Young Master Jiang has a crush

floor.

On the other side, Long Qi kept Jiang Zongchun alive and well, half-armed and half-dragging, and sat down in a remote place in the lobby of Pinglai Inn: "My dear brother, don't cry! Brother, I have a story I want to share with you." Listen. Let’s talk, the previous court..." The young emperor tried his best to persuade and persuade each other with good words, thinking that good things will come in pairs.

However, the beauty still looked disgusted.

Outside, on Beihe Street, several policemen carefully lifted Yin Fashi's body up.

There was an exclamation all around.The detectives looked at each other.

It turned out that there was something under Yin Fashi's body.The plain swaddling baby is the paper, and the red and black blood is the words. With a shocking brushwork, it is written-Goujiao, give me back my sons and daughters!

yes.In fact, someone should have found out.

There are laws to follow in cases of missing children.It is always around the moon day, and more importantly, only those who do not believe in the teachings of immortals or anti-immortals will lose their children.

Someone already found it, but no one believed it.

☆, do not like

It is a screen with huanghuali dots and emerald green, with complicated carvings.From Wanchong's side, you can see Jiang Zongzi's complete figure and his creamy white skin on the other side of the screen.

The room is extremely quiet and cold, which can be called tranquility.The sound of Xixi Suosuo's clothes peeling off brings out infinite ambiguity and reverie.

Wanchong concentrated his attention on admiring the spring scenery half covered by the screen, and felt a little dry mouth.He cleared his throat and said, "I want to ask you a question."

Jiang Zongzi let out an "ah", as if he was startled by Wanchong's sudden utterance, and accidentally slipped on the sole of his foot.Jiang Zongzi quickly supported the toon tub to stand firm, stepped in, completely submerged his body in the water, and hid.

Steamy.Behind Jiang Zongzi, the window paper is transparent and clean.

"Hey, be careful." Then in a teasing tone, "Do you want me to go in and help?"

"No, no, what's the problem?"

Wanchong was sitting at the table, supporting himself with his hands, his face was flickering with carved shadows, he asked half-jokingly and half-seriously, "What's so good about that little brother You Pengkan?"

Jiang Zongzi leaned on the edge of the toon tub, closed his eyes, and slowly shook his head: "Well...he saved me when I was young."

"Huh?" Wan Chong was curious.

"When I was 11 years old, I was studying with him in Youshuge. Later, Youshuge caught fire, and only a certain bookshelf in the ancient books room was waterproof and fireproof, so we could avoid it. When the two of us were looking for it, there were things beside us. Burnt down, smashed down. For example, bookshelves or broken wood in the structure of the house, or books." Jiang Zongzi opened his eyes, and because of the backlight, his eyes were extraordinarily deep.He paused, "You can guess what happened next. A burning book fell towards me, and Xiaoli raised his arm to block it, and his sleeve was immediately set on fire."

"That's it."

"Yeah." Jiang Zongzi's voice became weak, and he was recalling after a while, "Although measures were taken immediately, the fire did not spread on him. But Xiaolu's arm was still burned a lot."

"..."

"There are still traces." Jiang Zongzi raised his eyes, his black eyelashes were slightly curled with wet moisture.At some point, Wan Chong was already standing in front of him, looking down at him from a high position.

Jiang Zongzi's hair was dripping wet, Wanchong raised the comb, and combed it gently along the clear hair path in the center of his head: "I know..." I know, Third Young Master Jiang.Where did you lie.

Jiang Zongzi buried his face in his arms: "You don't know."

"There is one more question." Wanchong bent down and looked at Jiang Zongzi with irresistible eyes, "What do you like about him?"

Third Young Master Jiang was a little dizzy in the heat: "Didn't you just ask this question?"

"No." Wan Chong smiled, persuading, "What I'm asking now is, what do you 'like' about him?"

A long time later, Jiang Zongzi lived in seclusion in Zhucheng, where there really was no bamboo.Black hair and Tsing Yi hand-planted.When the bamboo leaves were able to cast mottled shadows on his face, the sound of the wind blowing past was like rain.Jiang Zongzi recalled this day, this scene.He felt that he was absolutely dizzy, dazed, and lost at the time, so he answered Wanchong word by word: "I don't like him."

Pinglai Inn.Guest room on the second floor.

After washing in vain.

