Jiang Qing

As night fell, a few stars danced on the cornices of Lanwei Pavilion.

There was no hearty laughter from Boss Lin in the front hall tonight, and even the crowd of diners felt a little lonely.

Still wearing the thin clothes at noon, Lin Ruwei had been standing on the pavilion for a long time.

As the sun set to the west, the sun withdrew its last bit of light, and the lanterns were lit on the long street one after another, continuing that bit of light, as if as far as the eye could see in the city, the streets and alleys were bright day and night, and there was no dark corner.

"Your Majesty is still relieved and allowed to dig the pavilion. After tonight, they can return home one by one."

When Lin Ruwei realized it, Mei Shao had already walked by her side, and he showed a rare bit of tender concern: "You...are you okay."

Lin Ruwei, who always had a sweet smile, had a trace of melancholy on her brows, her eyes drifted far away, but she didn't settle down, and said softly, "If it wasn't for the owner, I would be a dead bone in that coffin right now. A deal on the roster, and I'm doing too well compared to them."

She thought of the night a few years ago when she was full of joy and thought she was going to marry her beloved. She took a bridal sedan chair with flowers and red makeup, but after leaving the city, the happy marriage turned into a ghost marriage.

She couldn't believe that her father sold herself to a ghost market because she owed gambling debts outside. She was even more surprised that it was her younger brother who nailed herself in the coffin with a thick nail and mercilessly.

Severe pain flowed into the whole body along the limbs and bones. I was pressed heavily next to the male corpse in the coffin. The rotting corpse was lying beside me. The strange smell mixed with the smell of blood could not match the fear in my heart.

Under the Buddha statue protecting the world, she cried and struggled, but no one heard her.

Pressing her chest, Lin Ruwei took a deep breath, even though the wound had already healed after several years, it still hurts today.

"Although I rescued you by chance back then, I couldn't stay in Pingdu for long, and I couldn't find out the murderer. This time, you caught the person behind the scenes because of your efforts behind the scenes." Mei Shao glanced at the pile of people in the corner. The bride price was from Chen Man's family.

"After this rumor has passed, let's deal with them quietly. It's really unlucky to put them in your Lanwei Pavilion." Mei Shao said coldly.

these years.Lin Ruwei never gave up on looking for the forces behind the dark marriage. She didn't catch any trace until Mei Shao returned to the capital.

Years ago, Lu Yan from Uncle Qinyuan's family disappeared during the Lantern Festival. In addition to the people appointed by His Majesty to search for her, her boudoir friend Jing and the eldest princess were also searching secretly. Just two months ago, Lu Yan appeared in a pawn shop in Pingdu. Zhao Jinghe got the news and bought a pair of earrings for Yan Yan, but he failed to track down any traces.

Seeing officers and soldiers is like a mouse seeing a cat. Who dares to tell the truth? Lin Ruwei asked someone to dig something out of the owner of the pawn shop. It was determined that the person who sold Lu Yan's jewelry was the daughter of a wealthy family in Chenjiazhuang. , Chen Qiyun.

After several investigations, Lin Ruwei discovered that she had stolen and sold the jewelry in order to elope with her lover, Yan Changsi, the son of Jingzhao Fuyin.But how could Yan Changsi abandon his family business for an ordinary woman, and he promised nicely, but he didn't come at all on the night of his elopement, so Chen Qiyun was arrested by his father and beaten to death.

When Chen Qiyun was heartbroken, Lin Ruwei arranged for Xiao Tan to talk to her about the name of Jianjian Villa vaguely, and told her that if there was any injustice, she could go to the owner of the village and ask for revenge.

At first, she just listened to it as the stories of Jianghu in the storybook, to explain her miserable state of mind after being abandoned.

However, following Lin Ruwei's plan and the chance meeting with Chen Ping, she gradually discovered that something was wrong with her father and brother.Father ran to Uncle Zhou's place every three days, and elder brother also stayed in Lanwei Pavilion all day long.

