Now, everyone has gathered here, and everyone understands that only the woman in front of them has the real key, but no one knows who she is.

She also did not reveal her true identity.

Lin Xi closed her eyes. She had never thought that she would suddenly meet her parents' former subordinates. It all happened too suddenly. What exactly did those people want to do to her?

Will it make her unlucky for the rest of her life?

If he really just wanted her life, it would be an easy task for the mastermind behind it.

But now, they didn't do that.

Everyone sat at the entrance of the cave, and the smoke from the burning fire in front of them made people cough uncontrollably.

Lin Xi just leaned quietly against the rock. Someone from the group came out and handed her the clean sheepskin they brought with them. "Girl, this thing will keep you warm. Don't think it's...dirty."

Hearing these hesitant words, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her. Her skin was dark, and her cracked hands were full of black mud under their nails. She naturally saw that she had not received the embarrassment of the person's expression for a long time. She was getting up, holding out her hands, and said to her, "Thank you."

"Want to sit next to me?"

Maybe that person had never thought that someone like Lin Xi could say such words. Her eyes were flustered, but her face was happy. She sat beside her carefully, but did not dare to get too close to her.

Lin Xi smiled, the firelight shining on her angular face was like a ball of starlight shining in people's eyes, making people reluctant to look away. She wrapped the sheepskin around herself, leaned towards her, and said happily: "It's really good for keeping warm. I was freezing just now. I have to thank you very much. If it weren't for this sheepskin, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to survive!"

"What's more, your sheepskin is the cleanest sheepskin I have ever seen."

When the man heard Lin Xi's words, a sense of pride appeared on his face, and he began to brag about how carefully he handled the sheepskin, "The merchants always say good things about the sheepskin I handle..."

As soon as she said this, she started talking, and she talked to Lin Xi about her past. However, as she spoke, her face suddenly became sad. She lowered her head and asked with a choked voice, "Girl, can we still go out?"

Hearing her say this, Lin Xi was speechless for a moment. She didn't know in her heart whether she could get out today. However, now that it has come to this, she just gently placed her hand on her shoulder and said softly, "Of course, someone will come to save us."

Seeing Lin Xi so determined, that person felt a little hopeful. After all, she was different from them in terms of her clothes, her way of speaking and her actions.

Such a person must have an extraordinary family, and someone will definitely come to save her.

When she thought of this, she felt very determined.

She also nodded and said to Lin Xi, "I definitely will."

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Purple forest.

The breeze passed through the bamboo forest, making a rustling sound.

Under the corridor of the bamboo building, a group of people stood outside the courtyard gate. Everyone looked at each other and held their breath. They had been with their master for so many years and had never made such a mistake.

If Miss Linxi doesn't come back, how can they continue to live with dignity?

However, now Miss Lin has disappeared and cannot be found. Now the master is in the house and refuses to come out. They dare not act rashly for fear of doing something wrong.

Fortunately, An Liang, who had rushed back from the south at some point, rescued them.

An Liang rode his horse all the way to the gate, dismounted, and threw the whip into the hands of the servant at the gate. When he saw the group of people standing outside the courtyard, his face was cold and he directly ordered: "What are you still doing here?"

When the group heard An Liang's voice, they knelt on the ground without saying a word.

An Liang didn't waste any more words. He glanced at the closed door and turned to them and ordered, "Now, you have to search for all traces of Miss Lin, even if you have to search the whole city."

"Yes!"

With the same answer, the group of people dispersed.

An Liang was exhausted and stood outside the door. For a moment, he didn't know how to persuade the people to come out. He frowned, not expecting that the monk's method was so powerful.

If we meet again in the future, I don’t know what my chances of winning will be.

When An Liang thought of these things, his heart couldn't help but feel uneasy.

From the perspective of the small-time heroine and the big-time hero, the novel describes two different types of people who face crises together when faced with the turbulence of the times. It is also a group portrait, showing the wonderful aspects of different characters in their lives.

Someone died in Nishimura again.

It was noon, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, and when looking inside the village from outside, there was a layer of mist.

A carriage stopped at the entrance of the village. The coachman tilted his head, his expression gloomy and as if he had something to hide, and asked the person inside, "Girl, are you sure this is the place?"