The two of them used red silk tents to do things in Wushan.The creaking sound of the old pagoda tree bed, combined with Jiang Zongzi's involuntary panting, was unique.

Jiang Zongzi clasped Wanchong's neck and spread out his body indulgently.While sinking into the sea of ​​desire, the third young master Jiang's eyes were half-curved like peach petals, the ends of his eyes were flushed with tears in his eyes, and he asked in a seductive voice like a cat's moaning: "You... um, will you , think, um... I, uh, look very, ugly?"

Wanchong didn't expect that he would ask such a question with such a provocative appearance, he pressed him hard and pushed him up hard, and as he wished, the third young master trembled and vented, his body was so soft that he could pinch water, completely Forget about your stupid question just now, just keep going.

The lobby of the Pinglai Inn.The afternoon spring light spilled in, with a hot and sweet fragrance.

Long Qi has already had his sixth cup of tea, and he talked endlessly from the previous dynasty to the ancient times.

Long Qi's voice was also warm like a breeze: "Are you feeling better?"

Jiang Zongchun stood up "teng" and paced back and forth anxiously: "Tell me! Why don't the two of them come down? This! What! It's long! It's enough for me to wash it ten times!"

It's hard to say: "Well...Zong Chun, you are still a child, there are some things..."

"Broken house! I'm his brother!" Rolling up his cuffs: "Okay, go up and have a look!"

What's so good!

"My dear brother, don't be impulsive!" Oops, I can't hold back anymore.

"The surname is Tong!" Jiang Zongchun shook his sleeves and looked coldly, "Do you believe me or not..."

Long Qi immediately compromised: "I believe, I will go up with you right now, will it work?"

The beauty smiles, and the spring breeze is full of tenderness.

guest, room, door, lock, lock, cut, open, heart.

While Long Qi went downstairs to look for the shopkeeper to get the spare key, and Jiang Ersha was tossing around outside the guest room, the adulterer and adulteress who were still warm after finishing the work quickly turned over and got up, straightened their clothes, sat upright, pretended to be He is discussing the techniques of poetry, book, ritual, music, benevolence, righteousness, spring and autumn and so on.

Thanks to the strong incense that masked the smell of scum.Jiang Zongchun, who was still a child, observed suspiciously for a long time, but he couldn't find any tricks from the two acting schools.

Long Qi raised the topic at the right time and diverted Jiang Zongchun's attention: "Listen to Zongchun, the two of you solved a kidnapping case not long ago?"

"Hehe." Jiang Zongzi smiled awkwardly.

The previous case of Lu Yuan's family was not overturned in the end.It was just that Bai Luo consulted with Yuanwai Lu, and then the Bai and Lu families rescued Lin Xun.Recently, it was heard that Bai Luo and Lu Yunda had broken off their engagement. Miss Lu was deeply shocked and couldn't afford to fall ill.

"It seems that the case of Yin Fashi's murder this time depends on the two of you." Longsheng said in a very relaxed, even flattering tone.Wanchong and Jiang Zongzi understood the meaning of the words, but Jiang Zongchun, who didn’t understand, was proud and disgusted, “Well, my family’s San’er is the best and the most powerful! But we don’t want the crap things taught by the Immortal Method.” Hum!"

The other three followed his wishes, saying "well, well" and "don't care".

☆, Master Song

Mr. Wan leaned on the window sill: "What is the most basic thing to write poetry?"

Holding the book in his left hand and resting his chin in his right hand, Jiang Zongzi replied without thinking: "Geul."

"Yes." Mr. Wan smiled, "Then today, I will copy "Guang Yun" three times."

Jiang Zongzi was puzzled, but he still took out a roll of rice paper from the drawer.His white and clean left palm was roughly estimated, and his right hand was grasping the cloisonné handle of the Luling Short Knife at some point, and he raised his face and asked Mr. Wan, "Is this enough to cut?"

Mr. Wan deepened his smile. He rubbed the third Young Master Jiang's right hand and quietly took the Luling dagger: "Not enough. I'm not talking about Yunmu, but the whole version of Guangyun."

Jiang Zongzi was stunned for a moment, and he straightened his face: "The whole book? Then I can copy it for the spring exam."

Smile: "Yeah."

The third young master Jiang threw the book angrily: "Wanchong, what do you want to do? Why do you look down on me? Tell you that I can recite the entire "Guangyun" at the age of three!"

