[Seven Five] Sword Que Merry

In the end she was subdued, Lin felt overwhelmed, and panted coldly.

"In the future, if you dare to be so indifferent to your sister again, I will deal with you carefully!"

Mu Ci turned his head to look away, his face still expressionless.

It's rare to see her so calm, Lin was puzzled for a moment, then got angry for a while, and said in a deep voice: "This girl, I want to kick her out."

Hearing the words, Mu Ci finally raised his head and said firmly, "No!"

"No? Are you in charge here?"

"She is my girl, so of course I have the final say." Mu Ci met her gaze, "What's more, she didn't make a mistake, why did she have to be kicked out?"

Lin glared at her and said: "She stole things, her hands and feet are so dirty, and she said she didn't make a mistake?"

"I said, I asked her to take the things." Mu Ci said calmly, "Why don't you drive me away too."

"You!" Lin narrowed her eyes, "Are you threatening me?"

"Miss..." Qiao'er hastily tugged at the hem of her clothes, signaling her not to confront Madam head-on.

"I didn't threaten you, I just told the truth, you didn't want to see me at first, did you?"

Lin reminded: "What a big tone, don't forget that I am your mother!"

Mu Ci looked at her lightly: "You are not."

She opened her eyes slightly, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she raised her hand to hit him again.

"Mrs. Lin."

Although he knew that this matter had nothing to do with him, Zhan Zhao turned around and walked in, cupped his fists and said respectfully, "If you want to investigate this thief who stole things, Zhan can help."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Mu Qing looked away nervously.

"Master Zhan?" She didn't expect him to stand up at this time, Lin was a little surprised, turned her head to look at Mu Ci, and withdrew her hand unwillingly, "This is a family matter of my Mu family, so don't ask Master Zhan to take action."

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly, his eyes were gentle and persistent, "Why should Madam hurt the harmony of the whole family for a small matter? If there is a big trouble, let Mr. Mu know, I'm afraid it won't be good."

As an outsider, he would intervene and manage so leniently, although Lin felt dissatisfied, but the words had come to this point, he had to sell him a little bit.

"Master Zhan's words are justified." She looked at Mu Ci fiercely, "Anyway, the future will be long, so don't rush this moment."

Hearing what she said, Zhan Zhao realized that he seemed to have made things even more troublesome. In the past, he had never meddled in such a situation. Just now, for some reason, he unconsciously wanted to say a few words to her...

He looked at Mu Ci with a little guilt, but the latter turned his head in embarrassment and covered his cheek with his hand.

Her skin was fair, and after this slap, her redness was particularly obvious.

After the crowd dispersed, Zhan Zhao grabbed Qiaoer and put a small bottle of plaster in her hand.

"this is……"

"Your lady used it last time." Zhan Zhao smiled softly, "It can also promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis."

Qiaoer realized after a while, and quickly bowed: "Thank you Master Zhan!"

"You're welcome, go take care of your young lady."

"Ok!"

On the way back, she opened the bottle and found it was brand new and unused.

"I didn't expect Mr. Zhan to be so kind to Miss..." Qiao'er muttered to herself, "Miss is really blessed."

Tired for a day, Mu Ci sat in front of the dowry and gently stroked her cheek. There was still a red mark where Lin had slapped her. Her fingers gradually clenched into fists...

"Miss……"

Qiaoer filled the hot water, and walked to her side with tears in her eyes, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, and I made Miss feel wronged."

Mu Ci shook his head, "I don't blame you, even without you, they would try to find other reasons to torment, anyway, it's not a matter of a day or two."

"But the second miss is also the master's daughter after all, the madam and the eldest miss bully us like this..."

She has been following Mu Ci for three years, and she has suffered countless times, and she has never swallowed her anger like this, but the eldest lady is not only ungrateful, but even worse.

Half a year ago, it was said that she had slipped and fell into the water, and the discerning people in the family knew who did it. Human life is at stake, but there is no one who has the courage to save her!

Miss Rare is much tougher than before when she wakes up, but no matter what, she can't beat Lin's mother and daughter.

Qiaoer suddenly gritted her teeth:

"This justice, one day I will get it back for Miss!"

"You?" Mu Ci turned his head from the front of the bronze mirror, "Forget it... don't do anything stupid."

