Startled Meng

When Yan Cijing ran out, he was only wearing a thin long gown, and now he just went on his way without looking back, his gown was filled with the night wind of early winter.

He clenched his hands into fists, his veins were slightly protruding, and he heard "Ci Jing" anxiously and flustered behind him, which made him let go of his hands. After a while, he clenched his sleeves tightly again, and walked towards the backyard with a frosty face.

The weather was too cold, and the shock and loss of accidentally meeting Yu Fangzhi in prison was solidly frozen into his heart, and he fell heavily, crushing Yan Cijing's anticipation and joy not long ago.

He didn't understand, he said he wanted to come to his room to look for his words, why he appeared outside the prison of Flying Woman, still in an extremely concealed posture.

"Ci mirror!"

Yu Fang knew that Yan Cijing was angry, and also knew that he had offended him, but at this moment, he couldn't say anything except for two calls to no avail.

It was probably because the old things were brought up and he was in a complicated mood, or Yan Cijing came too suddenly, and he didn't know how to deal with it at all.

Finally, Yan Cijing stopped in front of the courtyard and asked him, "Have you thought about how to explain it to me?"

Explain why he missed the appointment tonight, explain why he went to see the Sister Fly without the jailer in his name, and explain what he said to the Sister Fly.

Yu Fangzhi fell silent, silently looking at Yan Cijing in front of him.

Yan Cijing looked up, but it was too dark, and the moonlight was dim, and he could only see Yu Fangzhi's cold outline, and he was not even sure whether the person in front of him was Yu Fangzhi.

"you go."

Yu Fangzhi took Yan Cijing's hand and said, "Give me some more time, okay?"

"Okay." Yan Cijing replied quickly, extremely perfunctory, he pulled out his hand, took a few steps back and closed the door, completely isolating Yu Fangzhi with two solid wooden boards.

Yu Fangzhi followed Yan Cijing's temperature into the courtyard, just in time to watch him close the door and even the windows.

After a while, the candles in the room went out, and there was no temperature in the courtyard at all.

Yu Fangzhi felt cold, so he opened the window and entered the room. With a ray of light, he saw Yan Cijing lying quietly on the bed, curled up with his back to him.

Yu Fang knew that he was not asleep, and also knew that he was unwilling to talk to him. After Yan Cijing's breathing was even, he stood for a long time before leaving.

Back at Yu's home, Xiaoqing waited drowsily at the door, Yu Fang knew he hadn't been asked to follow up in the room, so he closed the door and looked for things in the room.

After he was rescued by Duan Chengkong, he followed Yu Wanqian non-stop south to Jiangling.

At that time, he was immersed in the great grief of losing his loved ones. Duan Chengkong and Yu Wanqian had no objection to his arrangements, and he just lived in a daze. He didn't have any relics of his loved ones on his body, only Yan Jingping left him. red rope.

He couldn't count how many times the red rope was soaked by his tears. During the time when Yujia Bieyuan recovered his mood, he kept holding on to the red rope.

Later, he entered the Yu family as Yu Fang Zhi, and began to come into contact with a completely different environment from the Meng family. During the day, the old wounds in his heart were covered by the hustle and bustle, but every time he thought about it late at night, he felt bloody pain.

The pain became more frequent, and he decided to hide this red rope that affected the old injury.

He couldn't reach the high place when he was young, so he raised his hand and hid the red rope in the interlayer of the cabinet.

It is still there today.

The red rope has long been frayed, and the red color has almost faded, only the engraved word "surprise" on the agate bead that the rope passes through is still deep and clear.

Yu Fangzhi sat down on the ground, carefully stroking the grains on the wooden beads with his thumbs, as if he had pressed the gate of memory, and the past and the past flooded in like a tide.

But he finds old things at this moment, not only for nostalgia, but also for the present.

"Father and mother never blamed me, Jingping, I think...you won't blame me either."

"What did you say? You want to tell Mr. Yan your identity? Crazy?"

Duan Chengkong fell down beside the bed after drinking too much, and when Yu Fangzhi woke him up, his face was still blushing.