"Oh." Wan Chong was unmoved, "Let's start copying." He walked away lightly.

"Wanziman!" Jiang Zongzi got up abruptly, and the chair "jumped" and fell to the ground, "You fucking stop for me!"

Wanchong's hand was holding the door frame, he turned his head halfway, looked across his shoulders, and smiled coolly: "Master Jiang San, don't you want to see me?"

The third young master Jiang, who was forgetful about his strength, was taken aback for a moment, recalling a series of deeds he did to death yesterday.

Yesterday, Jiang Zongzi's mind was in a mess, he kept cutting, and his reasoning was still chaotic.He was obsessed with being eaten up by Wanchong physically and mentally, but to be honest, he couldn't feel where the other person's heart was at all.

Wanchong is too unpredictable for Jiang Zongzi.

So, on the way back to the mansion, while the few people were not paying attention, Third Young Master Jiang sneaked away, and he went to meet someone.

Jiang Zongzi was discouraged: "I, I went to Master Song yesterday, and he said...you..."

"What am I? The Fiend Fox?" Wan Chong answered with a smile.

"That's not the case... He said you are mean and talented, and said that we are at odds with each other."

Wan Chong suppressed his anger: "Just for this?"

"Ah..." He admitted guiltily.

"That's why," Wan Chong repeated with a sneer, "you rushed in in the middle of the night smelling of alcohol, smashed the porcelain vase in my room, and threw my quilt and pillow, telling me to pack up and leave? "

"Ah...really?" I was too guilty to admit it.

Wanchong sneered: "Why didn't he teach you how to draw spells on me?" Third Young Master Jiang's head was almost lowered to his chest, and Wanchong felt bad, "He taught?! What did he ask you to do?"

"Don't, don't worry! It's okay. Master Song only tells fortunes and doesn't harm anyone." Jiang Zongzi explained in a panic.

Wanchong took a deep breath, with a serious expression: "Which Master Song?"

"That's right, uh, the one who always set up a stall under the fairy tree..."

really……

Wanchong walked into the room slowly, sat down at the red sandalwood round table, wanted to drink some tea to make him feel better, but felt that it was not clean, so he moved the cup heavily.

Mr. Wan frowned and rubbed his forehead with his right hand: "Continue to explain."

Master Song is an old man with white hair and a childlike face. Since Jiang Zongzi can remember, he has been setting up a fortune-telling stall under the Immortal Tree, without interruption, and it can be said to be rain or shine.Because the calculation is very accurate, there are always crowds.Regardless of high-ranking officials, nobles or ordinary people, there will always be people who go to Master Song for a fortune-telling every month. The starting price is half a tael of silver, which is a month's food expenses for an ordinary family.Just one point, Master Song only tells fortunes but not makes fortunes.After all, disobedience to the order of the secretary harms Yin virtue, and Master Song is at least ten years old.

"About five or six years ago," Jiang Zongzi began to recall, "when Xiaolu headed back to guard the altar, I insisted on following him. However, ordinary believers are not allowed to enter the altar of immortal law, let alone me. But At that time, how should I put it, I was young, energetic, skilled and bold, and I was going to fight my way through life and death. Then dozens of burly men appeared in front of me, surrounded me and beat me until my nose was bruised and my face was swollen, and I was thrown out I refused to accept it, climbed up the sacred tree, and refused to come down—er, so there is a reason for my bad reputation."

Mr. Wan smiled: "What happened next?"

"They didn't dare to disrespect the sacred tree, so they thought that I had no choice but to consider kneeling down for me. As a result, Master Song stood up with a smile, just like yours, which makes people shudder."

Wan Chong narrowed his eyes: "Huh?"

Fuck it!

"Hey, anyway, Master Song figured out my elder brother's stupid matter, and the Jiang family kept the elder brother's matter very tight at that time, so even if I didn't believe that Master Song figured it out by himself, but got the news secretly, I think he is supernatural enough. Hey, then I will admit that I will fall off the tree... and I will be beaten again.

"But I don't believe in evil, and then I disguised myself to find fault... What? It's not that I'm bad at disguise! You, you are an exception! After all, we all, so what happened... Cough, in short, Master Song sees it through every time. And his hexagrams are accurate every time... so... I'm convinced."

Wanchong listened to Jiang Zongzi's long speech, lowered his eyelashes and fell silent for a while, then said: "I know, he only tells fortunes, not making fortunes."

