Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

"Then I can't let you stay!" Song Huai lowered his cold eyes and pulled his hand back with force. The sword that Feng Jia was blocking was pulled in front of him, almost cutting off his nose.

Despite such a dangerous situation, Feng Jia was not afraid but smiled: "It's just right, I want to practice my new sword manual with you!"

The first volume of the sword manual, the first move of Taiyi Shenmen Sword.

Unmovable mountains!

Feng Jia's wrist shook, and the long sword in his palm vibrated against the hanging wire. The two collided, and the sword body made a whimpering sound. Song Huai only felt a numbness in the palm of his hand, and the hanging wire almost slipped out of his hand.

It was during this gap that Feng Jia broke free from his restraints and flew to the side.

There was a cold light in Song Huai's eyes, "You're looking for death!"

She held the hanging silk thread in her palm and threw it out directly. The thread shot towards Feng Jia's eyes like a cold knife. The murderous intent was overwhelming her, and she immediately raised her sword to block it.

The hanging thread seemed to have a soul. It quickly wrapped around the sword and pulled hard. Feng Jia's body suddenly tilted and her back hit the wall. An uncontrollable pain rushed from her back to her heart. The huge force caused the wound on her chest to split again, and it was stained with blood.

"Are you hurt?" Song Huai's eyes flickered.

Feng Jia curled her lips indifferently: "Even if I'm hurt, you can't kill me."

"How shameless." Song Huai sneered.

"Then try it!"

After saying that, Feng Jia pried the long sword in his right hand upwards, then poured all his strength into his palm and chopped the long sword down fiercely. There was a "crackling" sound of collision, and the hanging silk was actually cut off by the sword.

The pine and locust tree at the other end of the hanging thread was thrown out by the huge force, and it took a big step back to stand firm. The hanging thread cut into its hand, and large drops of blood fell to the ground with a plop.

Song Huai looked surprised, and Feng Jia was also surprised. She didn't expect that the sword her cheap second brother gave her for self-defense was really good.

Feng Jia looked at Song Huai who had no weapon in his hand, and suddenly drew his sword. The sword moved like a dragon and a snake. Song Huai was forced to retreat again and again by the sword energy. Finally, her legs rested on the table and her waist pressed back to the ground. Feng Jia's sword almost hit her chest and swung over.

Song Huai threw the hanging silk on the ground, and the short blade in her sleeve fell down. She held it firmly in her palm. Before Feng Jia could retract her long sword, the short blade stabbed fiercely towards Feng Jia's throat.

Feng Jia immediately raised her arms to block, and the short blade hit the wrist guard of her arm, making a heavy golden sound.

There is actually a magic weapon to protect him? Song Huai was even more surprised.

How many secrets are hidden in Xie Lanzhao!

"What are you thinking about? How dare you be distracted at this time?" Feng Jia raised the corners of his mouth.

The first volume of the remaining sword manual, the fourth style of Taiyi Shenmen Sword.

Frost Eagle!

The long sword was rolled up in Feng Jia's hand into a sword flower, and he closed the distance with Song Huai and flew towards him as fast as an arrow. It was about to pierce his chest. Song Huai's eyelids jumped heavily, and he dodged to the side desperately, and his chest hit the table hard.

The sword cut off a section of her long hair, and then it was heavily stuck into the wall, and broken bricks and tiles flew everywhere.

Seeing the blood, Song Huai rolled on the table, then covered his injured left arm and stepped aside in embarrassment. He was even more surprised, what a strong sword energy!

Just as he was about to make another move, he suddenly heard a series of scattered footsteps, and then a figure appeared on the door frame.

In the room, the two people looked at each other quickly, and did not speak in tacit understanding.

"Ninth sister, what's that noise in your room?" Xie Haoxuan asked me to push the door open, only to find that the room was bolted from the inside. Alarm bells rang in my heart and I banged on the door hard with my arms.

Song Huai was alert and slowly approached the window, waiting for Xie Haoxuan to come in before he flew away.

But Feng Jia said, "Brother, nothing happened. It's just that my maidservant was so rude that she broke a bowl of tea."

