During the reign of Emperor Xianzong, in the beginning of May in the forty-three years, it was summer time.
Liangyi City in Guangling County is deadly. The corpse gas and the heavy fog that can't be opened lingered here, the whole city was dead silent, the banner hanging in front of the restaurant showed a hole, and there was no wind, but it swayed gently back and forth.
The side streets were littered with dead corpses, and the corpses were overgrown with maggots, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.
Suddenly, the sound of hooves breaking the silence, a few black horses headed, surrounded by a very ordinary carriage galloping down the official road, splashing a little dust.
The carriage is nothing but ordinary, but as long as someone with a good heart can identify it carefully, they can find the special inscriptions engraved on the shaft of the carriage, the flowers, birds, fish and beasts, as well as the glazed pendants hanging on the rim, all of which no longer reveal the identity of the person inside the carriage.
This is the exclusive status symbol of the Dajin royal family.
The carriage went straight to the most prosperous part of Liangyi City, and stopped in front of a high-rise gate.
The people in this mansion were obviously in a hurry. There was a burden on the ground that was too late to pick up. The door was open, and from the outside, you could see the knocked down screen wall and the smashed flowers and trees in the courtyard. Bloodstains can be seen everywhere, all silently telling people what this mansion has experienced.
The leading man in black got off the horse, rolled up the curtain of the carriage, and said in a low voice, "His Royal Highness, it's here."
A slender white hand then grabbed the edge of the carriage, and the man inside bent out and slowly got off the carriage.
He is only eleven or twelve years old, and his face is still very young, but the contours of his face have already shown a bit of beauty. Dressed in a thin shirt with Xuanshang, the white-collar that stood up was embroidered with a group of pythons in gold inscriptions. His long and narrow eyes swept across the messy mansion, with a depth that did not match his age.
He walked up the steps step by step, like a god incarnated into the world.
He stopped at the gate and glanced over every piece of land in the mansion inch by inch.
After that, the thin lips of His Highness lightly opened: "Search."
"Yes!" The men in black behind him responded in unison, and went in to search.
The young His Royal Highness went to the back garden along the nine-curved corridor by himself, picked up a blood-stained magnolia flower from the ground, and listened to the report of the personal guard on the situation of the mansion.
"His Royal Highness, there are more than 120 people from the Mengfu Spiritual Clan, all of them died unreasonably. The murderer was ruthless and killed, and he was well prepared. The outbreak of the plague in Liangyi City was faked, so that local officials dared not come to check the situation. The city of Liangyi is no different from the dead city now, and I'm afraid no one knows that the famous fortune-teller Meng's group was tragically wiped out."
Sheng Jiayan's eyes narrowed slightly, he pulled a sharp arrow from the body of a servant, and looked at the fine lines on the arrowhead. On it is the logo of the Lin family, the current king of spices, and Sheng Jiayan sneered and threw the arrow to the ground.
The guard immediately stepped forward: "His Royal Highness, do you want to send someone to check on the Lin family?"
"No, it's just a trick." Sheng Jiayan held a bloody magnolia flower in his hand, and walked in the courtyard with corpses as if he were walking in his own courtyard, with a casual composure.
"His Royal Highness, I found it, and there's still a catch!" The call of the guard not far away made Sheng Jiayan stop. He almost didn't think about it, turned around and walked quickly in that direction.
Walking on the damp and dark steps, listening to the slight sound of water droplets falling on the ground, Sheng Jiayan could see the ragged girl huddled in the corner with the help of the weak firelight.
She leaned tightly against the corner, half of her face buried in her arms, only those bright eyes stared vigilantly at the incoming person.
The two smears of carmine at the end of the eyes are very conspicuous.