"Huh...huh?" Third Young Master Jiang didn't react for a while.

"There is a fixed number between you and me." Wan Chong raised his eyes, and the aura in his black eyes shocked Jiang Zongzi all of a sudden, "So you can't hide from me."

Jiang Zongzi nodded dully.

"Okay, take me to see him." Wan Chong straightened his sleeves.

Third young master Jiang pointed at his index finger: "Why did you see him?"

"His real name is Song Book." Wan Chong's eyes were deep, "I have read "Book of Ten Halls", and he is one of the ten halls of immortality."

☆, a game of chess

The Immortal Teaching Altar is heavily guarded, and the outer wall is three feet high. It is a complex of buildings in the suburbs of Liangdu, covering an area of ​​hundreds of acres.I heard that the center of the teaching altar is a cloud altar tens of feet high, which is magnificent and majestic.On the three-story platform, there is a nine-story square high hall with gilt copper tiles and magnificent ridges and beasts.Ordinary believers, even Dharma envoys, are not allowed to approach the cloud altar without authorization, and are only allowed to look at it from afar through the surrounding red walls.

There are many halls in the altar of immortality. Generally speaking, ordinary believers of immortality can only enter the altar on the day of guarding the altar, and they will only be arranged to meditate in the outermost halls of the altar.Therefore, very few people can answer whether there are people who live in the vast altar of immortal law.

As Liangdu's Deputy Envoy, You Pengkan has more opportunities to enter and leave the world of immortal arts.You Penglu once followed You Pengkan and walked among them.It was very majestic, empty, and mysterious and dark there.You Penglu told Jiang Zongzi afterwards that the solitude in the altar of immortal law is enough to cleanse or depress a person.You Pengkan also joked, saying that Young Master Jiang San is really suitable to be locked up inside.

Jiang Zongzi and Wanchong came to the altar of immortal law, under the sacred tree.

The branches of the sacred tree are twisted and luxuriant all year round, with luxuriant branches and leaves, neither blooming nor bearing fruit.Ninety-nine 81 jade peaches the size of half a fist are hung on the sacred tree, and the quality of jade is clear.Although it is a high-quality ancient jade, it has never been stolen over the years.

Unexpectedly, the old man with white hair and childlike face was not there when he set up a stall under the fairy tree all the year round to tell fortunes.Master Song is gone.There is no winter and no summer, and for decades, the dilapidated and faded cloud-patterned long table under the tree has also disappeared.

Jiang Zongzi asked around, but no one knew his whereabouts.Only one passer-by seemed to remember something, and said that he had seen Master Song leisurely walking into the altar of immortality with a pot of tea in the middle of the night.I also attached my own deduction: Those who can let the masters who guard the teaching circle day and night let go must not be ordinary people!But this point, Jiang Zongzi and Wan Chong already knew that Master Song is one of the ten halls of immortality.

Set up a stall for fortune-telling, and have nothing to do with tea and wine.Song Bo couldn't go on with such days.

Jiang Zongzi and Wanchong looked at each other - something big was going to happen.

The two failed to achieve their goals, and both returned to Jiang's Mansion with some worries.

On the way back home, I passed through Nanpu City. Today's market is very deserted, with only a few people in twos and threes, and not many shops are open.

Jiang Zongzi followed Wanchong, walking absent-mindedly.Not long after, Wan Chong noticed that Jiang Zongzi had fallen a lot. The third young master Jiang, who was dressed in brocade clothes with a narrow waist and a crown, stopped in front of a shop, staring at a pair of blue-glazed and black-colored chess pieces.On the chess box, there are complicated and beautiful lotus patterns.It is worthy of the fancy of the third young master.

Wanchong walked back, paid the money silently, and met Jiang Zongzi's astonished gaze: "It just so happens. I have a porcelain chessboard used by Song Kezi, and hundreds of jade chess pieces."

Jiang Zongzi roared: "Obviously it's Lao Tzu—" I fell in love with it first!

"Let's give it to you together." Wan Chong said flatly.

hum.

Jiang Zongzi's chess skills are surprisingly good.His chess moves are rampant, approaching step by step, regardless of small gains, he will give up when he should.Wanchong was still arranged by him and made several false eyes.

