene of the crime carefully, and you can draw pictures." I have to draw it down and submit it to the Minister at that time."

As soon as the words fell, a policeman stepped forward and bowed to Zhu Yunzhan.Zhu Yunzhan asked, "How many people died in total?"

The policeman replied: "There were 12 victims in total."

Zhu Yunzhan asked again: "How many witnesses are there? What did they say?"

The police officer replied: "There are 18 witnesses in total. According to witnesses, the murderer is the third son of this family. He has not yet married and established a business. He has just graduated from an academy."

Zhu Yunzhan asked again: "Before the murderer killed someone, was he sick?"

The police officer replied: "According to eyewitnesses, the murderer had a stomachache, a high fever, and vomited everything he ate half a month ago."

Zhu Yunzhan continued to ask: "Have you invited a doctor to treat you? Which doctor is it?"

The arrester quickly thought about it, and replied: "It seems that he invited the water doctor from the medical center on the bank of the Bilong River."

Zhu Yunzhan then bowed his hands to the arrester: "Thanks for your hard work. Please leave me a copy of the detailed report after the autopsy is done." Looking back at his companion, he saw that he was writing the conversation just now After recording everything, he turned around and walked outside, telling his companions as he walked: "Go to that medical clinic first to meet Shui Langzhong."

At noon, the public kiosks in Qinyang City were filled with new notices, offering rewards for witnesses who knew the murderer's escape.As soon as the arrester who posted the notice left, the public booth was immediately surrounded by the people into a tight scene.

In the afternoon, Yang Qingyuan left the No. 15 rudder, strolled in Fangshi, and happened to pass by the public pavilion. Seeing the crowds of people there, he went to join in the fun out of curiosity. After seeing the notice, he didn’t intend to take it off, and turned He walked away, muttering as he walked: "Five taels of silver is indeed enough for ordinary people, but for me, it is too little. For such a small reward of silver, please forgive me for being helpless. The chance of revealing the list and getting the money is still high." Leave it to someone else."

Xue Muhua announced at the No.15 branch that he would stay for a few days, which made Yang Qingyuan very unhappy. It was not just that he hated Xue Muhua's unreasonable thoughts, but also that Xue Muhua tortured Yang Qing in every possible way after he was called a child prostitute.

He still remembers that when he was 14 years old, he secretly hid in the dark and witnessed how this man tortured Yang Qingming's body on the bed, leaving Yang Qingming covered in bruises, and the devil-like behavior when he tortured Yang Qingming He still hasn't forgotten the look on his face.Yang Qingyuan also deeply loathed Xue Muhua for all kinds of things in the past, so disgusted that he felt like vomiting when he mentioned this name.

Xiyutai's industries in various places include pawnshops, iron and sword shops, escort bureaus, cabinet workshops and Yanliu, which is a veritable combination of black and white. No.15 sub-rudder runs five iron shops, eight pawnshops, thirteen escort agencies, nine cabinet shops, and ten smoke willows in Qinyang City. The owner of these industries is the incense master, and the hall master is only in charge of occasional inspection.

The fourteen hall masters draw lots each time to determine the scope of the industry to inspect, and this time Yang Qingyuan got the Escort Bureau.However, this time he was not in a good mood. In order to ease his mood, he first went to a tea house to drink tea and listen to the performers singing the drums.

He was walking on a street, and there were not many people coming and going beside him. He walked briskly, quickly crossed a long street, and turned a corner into a big bodyguard agency with its main door open. On the street, a young man flashed by on a fast horse and went straight to the mansion where the murder occurred.

The young man was wearing a black round-neck gown with Qingluan pattern, the round collar was unbuttoned and turned into a lapel, the waist plate of Jinling Pavilion of Qingluan City was hung on his waist, and a small bag was carried on his shoulder. When he arrived at the gate of the mansion, he happened to meet the policeman. After talking for a few words, he hurried to Bilongjiang.

