I broke my sleeves with the son

Jiang Luoqing tidied herself up, looked back, and saw Daimu standing up while supporting the table beside him, he seemed to have recovered.

Seeing that he was fine, Jiang Luoqing said, "Come here and help me tie my hair."

"Yes." Daimu walked over, and when he pulled his hand, the hair tie came loose, and the long black hair fell down on his hand, feeling cold to the touch.

Jiang Luoqing felt the comb brushing through his hair, and said, "Go and get this corpse out later, the weather is hot these two days, although my place is relatively shady, it won't be good if you leave it for a long time."

When he said this, his tone was flat, as if he was saying that a piece of meat was going to spoil.

Daimu still couldn't hold back, he said: "Young Master, dare to ask, how did Qingzhen die?"

Thinking about what happened yesterday, Jiang Luoqing frowned, and the comb on his head stopped.

He said: "Keep combing, I killed it."

Daimu looked at the black and soft hair in his hands, and heard people say that soft hair is also gentle, how can this person be so indifferent when he says murder?

Daimu plucked up his courage, "Then, why did you kill the green needle?"

Jiang Luoqing's eyes were slightly cold, and he said: "Hands and feet are not in accordance with the rules, and he is obsessed with obsession, so I will finish him." He turned to look at Daimu and said, "Why, why are you asking this?"

"It's okay." Daimu smiled, he felt that he must be smiling very ugly, he reluctantly said: "I just want to know what he did to anger you."

Jiang Luoqing really didn't want to mention it, he turned around, turned his back to Daimu and said casually, "It's not a big deal."

Daimu's heart feels cold, isn't it a big deal?Since it wasn't a big deal, why did Qing Zhen have to be killed?

Qingzhen had served him for a long time, but she still got hurt because of something that wasn't a "big thing".

In fact, he didn't feel too much grief for Qingzhen's death, and was even slightly happy.But he is not pretending to be silent and worried at the moment.

He and Qing Zhen served this young master together at the same time, and Qing Zhen was killed because of trivial matters, so what about him?Did he do something inconspicuous wrong in the future, and before he realized it, he would be like the green needle lying on the ground now, with a bowl-sized gap in his neck.

The rabbit died and the fox was sad.

As if he knew what he was thinking, a voice as clean as jade colliding with each other rang in his ears, and the tone was casual, "Don't think too much."

Daimu came back to her senses, and said "hmm" softly.

Jiang Luoqing didn't know if he listened or not, he still climbed up to the third floor to observe today.

In his hand, he had recorded the time and place intervals of the guards' patrols in the previous two days. He observed carefully and found that the time and place of the patrols on the third day were exactly the same as those on the first day.

This discovery relieved him a lot, and he ate more for dinner.Daimu is relatively quieter. Although she didn't show any resistance to him, she is definitely not as eager to him as before.

Jiang Luoqing was a little disappointed to be honest, but he also knew that Daimu's actions were understandable, so he didn't put too much energy on it.

He really doesn't want to bother with this place now, whether it's people or things, he has tried more than once to communicate with the guards, but his force hasn't recovered. He can't beat the opponent with crowd tactics. Not good at it at all.

In the past few days, he couldn't help becoming more and more irritable, and he couldn't see Qin Ziyi, and he had nowhere to talk to Qin Ziyi if he wanted to analyze and reason with Qin Ziyi.

The room was lit, and he sat at the table and wrote the route and time to go out with a pen. The nib of the pen skimmed across the paper, as if flying across the water like a solitary goose.

Jiang Luoqing finished drawing and put away his pen. He took the paper and didn't rush to dry it. He carefully looked at the distribution of places and the approximate time, and how many people he would meet on the road. After writing it down in his mind , He took out a small fire porcelain basin, put the paper that was not completely dry on the lamp and burned it completely.

Just after the burning was over, there was a knock on the door.

Jiang Luoqing simply tidied up the things on the table casually. It should be Daimu who made the bath for him at this moment. He was the only one doing it today, so it is understandable that the time is late.

"Come in."

He raised his hand to untie his coat, and then his middle coat. There were two sets of clean inner and middle coat beside him, which he would change later.

He took off his middle coat, put his outer coat on his body, and took the inner coat he had hurriedly, planning to change into it after washing.

But when he turned around and saw the person at the door, he stopped in his tracks.

Qin Ziyi was standing there, with a faint smell of alcohol and makeup on his body, which could be smelled even if he was far away from Jiang Luoqing.Qin Ziyi didn't know how long he stood there, his face was a little red, as if he had been drunk, he looked a little drunk, and he just stared at Jiang Luoqing with deep eyes, as if he was drunk .

Jiang Luoqing was watched by him like this, and for some reason suddenly remembered what Qin Ziyi said in the study that day, he frowned and unconsciously put on his coat neatly, completely losing the lazy and leisurely posture just now.

At this time, he looked more like a straight green bamboo, growing upwards.

Seeing him like this, Qin Ziyi let out a chuckle, stepped into the room, walked to the desk, looked at the ashes in the porcelain basin, raised his eyebrows, and looked back at the tense man.

He sneered and said, "Why are you nervous? Could it be that you really think that you have so much charm that I can't force my bow to your overlord?"

As he spoke, he went around the table and sat behind the table. He was lazy, but he was still very imposing. He tilted his head, looked at Jiang Luoqing just like that, and said with a smile, "I've been thinking about it for the past few days, and I found you There's really nothing good about it. She's stupid, Linglong doesn't have any thoughts, she only remembers eating, drinking and having fun, and it's no different from those dudes."

Jiang Luoqing took two steps towards the desk, and stepped out of the shadows. When he reached the long table, he could clearly see Qin Ziyi who was sitting there.

Qin Ziyi smiled at him casually, with a slovenly appearance, his neck was exposed carelessly under the light of the lamp, and the red traces of ambiguity on it fell into Jiang Luoqing's eyes. knew.

Moreover, Qin Ziyi was sitting there with his sleeves raised, and a faint fragrance wafted from it, which was the fragrance of his daughter's home.

Jiang Luoqing looked down at him and said, "Why are you here?"

Qin Ziyi said without showing any weakness: "Why, you haven't been looking for me all the time? Now you're asking me why I'm here, you are..."

"I mean." Jiang Luoqing frowned slightly, "Why did you come here at such a late hour?"

He paused after speaking, and said helplessly, "Forget it, it's not important."

Jiang Luoqing and Qin Ziyi's eyes met, he looked at the surging emotions in those eyes, and calmly said, "Since you finally found out that I'm not good, why don't you let me go?"