Mr. Wan knocked on the chess pieces leisurely, and quickly smashed the chess holes set by the third young master Jiang one by one, occupying seven points of the chess board in one fell swoop.Jiang Zongzi broke down in his heart, he felt that he was just a daze, and the situation was over.The third young master Jiang refused to admit defeat in the middle of the game, and insisted on waiting until the end of the game before throwing his hand and admitting defeat.

Jiang Zongzi violently stretched out his hands to disturb the chessboard, playing with his temper: "Be a good example! You can't let me go!"

Mr. Wan replied in awe-inspiring manner: "Well, after all, Wan has a mean talent."

"Cough..." Jiang Zongzi murmured in a low voice, "I can't read this article, really..."

Yin Fashi was deeply favored by the Queen Mother during his lifetime, and the Queen Mother always called him into the palace several times a month to explain the magic of immortality to the concubines and count him as an heir.Therefore, Yin Fashi has many and extensive ties to the intricate deep palace compound.The killing of Yin Fashi caused disturbances in the harem soon.

Three days later, an imperial decree came to Jiang's mansion, ordering Wan Hanlin Wanchong to investigate the case of Yin Fashi's murder, and Jiang's third young master Jiang Zongzi to assist in the investigation.

This can be regarded as the first time Jiang Shangshu has such a long face in front of the officials since Jiang Zongzi was eight years old.

After Jiang Zongzi followed Wan Chong to receive the decree, he returned to the study.

The sky outside the window was blue, spring green and pink, and Jiang Zongzi took a deep breath happily.

"So happy?" Mr. Wan smiled and put his arms around his shoulders, "Why don't you play a game of chess?"

"Hmph, I don't want it!" Jiang Zongzi gave Wanchong a disgusted look, and then softened his gaze, "I just thought, just now...cough," Third Young Master Jiang rubbed his nose embarrassedly, "It's especially like being accused of marriage." .”

Wan Chong laughed and teased him: "Well, I know you want to marry me."

Annoyed and angry: "You go!"

Mr. Wan teased Han persistently: "Then I want to marry you?"

Covering his face for a while, revealing his eyes: "...All right."

☆, rain

On February [-]th, it rained heavily during the Qingming Festival.

Early in the morning, Jiang Zongzi and Wan Chong went out to investigate the murder of Yin Fashi.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the two walked slowly side by side through a narrow old alley, and along Dongwu Street to the Yamen.The servant of the Ministry of Punishment greeted them with some courtesy, and then left under the pretext of being busy with business, leaving Zhao Butou to brief the two on the progress of the case.

On Yin Fashi's body, there were many red and purple gnawing marks left by the prostitutes, as well as bruised, red and swollen internal wounds from the horse's hooves.After a detailed autopsy, Wu found the fatal wound, which was a very small bite mark on the back, but there was a light blue-yellow juice oozing nearby.It was obviously a wound left by a poisonous snake.And, judging from the black and blue flesh color of the corpse, it is very likely that he died from the snake venom.

On the day Yin Fashi died on the street, the police questioned many witnesses present.Among them, the clerk of the silk and satin shop said that at that time, a black shadow flashed by in his peripheral vision, and when he looked up, he saw the dead body suddenly fall.He was so shocked that he didn't pay attention to who left the body behind.In fact, the vast majority of the other witnesses have no second memories.

Only the carriage driver of Youjia, he was still terrified, but he answered very positively, when the body fell straight down, and there was no shadow of anyone else in the sky.In other words, the corpse appeared out of thin air, it paused in mid-air, and then fell down.It's like there is a transparent gap above Beihe Street, leading to the other side of the world.When someone opened the opening at the other end and dropped Yin Fashi's body, the body finally fell on the streets of Beihe.

"How is this possible!" Catcher Zhao never believed it, "Master Wan Hanlin Jiang, tell me, how is it possible!"

Jiang Zongzi pondered.

Catcher Zhao conjectured: "Perhaps someone tied up the corpse with something like a rope, and the two ends of the rope were fixed on the roofs on both sides of the street, and they cut the rope with darts remotely, and finally took away the rope and darts in the chaos. ..."

"Impossible." Jiang Zongzi denied bluntly, "I was the first to get close to the corpse. Yin Fashi was covered in piss. If there was something like a rope, it would be obvious at a glance, not to mention that there were no strangle marks on the corpse."

Catcher Zhao knew in his heart that his deduction was probably wrong, so he didn't continue to argue, but only sighed deeply.