She dipped a veil in water and carefully wiped the wound, "Don't look at them now, the retribution will come sooner or later."

"Retribution? We have to wait for retribution, the day lily is cold!" Qiao'er stood up angrily, "Miss is just begging for perfection like this, that's why she has been bullied by them all the time!"

Seeing that she was so excited and seemed to be more uncomfortable than himself, Mu Ci couldn't help but smile: "What are you afraid of? readily."

Qiao'er was confused by what she said.

"Miss... what do you mean?"

"It's nothing." Mu Ci lowered his head and took out a small bag of money from the drawer, and changed the subject without any trace, "You take this."

"So much money?!" With a heavy hand in her hand, she panicked, "Miss, you..."

"Didn't you say your mother was seriously ill a while ago?" Mu Ci took off the jewelry facing the bronze mirror, "Use this for the time being."

"How can I take money from Miss!"

"You can't even accept my money, so who else can you accept?" Mu Ci turned around and said with a smile, "Take it, it's important to heal your mother."

Holding the purse, she was stunned for a long time, and burst into tears with a "wow".

"……why are you crying……"

"I..." Qiao'er rubbed her eyes and sobbed, "I'm so moved."

Mu Ci stretched out his hand to stroke her head, and said with a smile, "Silly girl."

As night fell, the north wind blew more and more violently. When everyone was asleep, Mu Ci lifted the quilt and walked lightly into the yard.

It was cold and gloomy outside, without moonlight, a wind eater was squatting in the courtyard, drinking the air with its head up and mouth open, she tightened her clothes and rubbed her hands and walked forward to talk.

"Excuse me……"

The wind eater still had his mouth open, as if he didn't see her.

"Sorry for interrupting." Mu Ci walked up to him, and at this moment the other party turned his head, half surprised and half puzzled:

"Are you talking to me?"

"Hmm... do you know Shiyin?"

The wind eater stared at her suspiciously, shook his head and said:

"do not know."

"It's the one who has lived for thousands of years, has a bad temper, and often wears a wide-sleeved robe..."

It repeated: "I don't know."

There are people who don't know him.

Mu Ci did not give up: "Do you really not know each other? Have you ever been to Huangquan?"

"Human Domain, where is it?" The other party scratched the base of his ear, "I haven't been there."

Unexpectedly, there was such an ignorant and ignorant wild ghost, and she was at a loss for words.

"Is there anything else?"

Mu Ci could only sigh softly: "No more."

"Then I'll continue eating." It turned around joyfully, opened its mouth wide against the wind, and enjoyed it all over its face.

Mu Ci looked at him in disappointment, then walked back helplessly.

She can't go down this place anymore, but how to leave now...

Time tone.

She raised her head and looked up at the sky.

I don't know where he is now.

One day before Shangyuan, Zhan Zhao returned to Kaifeng Mansion to return the two case books that he had read to Gongsun Ce, just as he was discussing with Bao Zheng about the Song Xia Collaboration.

"Thank you sir for borrowing."

"You're welcome, it's just a small matter."

Bao Zheng also raised his head and asked him: "Guard Zhan, how is the situation at the Minister's Mansion?"

Zhan Zhao respectfully replied, "Nothing unusual."

"That's good. After the Shangyuan tomorrow, you can withdraw half of the people. Mu Shilang must be relieved."

"Yes."

"You've worked so hard this time."

After exchanging pleasantries with each other, Zhan Zhao knew that the two of them still had things to do, so he said goodbye and left the study.

Bao Zheng casually flipped through the two booklets he left behind, "Huh? How long ago was this case..."

"That's right." Gongsun Ce tidied up the books on the table for him, and said casually, "It's strange to say that Zhan Weiwei has been investigating the old case from 50 years ago, and I don't know why."

"There are many people involved in the rebellion of King Wei." Bao Zheng sighed softly, "There are even people who have righteously killed their relatives."

"Fatherly killing relatives?" Gongsun Ce stood up the book and stomped it twice.

"Well, it is said that there was a pair of twins who were officials in the same dynasty in the court. Before Wei Wang's accident, one of them wrote a secret letter to expose his elder brother to the late emperor."

"Is it for self-protection?" Gongsun Ce doubted.

"Who knows..." Bao Zheng shook his head and smiled bitterly, "After all, 50 years have passed, and there is no way to verify it."