"What are you going to say? Oh, you suddenly ran to tell people that you are Meng Jingyuan, the son of Meng Xiao, and that you live to avenge your father. I know Lord Yan is in your camp, and he will not betray you, but are you sure? He won't suspect that you are a fool?"

Previously, Yu Fangzhi had told Duan Chengkong about the process of getting acquainted with Yan Cijing in Ye City, except for the inconvenient ones.

Yu Fang knew: "Master Yan caught me visiting the prison."

The Flying Woman was involved with the child, and Duan Chengkong could guess that Yu Fangzhi took the risk to visit the prison because he was thinking about the past, but this was not the reason for Yu Fangzhi to blow himself up.

He couldn't understand: "Why can't you make up a reason? You have to tell the truth?"

Yu Fangzhi shook his head: "No, I don't want to lie to him."

Duan Chengkong was confused, looked out of the dimly lit window, and saw Yu Fangzhi's black eyes, guessing that Yu Fangzhi stayed up all night, his heart was agitated, he couldn't help it, so he came to look for him early in the morning he.

Yu Fangzhi has called Master for many years, but since he grew up, he has mostly made his own decisions when encountering problems. Now it is too rare to talk to Yu Fangzhi before dawn. Duan Chengkong looks at Yu Fangzhi with his eyes. love.

But he was not confused, and asked, "You really value Master Yan so much? Are you really going to tell him about life-threatening matters?"

"Yes."

Yu Fangzhi stood with the backlight, did not close his eyes all night, but when he nodded in recognition, there was no trace of hesitation, the brilliance in his eyes was comparable to the rising sun.

Duan Chengkong was still a little puzzled, he knew what he said before, Mr. Yan met after he went to Beijing, how did he get to the point where he had to meet honestly in just a few months?

Just as he was about to think, he was interrupted by exclamations outside the door.

"Master! Duan Daxia! It's not good, someone from the government is here! It is said that the poisoning of the Flying Lady is related to the young master!"

When the two heard it, they were both shocked.

Just listen to the sound of foreign language in the hospital:

"My language family business has been in business for more than ten years. I have never been short of cats and dogs. I don't do anything wrong. How can I kill people? You said that my son was sent to prison last night by delivering food for Mr. Yan. Since Mr. Yan How did you become a murderer because you just obeyed my orders?"

Yu Wanqian was rich and powerful, and the government soldiers didn't dare to do anything to him. Holding the arrest document, he said with a smile: "This is also the order of Lord Yan... Boss Yu, look..."

"Impossible!" Yu Wanqian slapped the document away, "My son is on good terms with Mr. Yan. My son saved Mr. Yan's life. It is impossible for him to issue such an order!"

"Boss Yu..."

"Father, don't embarrass him, I'll just take a trip." Yu Fangzhi came out, still in the same indifferent manner.

Yu Fangzhi still had prestige in Jiangling. Many people in the government soldiers were sick with epidemic diseases and could not take medicine. They were all distributed by the Yu family for free.

Yu Fang knew whether he was afraid, Yu Wanqian and Duan Chengkong were so anxious to death.

Duan Chengkong remained silent, and exchanged a glance with Yu Fangzhi, Yu Fangzhi shook his head with a smile, and didn't need Duan Chengkong to rescue him.

Yu Wanqian, thinking about Yu Fangzhi's face, passed the officers and soldiers and ordered a carriage, no matter what he couldn't let the whole city come to watch him.

Xiaoqing followed the sedan chair, stomping her feet worriedly, but unfortunately, others spoke lightly, pleading and reasoning were useless, and she really cared about the safety of her young master, so she kept asking if she was hungry, thirsty or not, and the shackles were heavy Do you want some cotton stuffed?

Yu Fangzhi was not nervous at all, and in turn ordered Xiao Qing to deal with the affairs in the shop. His calm appearance made Xiao Qing gradually calm down.

"Prepare hot water in the room. The prison stinks to death. I will take a shower when I come out."

"Young master..." Xiao Qing felt uneasy, "Master Yan won't make things difficult for you, will he?"

"I don't know." Compared to being convicted, Yu Fangzhi was more worried that Yan Cijing would be angry because of his breaking into the prison.