Wan Chong thought for a while and said, "I flew up to the roof at the first time, and I didn't find any suspicious person. So, if you don't use tools to throw the corpse from a long distance, but control it close up, then this person's lightness skill is quite good."

Jiang Zongzi snapped his fingers: "If the murderer is a master of martial arts, then everything can be explained. It can be said that it is easy to throw a corpse around without a trace."

"This is a possibility. Judging from the tragic condition of the corpse, the murderer must have had a deep hatred with Yin Fashi." Wan Chong turned his face and asked Zhao Butou, "How many people have enemies with him?"

Catcher Zhao shook his head: "Emissary Yin Fa is highly respected and has always had a good reputation. In the past few days, the policemen have made open and unannounced visits, but nothing has been found."

Jiang Zongzi frowned: "Since there is no enemy, it is probably not a personal enmity. The murderer threw the body on the busy Beihe Street, and left behind a swaddle that said 'Dog education, return my children'. Obviously in order to make things bigger , make it boil so that everyone can see or hear these words. The murderer believes that the disappearance of the young child is the work of the Immortal Fajiao, and he is not targeting Yin Fashi, but the entire Immortal Fajiao. In this case, Yin Fashi will not be the only one who died." Jiang Zongzi's expression became serious.

☆、Krait

When Zhao Butou was talking about the peony flowers on his forehead, Jiang Zongzi had an answer in his heart. When Zhao Butou said "there is no smell on his body", Jiang Zongzi was sure - this description is the same as one of his friends' favorite The concubine is exactly the same.

Among Jiang Zongzi's large group of friends, the most prominent in his family is Wei Shurong, the grandson of the outgoing Prime Minister Wei Xiang.Wei Shurong is a romantic son, to some extent he can be called lustful.Three years ago, on the first night when Shaoyao, the new oiran of Jinguan Tower, made his debut, Wei Shurong spent as much money as he could, directly redeeming Shaoyao to the mansion.This matter has been talked about by the entire Liang people for several days, but now it is rarely mentioned.Wei Shurong seldom brought Shaoyao to banquets, and almost everyone around him knew how well he protected the woman.

So how is it possible?Will the most beloved woman of the prime minister's grandson be brought back to the mansion late at night by Yin Fashi?

After Jiang Zongzi said it, Wanchong decided to find out after thinking about it.

Therefore, Wanchong, Jiang Zongzi, and Zhao Butou set off to visit Wei Xiangfu.

Wei Shurong was born with slender eyebrows and eyes, and a slim figure, giving him a feeling of weakness.His entire face was written with the words "delicate with flowers and promiscuous with grass".

When Wei Shurong saw Jiang Zongzi, he teased loudly: "Long time no see, Third Young Master Jiang, I heard that you were scared by a little Hanlin! In my opinion, I can engrave a 'Mr. My Love' seal for you." !"

Jiang Zongzi smiled hippie: "It has to be pure gold, not jade!" Wanchong then stepped into the side hall, and saw Jiang Zongzi turning his head and smiling at him with a full face: "This is the 'Little Hanlin'. "

Very good.

"Really!" Seeing the beauty in his eyes, Wei Shurong's pupils dilated with satisfaction.Without any scruples, he laughed and said, "No wonder you haven't rushed to Youfu recently!"

The third young master Jiang smiled like a flower: "Hey, how about the new male roles you have recruited? Are they fresh and delicious?"

Excellent.

Wei Shurong's expression froze for a moment, and then he quickly said, "Why, Zizi want to play together?"

Jiang Zongzi's saliva was about to drip, and he was serious: "This~ I have to think about it."

Excellent.Who thought "Zongzi" disgusting last time?

Jiang Zongzi and Wei Shurong greeted each other shamelessly for a cup of tea.Wei Shurong has been looking at Wanchong from all angles from front to back, left, right, up, down, and up with rather ecstatic eyes.Wan Zi, who had always been calm and elegant, had a calm expression on his face, but Zhao Butou, who was standing aside, couldn't take it anymore, and his skin was covered in goose bumps.

Then, Jiang Zongzi and Wei Shurong began to shamelessly plan some shady activities, mainly involving bullying men and women for pleasure.Mr. Wan smiled, and casually cited some examples of those who did not give up in Hua Liuzhong and ended up dying.