During this period of time, he was busy with business and rarely went back to his residence. Zhan Zhao opened the door and went in. He drank a couple of sips of the cold tea on the table. Before the chair was warmed up, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing from the back of his head, as if something had blown him .

He raised his eyes suddenly, and quickly clamped the hidden weapon with two fingers.

"Zhan Zhao!" Someone kicked the door open and walked in through gritted teeth, "You're finally back! Fifth Lord, I've been waiting for you here for three days and three nights!"

A white shadow flashed in front of him like a ghost, the visitor had flowing blue hair, and a pair of peach blossom eyes were full of anger.

"Brother Bai?" Zhan Zhao put down his teacup. "Why are you free to come here?"

Speaking of which, the two of them haven't seen each other for almost a year.

"You still have the guts to ask me?!" Bai Yutang patted the table several times, pointed at the tip of his nose and asked, "I haven't asked you yet! It's fine if you quit the arena. What does it mean to be a lackey of the court? What do you think?" Are you crazy about money?"

Zhan Zhao took a step back calmly, brushed his fingers away, and corrected him: "Master Bao is not a running dog of the imperial court, and neither am I."

"But if you are an official, being an official is not a good thing!"

"Brother Bai can't kill everyone with a stick."

"Am I not right?" Bai Yutang's tone suddenly sank, "Did you forget how Nian Yi died in the first place?"

Suddenly, Zhan Zhao's expression froze, and his eyes cast a chill: "Of course I know how she died!"

"Then you're still working for the court?!" Bai Yutang sneered, "If Nian Yi had knowledge under the spring, he would be able to recover from his anger."

It would be great if it could be revived.

"You won't understand if you tell me." Not wanting to argue with him, Zhan Zhao picked up his sword and walked out, "I still want to patrol the streets."

"Stop, do you want to run?" Bai Yutang pressed his shoulders, "I haven't finished talking yet!"

He simply went around in front of him, "It's all right if you want to be an official, but you dare to call yourself... what a 'royal cat'! You're clearly trying to challenge me!"

Speaking of this, Zhan Zhao couldn't help but sigh.

"This is a title given by the Holy Spirit, and it has nothing to do with me."

"Don't use that emperor to overwhelm me." Bai Yutang immediately drew his sword and took it out of its sheath, "Everyone in the martial arts world knows that I am trapped in the Five Rats of the Sky Island, and you still use this title, isn't it just a provocation?"

He was helpless: "Fifth brother, don't think that everyone has the leisure and skill like you, and tries to provoke others."

"Stop talking nonsense, let's see the truth under the sword!"

It is Bai Yutang's usual style to say nothing speculatively and take action. Knowing that he is like Zhan Zhao, he is too lazy to dodge it, so he simply had a good fight with him. Pushing out his palm, Zhan Zhao hurriedly turned sideways, and the long sword flew straight behind his face, sticking to his face.

Unexpectedly, there was a yamen servant serving tea passing by behind him.

"Oops!"

Bai Yutang secretly thought it was wrong, but seeing the yamen servant hurriedly dodging to the side, he managed to avoid the sword.

After a loud noise, the Huaying Sword sank deeply into the wall and trembled in the air.

Both Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang heaved a sigh of relief, as if they felt that this situation was very familiar, they stayed silent for a long time before they looked at each other and laughed.

"Go!" Bai Yutang patted his shoulder, "Go drink!"

On the day of Shangyuan, the lanterns were like mountains and seas, because it was an annual festival, and the guards in Mu's mansion also took shifts, and most of them went out to watch the lights at night.

There are foreign envoys coming to worship, and the Holy Majesty will give a banquet, Bao Zheng should be busy until late at night before returning home, even though he was worried last time, Bao Qingcheng still took Zhan Zhao to the street to enjoy the lanterns.

The streets are full of thaumaturgy and supernatural powers, singing and dancing, swallowing iron swords, spitting five-color water, and spinning clay balls.

"I'm so hungry, Brother Zhan, look over there—" Bao Qingcheng dragged Zhan Zhao to eat Yuanxiao, but the latter remained silent, so she had to drag him.

Before he reached the stall, he saw an acquaintance walking towards him, and Bao Qingcheng rolled his eyes.

"Oh, it's a small word."