Even though she had some doubts in her heart, Chen Qiyun relied on Fan Hongxin's handle. Even without the support of Yan Changsi, the business of her own family would not hit her, until her father brought a man back one day to fight with her. face to face.

The man had a white face and no beard, and when he entered the room, he looked straight at her with his eyes, his voice was pinched and he smiled, and he said three "good" words in a row, and even his father laughed heartily.

Chen Qiyun's face turned green and white in an instant, this look was also seen on Fan Hongxin's face when she tricked Lu Yan out to enjoy the lanterns.

This is a complacent and contented expression, very much like an elder looking after his nephew for his nephew, but there is an inexplicably more cruelty and compassion.

As if looking at a mortal person.

Chen Qiyun's heart trembled accordingly, the appearance of Lu Yan being nailed in the coffin was obviously blurred by a year's time, but at this moment, it suddenly rolled up.

Under Dahong's happy clothes, there was a shrill cry. Lu Yan was held down tightly, and the dagger cut through her palm, dripping into the wine bowl, mixed with the black blood of the dead body, and then poured into her throat. middle.

Drinking this blood wine, yin and yang are not separated.

Her howling sound gradually became deeper, and the red thread stained with chicken blood was densely crawling around her lips, stitch by stitch, until the cry was fragmented and submerged in her throat again.

The thick nails pierced through the flesh dully, and the sound of piercing through the coffin sounded bluntly - thump, thump, which caused the crows on the barren trees in the ruined temple to scramble for harmony.

Chen Qiyun was listening from a distance at the gate of the ruined temple, and there was something flickering among the weeds, which was the earring that Lu Yan dropped while struggling.

The rubies on a pair of earrings lay in the weeds and stared at her, like Lu Yan's last look at her, quietly watching her with resentment and pain.

Chen Qiyun witnessed Lu Yan's death without fear and panic, but when she learned that she was married as an abandoned son, she felt the same as Lu Yan. She felt as if she was possessed by Lu Yan at this moment, and she tasted the deep-seated despair. and helpless struggle.

She fell to the ground, leaned over and began to cry, until what Xiaotan said flashed across her mind.

Burial Sword Villa!Only Burial Sword Villa can save herself, if she wants to survive, she must survive!

She has a secret, she knows that her father is a businessman in the ghost market, and she knows about the unclean past of Fan Hongxin, Minister of the Ministry of War.

These are enough for her to obtain a ghost sword, and kill all the people who want to kill her. Only she can live, and only she is worthy of living!

Chen Qiyun's wet tears were still hanging on her face, but a smile crept up the corner of her mouth.

Her already few feelings of guilt disappeared even more. It was because Lu Yan was not smart enough to listen to her, and it was because she was cowardly and deceitful, and she couldn't escape such a fate. Only then can we perfect ourselves.

Crowds of torches illuminate a wasteland on the outskirts.

Places that are usually inaccessible are now surrounded by officers and soldiers airtightly.

Zhao Jinghe, who had been standing for an hour, was motionless, and the look in his eyes was indistinguishable.

Seeing that the excavated soil has been piled up into a small hill, Mei Shao knew that she had been delayed in Lanwei Pavilion for a long time.

"I checked it for you. It was Ling Che's letter that changed His Majesty's mind and allowed the coffin to be opened."

Only three days after Ling Che returned to Jinxi, Wu Ce died of illness.Afterwards, Wu Ce's letter to pass the title to Ling Che followed Ling Che, the new Marquis of Jinxi, to ask for peace, and rushed to Zhao Zhen's desk.

In the excerpt, the heavy ink at the end of "Ask the eldest princess is well" silently answered Zhao Jinghe's questioning on their wedding night.

He is willing to support any decision she makes with the backing of Jinxi's troops.