Feng Jia's gaze fell on Song Huai with a half-smile, and the other party opened his eyes wide with a puzzled look in his eyes.

After Xie Haoxuan and his men left, Song Huai whispered, "Why? You could have just sent someone in to arrest me."

"I said, your target is not me, and my target is not you either." Feng Jia pulled the sword out of the wall and put it back into the scabbard, his expression unchanged as he said, "So, I don't want to be your enemy, I want to cooperate with you."

The girl was only thirteen years old, and obviously should be at an age where she was ignorant of the world, but her eyes were filled with arrogance that looked down on the world. Those eyes, distinctly black and white, were so clear and so sharp. When they looked at her, it seemed as if they could see through all her secrets.

Song Huai took a breath and said, "I don't understand."

"It's very simple. The enemy of my enemy is my friend." Feng Jia sat on the table and poured two cups of tea. He drank one cup himself and pushed the other cup to the opposite side, motioning Song Huai to sit down. "I guess you lurked in Xie Mansion for someone in Xie Mansion. That person should be related to the tragic case of Li Yuanwai's family extermination ten years ago. As for me, except for Xie Haoxuan who just stood outside the door, I regard the entire Xie Mansion as my enemy. You and I are not in conflict. Why bother with each other? It's better to benefit each other."

Song Huai looked at the cup of tea on the table but did not move: "You are the daughter of the Xie family, what reason do you have to hate the Xie family?"

So, is there really someone from the Xie family involved in that case ten years ago?

Feng Jia's eyes sank slightly. She had heard her father mention the old case ten years ago, but she didn't have a deep impression of it. She only knew that Mr. Li from Lulin County was once the manager of the mansion of Li Xian, the first prince of a different surname in the Dali period, and that the body in this case was examined by Xu, the most famous coroner in the capital at that time.

"Don't tell me it's just because they sent you to live in the countryside." Song Huai looked at Feng Jia coldly.

This person is not as easy to deceive as Yunyu. Feng Jia raised his head and said calmly: "What if I say that I have a grudge against them for killing my mother?"

Song Huai's pupils shrank, "Didn't your mother have a difficult childbirth? She was..." Song Huai thought of Meng's vicious methods and felt that it was not worth doubting that the woman could do such a thing.

This was just Feng Jia's guess and had not been confirmed, but it could indeed be used as a cover. A continuous hatred suddenly emerged on her face: "The hatred for killing my mother is irreconcilable. I will kill everyone in the Xie Mansion with my own hands!"

This would explain what the Ninth Miss did in the Xie Mansion, but Song Huai was still hesitant.

She had no reason to cooperate with Xie Lanzhao.

Feng Jia hit the nail on the head: "You can choose not to cooperate with me, but the price is that you can't be the second-class maid Song Huai in the Xie Mansion. A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. Since you know my purpose, I can't keep you any longer. It's easy to drive you out, but it's difficult for you to come in again. I will even issue a killer order to hunt you down... Think about it carefully."

Song Huai was wavering. She was right. She had worked hard for many years to be able to enter Xie Mansion. She couldn't let her efforts go to waste!

After a while, she walked over and held the tea in her hand: "What do you want me to do."

Feng Jia curled the corners of her lips slightly: "From now on, I will naturally cover up for you what you do in Xie Mansion, on the condition that you will secretly be my bodyguard."

Song Huai looked at him with certainty: "Your martial arts skills are comparable to mine, or even better than mine."

Feng Jia said: "I don't want to reveal that I have martial arts skills yet."

Song Huai understood and nodded: "Okay."

Feng Jia added: "Protecting me does not mean that I want you to protect me with your life. Your own life will always take precedence over mine. At this critical moment of life and death, save yourself first. I won't blame you."

Song Huai was stunned. After a long while, she nodded, but her face became more serious: "Okay."

"Since we are allies, can you tell me who in the Xie Mansion is related to that case?"

Song Huai seemed to have thought of something. He clenched his fists, the veins on his neck bulged, and the name squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Xie Hui!"

Feng Jia was stunned. It was Xie Hui again?