She pushed aside the crowd, held Mu Ci with one hand and smiled, "Are you going to the lantern festival too?"

Mu Ci lowered his eyes and hummed absently.

"one person?"

"Ah."

Mu Qing didn't get along with her, so naturally they wouldn't come out together, she didn't have many friends when she first arrived in the capital, and there was no one to meet up with to enjoy the lantern except for a girl.

Bao Qingcheng originally wanted to ask her to play with her, but it was rare for Zhan Zhao to be idle and he didn't want to miss it.

"Then...then you have fun, there are shadow puppets over there, which is very interesting."

Mu Ci nodded, glanced at Zhan Zhao intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "Okay."

"Miss Mu." He said softly, as if reminding her kindly, "Go home early, don't stay out too late."

Hearing these words, she felt mixed feelings in her heart, and after a long time, Mu Ci bit her lips and nodded.

"Master Zhan is too..." She looked at Bao Qingcheng, smiled shyly, "I won't bother you."

After she left for a long time, Zhan Zhao tilted his head to think about something, Bao Qingcheng tilted his head to look at him, but didn't dare to interrupt, and asked after a while.

"Brother Zhan, let's go eat, shall we?"

Zhan Zhao suddenly looked at her apologetically: "Go by yourself, I have to go to a place first."

"Where?"

Near the outskirts of Kaifeng, jujube trees are planted all around, and the growth is very good. Although it has not entered spring, many branches have come out. Under the tree is a short grave, which is very clean and there are almost no weeds.

The soft light in the distance shone faintly on the tombstone. Zhan Zhao stretched out his hand to caress the inscription, squatted down slowly, and put stacks of yellow paper into the brazier amidst the tongues of flames that were constantly devouring.

Bao Qingcheng had a panoramic view of his expression, it seemed that he had never seen such a sad expression on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a bit of sadness at this moment.

What kind of person should be sleeping under the loess?

What happened to them before...

"Brother Zhan...'s wife, does she treat you very well?" She pretended not to care and lowered her head to put down the paper money.

"Yeah." Zhan Zhao said calmly, "Very good."

"Is she pretty?"

"do not know."

do not know?

Bao Qingcheng sounded strange, wanted to ask but couldn't ask.

"I've already..." He could hear a long sigh, "I almost can't remember what she looks like."

Zhan Zhao raised his head, as if he couldn’t even figure it out, obviously it’s only been four years, why he still can’t remember her face, sometimes when he wants to remember, her figure just pops up in his mind, nothing else can't see anything...

"Haven't you ever thought of taking a portrait of her?"

"I didn't think about it at the time, but I forgot about it later." He threw the last paper money in his hand into the brazier, watched the flames rise up, and quickly swallowed it.

"Is this enough to burn?" Bao Qingcheng asked concerned, "Isn't it too little? Why don't you buy some more."

"No need, it's useless to burn it." Zhan Zhao stood up and gave her a hand as well.

"Why?" He missed her so much, it stands to reason that he wouldn't even be reluctant to spend the money on this little yellow paper.

Zhan Zhao walked back while explaining: "She doesn't have any bones, it's just a tomb of clothing. Besides... even if the paper money is burned, she still won't get any money."

"No bones?!" Bao Qingcheng was stunned, and hurried to catch up with him, "So you didn't find her body? Then maybe she's still alive?"

He shook his head and sighed, but smiled wryly and didn't answer.

Because it was also at that time that he realized that compared to death, being wiped out is more hopeless.

There is a breeze in the forest, and because it is winter, the sound of the wind whistling is still clear, as if someone is crying.After the surroundings returned to calm, someone came out from behind the jujube tree with unsteady steps.

The silk embroidered shoes creaked on the thick dead leaves.

Nian Yi stood in front of the grave, the faint light illuminated the words on the stone tablet——

"Tomb of Shi Nianyi, Beloved Wife"

She stroked every bump with her fingertips, and finally burst into tears.

"This is my tomb..."

She choked up, "It's my tomb..."

The author has something to say: Nanshan is south, Beiqiu is sad

Nanshan has a tombstone~~~~~

It's not easy to finally update...

However, I ink another chapter, so guilty. . .

In the next step, fierce competition will be launched, and the annual fine score drama will be staged if you chase me and if you catch me, I will let you hehehe.

[Say. . .The case seems to be out. .