At the same time, he wondered, the fly woman was still energetic last night, why didn't she disappear this morning?

"The murderer put arsenic in a bowl. In the morning, the jailer poured white porridge mixed with arsenic. The prisoner drank it, and then died of poison."

Yan Cijing frowned, glanced at the fly woman who was spitting yellow fluid from the mouth, and died suddenly, and remained silent.

Wu Zuo said everything that should be said, but Lord Yan didn't let him go, and didn't give other orders, so he just stood there stupidly, looking at the master of the torture chamber.

"My lord, the jailer serves porridge three times a day. Arsenic is not an ordinary sluggish poison. The only possibility is that the murderer touched the fly woman's bowl last night. Apart from the jailer's inspection last night, there was only... only Yu Fang knew." Pass."

No one in the government office does not know that Yu Fang knows that he has a close relationship with Mr. Yan. Mr. Yan's words are reasonable and well-founded, but he has no confidence. As for poisoning the prisoner? Could there be some misunderstanding?"

The jailer knocked on the door and came in, almost retching from the foul-smelling body of the Fly Pom, and said with difficulty: "The criminal has been put in jail, will Mr. Yan want him to be interrogated?"

"No need."

After Yan Cijing finished speaking, he left, and the rest of the people looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what Lord Yan meant.

Yu Fang knew that he was suspected, so he immediately arrested him. He was in jail, and nothing happened, but he neither interrogated nor tortured, so he let Yu Fang know to stay in prison. What is this? ?

The master of the torture room guessed: "Master Yan wants to make the young master of the Yu family suffer a little bit, right? The young master is pampered and pampered, and he should soon be unable to bear to tell the truth."

"That's right!" the jailer also said, "The young master didn't lose his temper when he was searched, but he was picky when he entered the prison. The smell was too smelly, the straw was too hard, the bed board was moldy, and he was asked to light up a few more lamps. What are you saying that the light is not good, attracting mice..."

Yan Cijing didn't hear what the master of the torture room and the jailer said, but he knew it after he left the morgue, because Xiao Qing came to make some arrangements, carrying a heavy food box.

"Look, Mr. Yan..." Xiao Qing came to bribe Mr. Yan, but he was not crazy. He knew that he treated Mr. Yan differently, thinking that Mr. Yan could turn a blind eye.

Yan Cijing is not really heartless: "Let go of what you eat, and nothing else."

Yan Cijing looked at the other people brought by Xiaoqing quite speechlessly. They were also brooms, rags, and cushioned pillows. Did they think that going to prison was a blessing?

Xiaoqing nodded with her mouth pursed, put down the food box, bent down to thank Yan Cijing, and took the tray handed over by the jailer.

On the tray were the items that Yu Fangzhi had found during a body search before he was imprisoned.

Money, pens, and knives, what Yan Cijing was most interested in was a gray old cloth bag, which didn't seem like something that Yu Fangzhi would carry with him.

Seeing Yan Cijing staring at the old cloth bag without saying a word, Xiaoqing quickly explained: "The jailer has checked it, and it's just a red string inside. Do you want to see it?"

Yan Cijing asked, "Red string?"

Xiaoqing was carrying the tray, and had no time to untie the cloth bag, saying: "It's an old thing that the young master often held in his hand, and somehow it turned out again."

Fearing that Yan Cijing would misunderstand what poison was in the bag, Xiaoqing put down the tray, untied the cloth bag, took out the red string, and held it up in his hand: "Master Yan, look! Master Yan?"

Xiaoqing saw Yan Cijing walking away, talking to Duan Chengkong, and silently put the red rope back into the bag.

Yan Cijing didn't pay attention to Xiaoqing, because Duan Chengkong waved at him, as if he had something urgent to say, which must have something to do with Yu Fangzhi, so Yan Cijing walked over.

It was inconvenient for others to hear what Duan Chengkong wanted to say, so he walked away with a strict mirror.

"Master Yan, what I want to tell you is the reason why my scoundrel visited the prison last night."

Yan Cijing's eyebrows twitched, and he said, "Say it."

The author says:

Good night!