Liu Weiyang and Luo Yue Patriarch were locked in the same room for less than half an hour, when Shui Ning stuck her head in from outside the room and smiled shyly: "Which one is Young Master Yu Mo? Young Master Liu invited him over."
Yu Mo stood up and heard Shui Ning say again: "Daddy asked me to tell you guys that he would like to thank you all for your kindness first. I'm afraid this marriage will be postponed for a while. If you feel bored, you can go anywhere. Walk, but don't go too far, the woods ahead are a little dangerous."
Yan Dan watched Shui Xing and Yu Mo go away, holding the teacup like a smile, "Liu Gongzi really has a hand, and he has settled Lord Taishan so quickly. Not only will they not treat us as murderers, but they will also come to thank you." Liu Wei Yang has always been taciturn, and occasionally he says something convincing. Yan Dan knew that it was only when others saw his temperament that they felt that every sentence he said was the truth, but in fact he was deceived by Palace Master Liu without realizing it.
Tang Zhou walked to the door, looked back and asked, "Would you like to go outside with me?"
Yan Dan also felt that it was not good to stay in the house to get moldy, so he nodded: "Okay."
The two walked side by side along the stream for a while, when Tang Zhou suddenly stopped and put his hand on her neck that was exposed outside the collar: "What is this?"
Yan Dan felt a little itchy when he touched him like this, and hurriedly squatted by the stream to take a picture. The water of the stream was clear, and it was faintly reflected that there was a little redness on her neck. Yan Dan is very puzzled: "I didn't have it yesterday. Could it be that after I fell asleep, a bug crawled in and bit me?"
Tang Zhou was silent for a moment, then suddenly lowered his body and pulled her shoulders. Yan Dan was originally squatting, but when he suddenly pulled him like this, he had to maintain an extremely difficult posture, watching Tang Zhou lowered his head.
"Tang Zhou, you can't bite me even if you're hungry!"
Tang Zhou let go of his hand, compared the two traces very carefully, nodded and said, "It's really different."
Yan Dan fluttered twice, clutching her neck in a desolate way: "Of course it's different, if you want to compare, just bite yourself!" Even if she is not a mortal but a demon, she only has such a skin, and if she bites it badly How can I use it later
Tang Zhou brushed off his sleeves and looked down at her: "If I wanted to compare it myself, I wouldn't be able to bite my neck, right?"
Yan Dan hummed twice and muttered to herself, "Why do I think you did it on purpose..." She turned her head and looked to the other side, only to see the figure of a young man getting closer and closer, holding a scroll in her hand , that boy is Nan Zhao. She remembered the last time she had to strike while the iron was hot to cultivate Nan Zhao into a man who stood up to the sky, but she was interrupted by Liu Weiyang before she said a few words. He's coming right now.
Yan Dan jumped directly from one side of the stream to the other, beckoning: "Nan Zhao!"
Nan Zhao was startled, his hand shook, and the scroll fell to the ground with a bang. Yan Dan saw that he was holding the painting before, and this painting was afraid that it looked like something he cherished.
Yan Dan hurriedly glanced at it, and saw that the rice paper on which the scroll was mounted had turned a little yellow. The woman in the painting was wearing a light lake-colored ice silk shirt, with a pair of shallow pear eddies at the corners of her mouth, her eyebrows like a crescent moon, and her eyes waved. Like water, with a sweet smile, his demeanor is agile, as if he would suddenly jump out of the paper.
She returned the painting to Nan Zhao, and asked casually, "Look at how precious you are to this painting, who is the person in this painting?" When she first saw it, she felt that she had sex with Miss Nongcui. Seven points are similar.
Nan Zhao hugged the painting, thanked him politely and politely, and then said, "This is a portrait of my mother. I was afraid of getting wet. Seeing that the weather is good today, I wanted to take it out for drying."
Yan Dan thought for a while, the woman in this painting was too young, probably Nan Zhao's mother when she was young. Thinking that Nan Zhao's mother had passed away, he could only look at the portrait and think about people. She had been in contact with Nan Zhao several times, and she actually liked this weak and sincere young man very much in her heart.
"Your mother is so beautiful."
Nan Zhao smiled shyly: "My mother was a famous beauty in our family when she was young."
"Hey, don't you want to post the painting, so hurry up." Yan Dan gave him a way and watched him rush over with the painting in his arms. After Nan Zhao had walked for a while, a young man in brocade suddenly appeared from Shaili and slammed into him. Nan Zhao shook his body and was about to fall, but he still hugged the painting tightly.
The young man knocked him to the ground, grabbed the painting scroll in his hand, looked at it, and said coldly, "This kind of woman is a shame to our Luoyue clan, and we still keep this portrait for it. What?" He exerted force with both hands, actually posing as if he was about to tear the painting in half.