On the long, somewhat cold street by the river bank, several men who also wore round collar robes led their horses and moved slowly. Among them, only the man walking in the front was wearing a frost white round collar robe. , the young man on horseback chased after him, and shouted at the man in the frosty white round collar, "Yunzhan!"

Zhu Yunzhan immediately turned his head, and the horse immediately stopped by his side. He glanced at the comer, recognized it immediately, and blurted out: "Ziyin? Long time no see, why did you leave Qingluan City and come here? coming?"

Fan Ziyin jumped off the horse lightly, and stood in front of Zhu Yunzhan, ignoring greetings to the other companions, and only replied: "It's Daqing's order!"

Zhu Yunzhan guessed that it was a business matter as soon as he heard it, and hurriedly asked: "What orders does Your Majesty have?"

Without saying a word, Fan Ziyin took off his bag, took out a thick letter from the bag, and handed it over.

Zhu Yunzhan took the letter, guessing that it was related to this case, quickly put it in the small cloth bag hanging beside the saddle, then raised his hand and patted Fan Ziyin on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "We haven't seen each other for a long time, You don't want to go back to Qingluan City, just drink and reminisce with us brothers!"

Fan Ziyin immediately agreed, "Okay! But I'm not familiar with Qinyang City, so I can only rely on you brothers to lead the way!"

Zhu Yunzhan replied: "We also just arrived this morning, and we don't know which restaurant is the best, so we can only ask people as we walk."

After the words fell, the Jinling Pavilion boys led the horses and walked forward, chatting while walking.

In Xiyutai No.15 sub-helm, a figure passed through the quiet small courtyard, climbed the stairs, passed through the corridor on the second floor, and stopped in front of the door of the bedroom. This person is the head of Xiyutai -Xue Muhua, and the bedroom in front of him is not his bedroom, but Yang Qingyuan's.

Knowing that Yang Qingyuan was out on business, Xue Muhua came here, used the spare key to unlock the copper lock, pushed open the door, walked into this room as if walking into his own bedroom, and walked leisurely in the room like walking on the street. He circled around, looked at it, touched the wide-sleeved shirt hanging on the clothes rack and took a sniff at the tip of his nose.

The faint fragrance of magnolia permeated the nose, throat and lungs, Xue Muhua's face was still as cold as ice, he loosened a corner of his shirt, he only let out a mocking chuckle, and murmured: "Sure enough, my younger brother is the same as my elder brother, both use the same disgusting incense."

Immediately Xue Muhua passed by the tent, walked out of the inner room, walked to an ancient shelf, looked down and saw a painting scroll in a vase, took it out, and slowly unfolded it to have a look.On this drawing paper, there is a beautiful young man, the tear mole on the eyelid just below the left eye is very obvious, the eyes are full of spring and watery, and he is dressed in a white dress with plum pattern and a light apricot gauze shirt, without any fireworks , holding a small white cat with black spots in his arms.

Xue Muhua has never seen the person in the painting before in his life, but at that moment he suddenly recalled that he had seen a portrait in Yang Qingming's dormitory a few years ago. The young man looked quite alike, Xue Muhua couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, hatred flashed across his pupils, and his eyes immediately became sharp.

He sneered and murmured: "These twin brothers are really interesting! Back then, my elder brother dared to oppose me because of the person in the painting! How dare I rebel against me! As my child molester, how dare I get entangled with others Unexpectedly, even my younger brother fell in love with the person in this painting! Did the confinement and torture of this seat make you yearn for love? Hahaha! How much magic power does the Murong family have, so deeply attracted You twin brothers? I will not let you live a happy life! I will not let you love someone as you like!"

The words were spoken so easily, but the teeth were rattling with hatred, Xue Muhua rolled up the portrait, put it into the vase, then stepped out of Yang Qingyuan's bedroom, closed the door, locked it with a copper lock, and turned around Just go, cover up the signs of coming.

The author says:

Guifang is the place where you buy and leave your hands, and Yanliu is the place in the old Bada Hutong.