Zhao Butou is even more reasonable: "Do you know Fang Zhen from the Imperial Academy? He has a bright future at a young age. After contracting that kind of disease, now he is not like a human or a ghost!"

"Fang Zhen from the Imperial Academy?" Jiang Zongzi looked at Wanchong with curious eyes: "You must know him?"

Wan Hanlin's smile remained unchanged.

"I've heard that too! Tsk tsk tsk..." Wei Shurong pushed Jiang Zongzi, "Zizi, be careful!"

The third young master Jiang raised his head in a strong manner: "Fuck off, I am very clean and self-sufficient!"

Ha ha.

Wan Ziman recorded in his heart the number of times he had sex after returning home.

But sure enough, every aspect of Third Young Master Jiang is so interesting.

The sly light in Peach Blossom's eyes, the corners of her mouth curled up arrogantly, the corners of her eyes flushed when she was excited, and her slutty expression caught her pupils.

Wanchong couldn't help wanting to possess more.

"By the way," Jiang Zongzi finally expressed his intentions after repeated hints from Zhao Catcher, "Today, I just want to bring 'Little Hanlin' and 'Little Catcher' to meet your Shaoyao beauty."

Wei Shurong readily agreed.

On the way leading the three of them to the backyard, Wei Shurong said with pity that Shao Yao has been depressed and weak recently, and has been bedridden for several days.

"what happened?"

"Oh, Shao Yao's beloved little cousin disappeared a few days ago."

Wanchong and Jiang Zongzi secretly looked at each other.

"I've been sending people to look for it, but I guess it's more ominous than good." Wei Shurong showed a nonchalant attitude.

Catcher Zhao stared, a little dissatisfied: "Mr. Wei, didn't you come to the government to report the case?"

"Tch." When Wei Shurong was expressionless, his face was resolute and indifferent, "What's the use of being caught?"

"you!"

Jiang Zongzi quickly gave Zhao Bu the first hand.

The air is fresh after the rain and the light is dim.Shao Yao's room was even darker, the windows were closed, and only a lamp that was almost exhausted gave off a faint light.

The beautiful woman in red has her temples pulled in disorder, and the peony flowers on her forehead are still eye-catching, but her whole makeup is elegant and dull, and her lips are weak and pale.She leaned lazily on the bed, eyes closed.

Contrary to what Jiang Zongzi said, she is a beautiful woman with no smell of powder. The moment Wei Shurong opened the door, Wanchong immediately smelled a faint fishy smell.Wanchong's expression changed slightly.

Wei Shurong walked quickly to Shaoyao's bedside, gently kneaded her hand, approached her, and comforted her in a low voice.

Jiang Zongzi's eyes flickered.It turned out to be Wanchong, dressed in blue and white, and walked around the room in an instant.Neither Wei Shurong nor Shao Yao noticed it.After Zhao Butou was surprised, he looked at Wanchong who was already standing in place with a look of admiration.

Wanchong, Jiang Zongzi, and Zhao Butou wait outside Shaoyao's boudoir.

Seeing the two people at the head of the bed start to look tired and crooked like no one else, Jiang Zongzi teased: "Shu Rong, since that's the case, we won't bother you and the beauty Qingqing. Farewell!" Anyway, I also saw Shaoyao, now I just need to let Wanchong paint Get it down, and then take it to the people in the Yin Mansion to identify it.

Wei Shurong originally wanted to persuade her to stay, but she was so soft in her arms and entangled in her flesh and bones, she really couldn't tell.The three of them had to be let go.

Wan Chong grabbed Jiang Zongzi's shoulders and was about to leave. At this moment, a black shadow fell on the pillow quilt in the room.

"Ah!" Shao Yao was so frightened that Huarong turned pale, and she kept trying to get into Wei Shurong's arms.Wei Shurong first fell against the edge of the bed with a "bang", then pushed Shaoyao away, and fled towards the door by rolling and crawling.

The black shadow fell behind the pillowcase and was still moving fast "hissing", and Shao Yao shivered at the foot of the bed.

It was too late to say it, and Wan Chong was already at the bed in a blink of an eye.With sharp eyesight, he quickly grabbed the thing and lifted it up.

The light was weak, but it was clearly visible that what Wanchong was holding was a golden snake covered with black ring patterns all over its body. Its slender and powerful tail was still struggling and beating violently.