It was strange for a young girl to come to a place where people were dying one after another.

After saying this, the young girl in the carriage got off. She was holding the box in her hand and nodded and said, "Yes."

The groom raised his head and saw a petite girl with bright eyes and white teeth. She was wearing a blue long coat and a crabapple flower pinned on her temples. She exuded a simple elegance, but the determination in her eyes made people unable to look away.

The groom pointed at the intersection and said, "This place is weird, girl, what can you do here?"

A gloomy wind blew from the West Village, and a faint fragrance wafted out from the box in her hand.

The groom had never smelled such a smell before, and was even a little addicted to it. His eyes unconsciously looked towards the box again and again.

"Rescue."

The groom just thought she was joking. Since ancient times, there has never been such a young girl saving people. He didn't take her words to heart at all.

Xie Ruan raised his eyes, his eyes were heavy, and he took out a few more strings of copper coins from the silver bag and said, "Thank you. Please help me find a way to the Song family."

The groom was stunned, his hands paused, his eyes widened, wondering if he had heard wrongly, and asked in disbelief: "Girl, you said...the Song family?"

"Ah."

The groom's hand trembled as he took the copper coin, and the coin immediately rolled to the ground. He stepped back repeatedly, his face turning pale: "The Song family was wiped out three months ago. What are you doing in the Song family, girl?"

Xie Ruan looked at his expression, frowned slightly, and asked, "Destroy the whole family?"

"Mr. Song and his entire family died in a mysterious fire."

"Only Mr. Song's engaged youngest daughter survived, but she became insane and always spoke nonsense. The family that was engaged to her canceled the marriage. The villagers thought she was crazy and were worried about her. They wanted to send her to a charity institution, but they didn't expect Miss Song to disappear."

"That is, after the incident at the Song Mansion, two or three brides died in Xicun. These brides were all the same age as the eldest daughter of the Song family."

Xie Ruan's eyes were heavy: "Since the whole family was wiped out, then where is the murderer?"

The groom shook his head: "This is the government's business. What's more, some people say that Old Master Song doesn't want to live anymore and wants to take his family to die."

"The Song Mansion is weird. If what you want to do is not important, you'd better not go!"

"Thank you." Xie Ruan didn't say anything, carrying the box and heading into the small path of West Village.

The old master of the Song Mansion was once the prince's tutor, a first-rank official, and he himself was a great scholar. Now there are many of his students in the court. The surname Song is also a family surname in Suiyang County, with a high status. Later, because of the involvement of the deposed prince, although he moved to Xicun, His Majesty specially granted the title of Anbohou to the old master Song to appease the people.

Old Master Song once saved her life, so after receiving the letter from him, she hurried back from southern Xinjiang.

How could a person who wrote a book asking her to come back for treatment commit suicide?

The road to the Song Mansion was more difficult to navigate than she had imagined. What Xie Ruan did not expect was that there were Jinyiwei people standing at the gate of the Song Mansion. She paused, pursed her lips, and clenched her hands slightly.

The Jinyiwei had never imagined that a young girl would appear in such a gloomy place.

She is still a woman with good looks.

Xie Ruan felt several gazes, and he walked slowly and firmly. He glanced at the corpse on the ground with his almond-shaped eyes, and walked past calmly with a serious expression and his clothes fluttering in the wind.

"Stop. Who is it?"

The first person to speak was the Jinyiwei who had been staring at her.

"Your Excellency, I am here to investigate a case at the Song Residence." Xie Ruan happened to stop at the steps at the entrance of the Song Residence. Her thin body was as straight as a bamboo. She opened her red lips and said softly, "Save someone."

The Song Mansion is now in ruins, overgrown with weeds and no trace of its once prosperous population remains.

"Investigating a case?" The Jinyiwei's mouth twitched slightly, with mockery in his eyes.

"Yes, investigating the case."

The Jinyiwei looked her up and down. This girl had a fair complexion and didn't look like someone who would roll around among a pile of dead bodies, so how could she have the skills to perform an autopsy?

Relying on his good looks, he looked at them and tried to deceive them.

He shook his head. How could he be so brazen?

"Are you crazy? Are you here to make trouble? Go away! If you continue to interfere with our investigation, I will take you to jail."

Tell lies without even a good excuse.