Yan Dan looked anxious. If that person came for her, she would have at least a hundred ways to deal with him, but that person came for painting. Will not tear the painting in half with too much force. In a hurry, I saw Tang Zhou's figure flashing, and he simply touched the man's arm holding the painting, tapping the acupoint, grabbing the painting, and landing in one go.
Yan Dan finally made sure of one thing, whether they were demons or Luo Yueren, they all had acupuncture points.
Tang Zhou was obsessed with the scroll, rolled it up gently, frowned inadvertently while doing these things, and then handed the painting to Nan Zhao. He looked down at the young man who was sitting on the ground, and said lightly, "It's not your turn to tear up this portrait."
The young man's face was ashen, and after holding it for a while, he finally spit out a sentence: "Are you, a mortal?"
Yan Dan was stunned for a moment, then remembered that Luo Yue people looked down on mortals.
The young man pointed at Nan Zhao, very bold: "One of you is a mortal, and the other is a savage of a mortal, but one of you is out of breath!"
Tang Zhou frowned slightly, but his expression remained the same as usual.
Nan Zhao lowered his neck, raised his head sharply after a while, and said loudly, "It's true that my father is a mortal, but he is a good person, so my mother will fall in love with him!" He clenched his fists and said in a hurry Then, his face turned red.
Yan Dan couldn't help thinking, Nan Zhao's aura really didn't need her to teach him to be a man of the sky.
The young man gave them a deep look, turned and walked away.
Holding the lost and found painting, Nan Zhao said to Tang Zhou, "Thank you, Brother Tang. Most of the clan don't like mortals. Yilan is the eldest son of the patriarch, so he said some rude words. Please don't mind, Brother Tang."
Tang Zhou nodded slightly, raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "I won't take it to heart."
Yan Dan watched Nan Zhao's back disappear, and just sighed: "Luo Yueren clan has a very deep concept, Nan Zhao is like this, I'm afraid it has suffered a lot."
Tang Zhou was thoughtful and said lightly: "I saw that portrait just now, and I always felt... the people in the painting have a bit of a strange and evil spirit..."
Yan Dan thought about it again, but couldn't think of how a portrait could have an evil spirit, and said with certainty: "Luo Yueren were born a little different from ordinary people, you must be wrong."
When Yan Dan walked back to the room where he was staying, he saw that Yu Mo was already sitting at the table waiting for her. He supported Yi in one hand, frowning slightly, as if thinking of something incomprehensible, and he didn't even notice when she approached.
Yan Dan's heart bulged, and he walked around behind him lightly, just as he was about to put his hands on his shoulders, when he suddenly saw Yu Mo's body slanted, and quickly grabbed her wrists. Yan Dan was startled, couldn't hold back, struggled twice to no avail, and finally fell down on Yu Mo.
She was stupid, guessing that Yu Mo didn't expect this, so she didn't respond for a long time.
Yan Dan looked at him for a moment with eyes to eyes, only to hear Yu Mo cough lightly and whisper, "Did you just hang out?"
Yan Dan still couldn't react a little, and answered vaguely, thinking in his heart, at this time, shouldn't Yu Mo push her away immediately
Yu Mo looked at the two marks on her neck, suddenly stretched out his hand and pressed the back of her neck, touching her forehead and the tip of her nose lightly, and said slowly, "Yan Dan."
Yan Dan only felt that the cold hair was standing upright, thinking over and over, what is he trying to do? Is it to tell your sincerity or plan to kiss her? If it is the first one, should she agree or decline, or be vague? If it's the one in the back, should she stay calm, or just hit him on the head with a teacup
After a while, Yu Mo said slowly, "Palace Master Liu said that he doesn't understand a little bit. In the demons, the things that appear should be seen by at least half of us. But the previous sky-shaking, You haven't seen it, I haven't seen it, and Tang Zhou is a mortal, and naturally he won't see it."
Yan Dan asked blankly, "What are you trying to say?"
"Actually, I don't think it's a big deal. If you've seen it, you might as well just say it. It's not your fault."
Yan Dan understood, and clumsily climbed down from him: "So you want to say this... I said, how is it possible... No! Yu Mo, don't go too far! Don't slander me for no reason, I will definitely, I have never seen the sky! I really haven't seen it, what do you want me to say?!"
Yu Mo's mouth curled into a smile: "I haven't seen it before, why are you so excited?"
Yan Dan was stunned for a moment, then she gritted her teeth and said nothing, she would never tell the scandalous thing she just made.
He stood up and suddenly said, "Do you still want to go out for a walk? The one who died violently last night was stabbed to death with a sword in the chest. I'm planning to go to Yizhuang to see."