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Wei Shu's face was pale, he bypassed Jiang Zongzi, staggered over to hold a chair by the window and sat down, raised his sleeve and waved down a blue and white porcelain vase, shards scattered everywhere: "Come here!"

Wanchong walked up to Jiang Zongzi and teased him with the ferocious snake. Third Young Master Jiang shrank his neck in fear.

Wanchong is in a good mood.He went out of the house and released the snake in the yard.

"Don't let it go! Kill it!" Wei Shurong at the window saw it and shouted frantically.Wan Chong returned a cold look, and Wei Shurong was so frightened that he kept silent.

Ami is Shao Yao's personal servant girl, when she heard Wei Shurong's furious shout, she was passing the moon gate of the small courtyard with freshly boiled hot fish porridge.Ami quickly took three steps and two steps, and trotted into the room, and saw Wei Shurong yelling at Wanchong outside the window and looking deflated.

I have never seen such an unscrupulous young master before, Ami bowed tremblingly, and said in a trembling voice: "Little, young master...Master...?"

Wei Shurong stepped forward and overturned the porridge in Ami's hand.The little maid's hands were burned red immediately, and she was in a state of distress between her sleeves, but she didn't dare to cry out, she just lowered her head and sobbed softly.

Wei Shurong asked angrily: "Who have come to see Shaoyao recently?"

"..."

He patted the table: "Say it!"

Jiang Zongzi swayed his legs to watch the show, and grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the fruit plate on the table.Wan Chong stood upright in the courtyard, the wet flowers and leaves behind him had a strong hue.He looked at Jiang Zongzi with a slight sadness.

Ami was terrified by the furious Wei Shurong, and stammered and replied: "Old, old madam, send Xiao... Ning, some nourishing and nourishing things, and, young madam, He, and Miss Kun came here , a trip..."

After hearing this, Wei Shurong left angrily without saying a word.

Soon, a group of young men came in, holding various tools, looking around in Shaoyao's yard.There were also a few maids presenting boxed pastries, vegetables and fruits.

Not long after, Wei Shurong changed clothes and appeared, with a bad face, forced Wanchong, Jiang Zongzi, and Zhao Tuotou to leave the house with a forced smile, and promised to be the host in a few days to make amends and thank you.

After walking a certain distance from Wei Xiangfu, Zhao Tuotou frowned, and said in a tone that opened the door to a new world: "I didn't expect that the intrigue in the deep house compound is so insidious."

Wanchong smiled without showing any trace.Jiang Zongzi didn't expect Zhao Butou to be so simple, he only noticed these things.

"However, why did that snake suddenly fall down? It's related to..." the innocent Zhao Butou made an association, and said with a smile, "It looks like Yin Fashi's corpse."

Jiang Zongzi couldn't help but said, "It wasn't sudden."

Zhao Butou looked puzzled: "Huh?"

Wan Chong met Jiang Zongzi's deep gaze: "Well, I scattered realgar all over the house. That's why the snake fell."

Zhao Butou suddenly realized: "So that's how it is!" Then he continued to be innocent, "Just, Wan Hanlin, why did you ask me to catch that snake?" It turned out that there was a snake in the sack.

Jiang Zongzi was taken aback.No wonder, Catcher Zhao did disappear for a while just now.

Wan Chong explained: "Shaoyao is most likely the one who killed Yin Fashi, who died of snake venom. After you return to the Yamen, compare the snake fangs with the wound on Yin Fashi's body. If they are the same, then the The snake is the physical evidence."

Catcher Zhao suddenly realized: "So that's the case!" Then he continued to be innocent, "But, I saw that Shaoyao is a weak woman, and she was so scared just now, how could it be..."

Wan Chong smiled coldly: "Just now, Third Young Master Jiang also looks very scared."

Jiang Zongzi's face changed, and he stopped: "What do you mean?"

"It's not interesting." Wan Chong walked straight forward.

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Catcher Zhao said goodbye to his previous position: "Next, I will arrange more people to monitor around the Wei Mansion."

Wanchong nodded: "Yes."

Afterwards, Jiang Zongzi and Wanchong, one behind the other, walked for a while in silence.

In the end, Jiang Zongzi couldn't stand it any longer and called Wanchong back: "Hey, why don't we go to Wei Mansion to explore tonight?"

Wanchong came back to his senses, looked at Jiang Zongzi who was standing restlessly for a while, smiled ambiguously, and leaned closer: "No, tonight, there are others