The Jinyiwei couldn't help but roll his eyes and motioned the person next to him to go in.

Xie Ruan stood under the eaves, the sunlight cast a shadow under her long curly eyelashes, "I want to see Shen You."

"How dare you." The Jinyiwei drew the sword from his waist, the blade emitting a cold bluish-white light, "You can call the lord by his name."

He took a few steps towards Xie Ruan, his sword almost reaching her neck.

"My last name is Xie. Please pass me on."

The Jinyiwei looked at her, motionless under the hilt of the sword, with some surprise.

Xie is a common surname.

Moreover, she was so calm even when she addressed the master by his name. He was worried that someone who should not be offended had come. He said to her, "You just wait here. I will go in and report to the master first."

Not long after, the man asked her to come in.

The Song Mansion has become a ruin. When you step into the courtyard, you can still smell the smell of cigarette ash left by the fire a few months ago.

Xie Ruan looked at the corpse placed in the yard. There were bruises on the corners of his lips and forehead. His body was covered with a cloth, so the rest of his body could not be seen clearly. Then his eyes fell on the man in front of him.

He had a high nose bridge, sharp cheeks, and a red mole in the middle of his eyebrows, which made him look distant and aloof. His eyes were deep and sinister, making people dare not ignore him. He was wearing an indigo-colored shirt with thunder and cloud patterns. He looked at her and casually threw the handkerchief he was using to wipe his hands on the ground.

Xie Ruan could tell that the handkerchief was a piece of Shu brocade worth a fortune.

"You said, can you solve the case?" Shen You looked at her gloomily, rubbing the crystal clear ring with his right hand.

"Yes."

"lie."

Shen You lowered his eyes and looked at Xie Ruan in front of him, his expression was calm. He approached her step by step, and grasped her fair and slender neck with his broad hands. He said in a very calm voice: "In my case, lying will kill you."

Xie Ruan's eyes were solemn and she frowned as she said, "The deceased at the door was eighteen years old, a female. There were obvious marks on her neck behind her ears. She was strangled to death. The marks on her forehead and the corners of her mouth were caused by her struggle. Judging from the color of the body, she must have died yesterday afternoon. It should have been ten hours since then."

Shen You was surprised and blew down his eyelids. His bony fingers loosened slightly, giving her a chance to catch her breath.

"Sir, can you let me take a closer look? If I can't see anything, or if I'm lying, you can kill me."

Seeing that Shen You had no intention of giving in, Xie Ruan continued, "The silk that the deceased was wearing came from the Southern Silk Supply House, and there are not many households in the capital that can use it."

"After a brief elimination, the only ones left are Marquis Yanbo in the south of the city, Marquis Guanxi in the east of the city, and Marquis Zhenbei. Among these families, the only legitimate daughter of Marquis Zhenbei was the one who left last night."

Shen You stared at her and stopped what he was doing.

A faint cold wind blew in the courtyard, and even on a sunny day, it made people shiver.

But Shen You in front of him seemed to sneer, looking down at him, and his tone suddenly became cold: "Since when do cats and dogs have the qualifications to negotiate with me?"

"Although this case is not complicated, it involves the reputation of a woman." Xie Ruan looked up at him, trying to make her eyes meet his, "I am the best choice."

After a long silence, Shen You looked at her and turned his head to look at the box in her hand.

When the wind blows, the fragrance in the box spreads everywhere.

His eyes were heavy, and he curled his lips coldly towards her, and said slowly: "It's really interesting."

"Someone is coming."

"exist."

Shen You's most capable subordinate Qingsong appeared in front of them.

"Autopsy."

Shen You opened his thin lips slightly, his eyes cold.

Qingsong asked Xie Ruan, "Miss, do you need to prepare anything for the autopsy?"

Hearing this, Xie Ruan looked calm, his eyes fell deeply on the body on the ground, walked to the body, put down the box, and said softly: "No need."

Qingsong watched Xie Ruan open the box, which contained some autopsy tools that he was unfamiliar with.

He gave her a suspicious look.

The box in her hand was completely opened, and a long and lingering fragrance overflowed.

Even the Jinyiwei standing outside the courtyard could smell it.

The fragrance is very light, but it has an indescribable sense of enchantment.

Xie Ruan

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