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Hua Jiujin's eyes suddenly became serious, her dark pupils clearly reflected the figure of the person coming, her expression was joyful and hopeful, as if she had been looking forward to this person for a long time, and the person appeared in due course.

But she pretended to suppress her smile again, waiting for the other party to come over and invite her, and then said the words she had heard countless times...

"..." Hua Jiujin watched in amazement when the person came to the side of the woman in Tsing Yi who was in a stalemate, completely ignoring her.

"Elder-in-law." Ah Fu saw the middle-aged man in the blue python robe in front of him, and bowed humbly and politely.

The father-in-law changed the whisk in his hand from his left hand to his right hand, and he always glanced at the waiter in front of him with a blank expression, "You are so brave, you dare to stop the empress dowager's guests! On your head Don't you want your head anymore?" He moved his lips lightly, his tone cold.

"This is a small mistake... But, my lord, the guest officer ordered something in the store and drank it. Asked her to pay, she said no... According to the laws of the Qing Dynasty, it can't be justified... "Ah Fu's plain face was slightly embarrassed, and he explained in a soft and cowardly manner.

The father-in-law snorted softly, "The miscellaneous family can do without your money." The father-in-law took out a silver coin from his wide cuff and threw it to Ah Fu, "Take it away, don't need to look for it."

He turned his head, bowed respectfully to the pale, trance-clothed woman beside him, and made a gesture of 'please'.

Hua Jiujin gradually straightened her waist, put her hands on her thighs, her dark pupils reflected the back of the woman in Tsing Yi who respectfully followed the father-in-law in the boa robe and walked away coldly.

"Sister Hua, this sour plum soup won't be cold until you finish drinking it, and it won't taste good when it returns to normal temperature." Jingshangjin secretly gave Ah Fu a thumbs up, his voice suppressed and cheerfully reminded Hua Jiujin beside him .

Hua Jiujin looked away, and snorted softly, "What's the matter with this sour plum soup, it's not good at all! Xian Changge, let's go!" Her voice was cold and serious, as if this sour plum soup was really bad, She stood up 'suddenly' and walked briskly outside the inn.

"..." Xian Changge quickly stood up, picked up the bowl and drank the remaining sour plum soup in one gulp, threw the bowl down and ran out.

The empty ceramic bowl vibrated in circles on the table.

"..." Jing Shangjin blinked, looking at the lobby where all the people were suddenly gone, she and Ah Fu looked at each other, looked inexplicably at the porcelain bowl containing sour plum soup, why did this person suddenly get angry ?

Difficult to understand, Jing Shangjin shook his head, picked up the ancient book and continued to read.

"Sister Hua, where are we going?" Xian Changge wiped the rose-purple sour plum juice from the corner of his mouth, asked softly with a cautious expression.

"Go to [Punishment Hall]!" Hua Jiujin said expressionlessly and cherished words like gold.

"Okay." Xian Changge could only echo in a low voice.

Stepping into the vermilion gate, there was a faint smell of blood in the air. There were drops of dark red blood on the gray ground, and more and more blood formed a dark shadow sticking to the ground.

"Sister Hua!" The loose white sleeveless short hexagram seemed to be on a skeleton. The woman with long black hair turned around, with her hands hanging by her side, she shouted respectfully to Hua Jiujin. The three men also shouted in unison.

"En." Hua Jiujin responded softly, "Did you ask something?" She said, and as soon as she stretched out her hand, a short-haired man hurried over and handed him a cigarette. From the matchbox with the picture of Guanyin Bodhisattva He took out a matchstick and lit it for Hua Jiujin.

"No? He said he didn't know that person either." The thin woman shook her head slightly.

The cigarettes were imported from the West. Hua Jiujin has a special status, and her direct supervisor is the Empress Dowager, so there is naturally a way to get this kind of thing.

"Huh—" Hua Jiujin squinted her eyes in a psychedelic way, she raised her head slightly, a delicate and seductive face appeared from time to time in the mist, and she didn't know if she had listened to the woman's words.

She lazily took a few steps forward in her cloth shoes, bent down "swiftly", looked deeply at the man who was tied to the vermilion wooden chair and breathed weakly, and she looked at the man's half-opened and half-closed bruises. At the eyes, he took a puff of cigarette seductively, then exhaled the smoke, and said leisurely, "He's not dead yet..."

Xian Changge beckoned to the woman with the short white hexagram. The woman put down the hammer and hammer in her hand, and brought a wooden chair over, and placed it on the opposite side of the chair tied to the man.

Hua Jiujin sat on the chair, her slender legs stacked together, "He, I thought you were a smart person... What kind of favor did the other party promise you? Is your mouth very tight at this time?" Hua Jiujin took a breath. Smoke exhaled light smoke, "You also know my methods, I won't let you die..." She narrowed her eyes seductively, but slowly spit out frightening words from her mouth, "...I It will make your life worse than death..."