This sword slashed from the chest to the rib, the initial strength has been dissipated, and finally only a shallow scratch was made.
When Yan Dan and Yu Mo arrived at Yizhuang, Liu Weiyang had already arrived one step early, standing on the edge of the coffin with positive and negative hands. He heard the sound of footsteps behind him, without even raising his head, Gu Zi stretched his hand into the coffin, raised the arm of the corpse, and stretched out his stiff fingers to look at it.
In this situation, Yan Dan actually wanted to joke about it, Young Master Liu, you really care about this matter, after all, it's also about your life. Unexpectedly, as soon as she saw Liu Weiyang turning her head expressionlessly, the words turned to her mouth and she swallowed it with a grunt.
She was still not fat enough after all.
Yu Mo took the first two steps and asked in a low voice, "How?"
Liu Weiyang shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "The wound is uneven, and the depth is uneven. It seems that the sword is very blunt, a bit like the kind that has never been sharpened."
After Yu Mo heard the words, he pondered for a moment: "If it is a sword that has never been sharpened and stabbed Mrs. in the front, then this murderer's kung fu should be very good, but looking at the strength of the sword, it seems that the man's kung fu is different. Very ordinary... Brother Liu, according to what you mean, this murderer should be someone familiar to Madam?"
Liu Weiyang nodded and said again: "This is just speculation, it's not enough."
Yan Dan walked to the edge of the coffin, leaned on the edge of the wood and looked down, only to see that the woman lying in the coffin was already some years old, with a few shallow wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, but she looked a bit like Nan Zhao's mother. resemblance. Nan Zhao, Nong Cui, and Shui Nong are cousins, so their mothers should also be sisters, so it's no wonder they look alike.
She had seen the mortal corpse perform an autopsy, so she reached out to break the chin of the corpse, but before she could touch it, she was pulled by Yu Mo. Yu Mo looked at her helplessly: "What do you want to do?"
Yan Dan replied as he should: "An autopsy."
Yu Mo flexed his fingers to touch his forehead, even more helpless: "This is not your turn, before that, a doctor from the Luoyue Clan has carefully looked at it, whether it is the lady's mouth, fingernails, or even her hair. I checked and there is no trace."
Yan Dan snorted and withdrew his hand regretfully.
While they were talking, a slender figure walked into Yizhuang. Yan Dan heard the footsteps and looked back subconsciously, only to see that it was Nongcui from the Luoyue clan who came in. Without looking sideways, she went straight to Liu Weiyang, with a smile on her face and a soft voice: "I went to find you, but you weren't there. I only found out that you came to Yizhuang after asking others."
Liu Weiyang glanced at her noncommittally and said nothing.
"Don't be so indifferent all the time. When my mother's mourning period is over, I'm going to marry you." Nongcui reached out and pulled the other's wrist. Who knew that before she touched her, Liu Weiyang suddenly grabbed her neck and said indifferently, "Mrs. passed away last night. Since you were the first to arrive, what did you see?"
Yan Dan was stunned, she knew that Liu Weiyang was a little taciturn, but she didn't expect him to be so rude.
Nongcui raised her hand to break his fingers, her pretty face flushed from suffocation, she said with difficulty, "I... no..."
Liu Weiyang slowly let go of his hand: "You don't have to say it, do you really think you can stop me with your Luoyue people?"
Nongcui clutched her neck and coughed violently, raised her sleeves to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes, and suddenly stood up straight, a flame burning in her eyes: "Ever since I saw you, there is only one Xuanxiang in my heart. That's all. I'm thinking about you, what's wrong with that?" She finally glanced at Yan Dan and Yu Mo, who had turned the pestle into a display, and said with a slight smile, "Miss Yan, do you think I'm saying these words very funny? Shameless, without the slightest bit of restraint?"
Yan Dan didn't expect that she would ask herself, so she said awkwardly: "Folk customs, it's just different folk customs."
Nongcui raised her face, looked directly at Liu Weiyang, and said without shyness: "I know you don't like being persecuted, and today, you are no longer the Xuanxiang of the past, and I consciously have no place where I can't stand against you. And I also know that you can't wait to leave here immediately, so in this matter, I did hide some words from my father and them. Just because, I want to keep you. His Royal Highness Xuanxiang - whether you are or not, if If you want to leave, I will tell all the clansmen that the murderer who killed my mother is you."
Liu Weiyang's face was expressionless, but his sleeves moved slightly, and he was already holding the green jade flute.
Nongcui didn't see Liu Weiyang's subtle movement at all, and said to himself: "Last night, when I arrived, my mother still had a breath, and she told me that it was a curse. I wanted to do it again. Ask clearly, but my mother can't hold it anymore. She just said, it's a curse."