Zhao Jinghe's expression finally loosened slightly following Mei Shao's words, but he didn't mention Ling Che in the slightest: "I haven't had time to congratulate you on being the Minister of the Ministry of War."

Mei Shao's eyes drifted to the exposed coffin in the ground, Fan Hongxin really cared about his dead son, even the coffin was the best.

"I remember that Chen Qiyun's letter to Mrs. Qinyuan didn't include a pair of earrings."

It was Mei Shao who personally went to the desolate temple to end the Chen family and set up a net to cover Fan Hongxin, so naturally she had read the letters she wrote.

"I put it in." Zhao Jinghe stared at the coffin being dragged up, his face darkened, "King Jing..."

She paused, and changed her words with a wry smile: "It was the sinful minister Zhao Jue who used the pretense of kidnapping the current Empress Bai Zijin to threaten His Majesty with her jewelry when he sent troops to Pingdu. Only by reminding His Majesty of his powerlessness back then will he feel a little bit of compassion for Lu Yan, who is also in deep trouble. His Majesty's heart has always been only towards those he cares about."

"I didn't expect His Majesty to be a lover." Mei Shao sneered, "Fan Hongxin is also a lover. In the past, he was affectionate with Mrs. He and had a son, Fan Chengzhang. Later, in order to marry the daughter of Yan's family, Mrs. He was violent. Dead, Yan Rong became his successor as a matter of course, and he is still affectionate. It can be seen that the love that is hanging on the lips is the most unreliable."

Regardless of Mei Shao's mocking of His Majesty, Zhao Jinghe asked, "Is there still nothing found at the other end of the ghost city?"

"It's like seeing a ghost. It disappeared completely overnight. I only caught some small vendors selling red candles and paper money. People, there is nothing suspicious. Wei Pengju is also eager to do meritorious service, and he wants to arrest those people to take the blame, so I let them go privately."

Zhao Jinghe's eyes turned, fell on Mei Shao's face, lingered for a while, and then said: "Has anyone ever told you that your biggest shortcoming is soft-heartedness. To put it nicely, it's chivalrous, but to put it badly It's cowardly. Even after going through this, you still look like the fool you were back then."

"It looks tough on the outside, but soft on the inside." Zhao Jinghe chuckled, "You can't beat Bai Bingchen like this."

Mei Shao didn't care about her words at all: "Irrelevant people should not bear irrelevant responsibilities. Even if I am extremely unfortunate, I can't put the resentment in my heart on outsiders. I have always been clear about who I want to deal with and who should be cruel Even if I am a lunatic who turns everything upside down, I don't want to be a lunatic who grabs and bites at will. I am not Chen Qiyun, and I will not be a loser."

Zhao Jinghe looked at his profile and didn't answer.After years of hard work, the brilliance in his eyes still cannot be erased. Standing here, he looks as handsome as before, without any loss of his former strength.

How many people have been full of passion and pride, but they have been soaked in the darkness for a long time, and they have become one with the darkness, and they are indistinguishable.

His publicity and brightness are only deeply hidden in the bottom of his heart, but he has never lost it for a moment.

"Open the coffin!"

The heavy coffin fell with the call signs of the officers and soldiers, revealing the two rotten corpses inside.

There are so many bones that it is impossible to tell Yi Ren's old appearance at all.

Zhao Jinghe held back his grief, covered his mouth and approached the coffin, only to see deep, bloody nail prints on one side of the coffin, which were Lu Yan's silent and painful sobs and cries.

Watching her being separated from the joint tomb and covered under the white cloth beside her, Zhao Jinghe still felt that an invisible thread was pulling Lu Yan and the nameless corpse buried deep in the ground. , dragging them to the endless hell.

The east is white, and the sun rises slowly.The whole flat is still sleeping peacefully, and no one is listening to their screaming "do not want" when they are exposed to the light of day.

It's just that after the sky broke, the streets were crowded with people and the noise was as usual.Another fine day in Pingdu, as good as ever.