The man whimpered weakly and aggrieved, his voice hoarse and dry, "I really don't know... I don't know that woman at all..." The bright red blood slowly flowed out from the man's black hair, spreading across the His whole pained face.

"Woman? Since you saw her as a woman, what are the characteristics of this woman?" Hua Jiujin frowned.

"I don't know...I don't know..." The man murmured weakly, looking unconscious.

Hua Jiujin leaned forward, put her hands on her thighs, and raised her voice slightly, "Guan Shanhe! Although my Hua Jiujin has a lot of blood on my hands, I don't like killing people and I will do what I say. You just Recall the appearance of the woman you saw, I will let you go immediately and let my subordinates take you to see a doctor, do you want to die? Guan Shanhe! Answer me, do you want to die?" Her seductive face was covered with a layer of seriousness Seriously, she raised a hand and patted Guan Shanhe's blood-stained cheek, trying in vain to regain his lax consciousness.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die... That woman, she is wearing a blue robe... Her hair is long, so long, so long... Her expression seems to be in a trance... Trance..." The man murmured, He lowered his head.

Hua Jiujin made a gesture, and the three men stepped forward, untied the comatose man neatly, and carried them out.

Hua Jiujin frowned and sat in the chair without speaking.

A cyan robe, very long hair, trance... still a woman.

Hua Jiujin softly let out a breath-like sound from her nasal cavity, she raised her eyebrows, and looked sideways at Xian Changge beside her, seeing that Xian Changge was also looking at her.

Why is such a clear description so familiar? Isn't that what the woman in the Fulu Inn looked like before?But why is this woman going to [Hidden Vault]?Was there any money in it, and what was she trying to steal?The Empress Dowager even asked her father-in-law to invite this woman...

Hua Jiujin's eyes became deeper and deeper, and she frowned displeasedly.

"Where is Mo Guanyin now? Has that lazy bone woke up?" Hua Jiujin stood up from the chair, her slender body outlined smooth and soft curves, her white fingers were inserted in her trouser pockets, and her white and sexy shoulders The charming lines seem to be like calm waves.

"Get up, get up. Guanyin heard that you sent her a task, so she got up early in the morning, and is now counting the items in the 'Hidden Vault'." Xian Changge stood behind Hua Jiujin on the right side, feeling a little guilty Touching the bridge of her nose, her brown pupils kept sliding silently, winking at the thin woman standing beside her who seemed to have only a skeleton left.

When Hua Jiujin heard Xian Changge's words, her face seemed to soften a little, "Go, go to the vault. See if there is anything missing." Her shallow and snow-white insteps were worn with cloth shoes, black and white to the extreme, slender The bones and tendons of the feet are all clear.

Xian Changge walked out behind Hua Jiujin calmly, gesticulating with his slender five fingers on his back.

After the two walked out of the torture hall, the woman with the short white hexagram ran out quickly with her long legs. Countless sweat kept slipping from her smooth forehead, like rolling pearls shining golden light in the sun. , rubbing and breaking on the gray stone slab.

"Hey! Have you checked all the items in Shang Liesi's row? Why is there no record? Is there anything missing?" Hua Jiujin led Xian Changge into the door of the treasury, and heard a person inside. The crisp female voice was questioning loudly, sounding professional and serious.

The woman turned her head and saw Hua Jiujin walking in, "Good afternoon! Sister Hua." She hurried over.

Hua Jiujin nodded lightly, her eyes lingered on the woman's body for a while, "How did the investigation go? Is there anything missing?"

"The items in the treasury have basically been counted. The weapons recorded in this artifact book are all missing, and nothing is missing." The woman's long brown hair is neatly tidied, and occasionally a strand or two of her hair comes out from her hair. Out of nowhere, she solemnly flipped through the utensil book and said in a serious voice.

"So nothing was lost?" Hua Jiujin asked again.

Mo Guanyin didn't understand, so he replied again, "Yes, nothing was lost."

Hua Jiujin responded lightly, "Since I haven't lost anything, I'll go back."

"Hey, okay. Sister Hua, please go." Mo Guanyin hugged the utensil book to her chest, and bowed deeply to Hua Jiujin.

Hua Jiujin waved her hand holding the cigarette butt by her side, as if waving her hand as a gesture of goodbye, "Buttons, belts, shoelaces..."

What's the meaning?Mo Guanyin frowned slightly.

Xian Changge followed Hua Jiujin and turned his head silently, glanced at her helplessly, and shook his head.

Mo Guanyin suddenly realized something. When she lowered her head, her shirt was buttoned wrongly, her belt was not fastened properly, and the laces of her boots were untied and she stepped on her feet... There was a strong smell of rouge and gouache on her body...

Mo Guanyin: "..."

Sure enough, it was still exposed.

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