"Why is Lang Jun looking at his concubine like this?"
The bride's face was flushed red, and her moist, jet-black eyes had a palpitating shimmer, and Liu Zhao couldn't help but look away shyly.
"Madam is very beautiful tonight." Liu Zhao said uncomfortably, "...the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my life."
The red candles flickered around, and Liu Zhao glanced at the melon that was filled with the wine. The melon was divided into two, the handles were connected by a red line, and there was a sake on each side. He swallowed unnaturally, and slightly embarrassedly invited the newly appointed wife to drink together.
"It's getting late... Madam might as well have a drink first, undress and go to bed earlier..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a shy blush spread up from his neck and climbed to the base of his ears and forehead, and a little sweat broke out.
The bride sitting opposite smiled reservedly, her voice soft and shy, "Listen to the prince."
The two reached out and picked up half of the melon, and tilted their upper body slightly. It seemed like a simple action, but Liu Zhao was so nervous that even his fingers were shaking.
"Drinking, drinking..." Liu Zhao grabbed his sleeves awkwardly, and glanced at the bed behind the screen, "Madam, why don't you rest?"
The newlyweds nodded with a chuckle, Liu Zhao seemed to have been greatly encouraged, and stepped forward and picked her up.
Fortunately, the wife in his arms is not heavy, otherwise Liu Zhao may not be able to hold it.
It didn't take long for the bridal chamber to hear the rubbing of the clothes falling, and the slightly ambiguous movements of the newcomer. Knowing the taste of the marrow, Liu Zhao was eating meat for the first time again. Obviously, he didn't know what "moderation" was.
The two newlyweds hadn't slept for long when hurried and flustered footsteps came from outside, awakening Liu Zhao, who had just fallen asleep.
"Madam sleep first, I'll go take a look."
Liu Zhao appeased his new wife, grabbed the outer cloak hanging on the side, put it on his body and got up to open the door.
"Don't look at what day it is tonight?" Liu Zhao was sleepy and tired at the moment, and naturally he couldn't control his temper. He was called out on the wedding night, let alone being aggrieved, "What happened? If it wasn't a big deal. I'll find you to settle the matter tomorrow—"
The servant hurriedly said, "Lang Jun, something big has happened."
"What's the big deal?"
Liu Zhao was a little sober at this moment, and an ominous premonition flashed in his heart.
The servant was so anxious that he said the news so quickly that Liu Zhao lost all sleep.
Wei Ci was assassinated and her body was thrown into the alley...
Liu Zhao's legs softened as soon as he heard it. He knew exactly who Wei Ci was.
"People, people died? Who assassinated them?"
Liu Zhao no longer dared to think about her sister's expression now.
Where did the servant make it clear? Everyone in Wanzhou knew that he was one of the confidants of Duke Lanting. He never expected to be assassinated on the wedding night of Duke Lanting's concubine. Hey, who could have guessed this
Liu Zhao remembered getting angry, and hurriedly went back to the room to change into a normal suit, and before leaving, he told his wife's dowry maid to take care of her.
"Prepare the car and go to Mr. Wei Ci's house!"
When Liu Zhao arrived, there were many people patrolling near Wei Ci's mansion, and the mansion was brightly lit.
"Sister, Mr. Wei—"
Liu Zhao was not blocked, and when he arrived at the main hall of Wei Ci's mansion, he found many acquaintances sitting or standing inside. Ninety percent of Jiang Pengji's confidants were present, and those who were not present were also shining in other states and counties, devoting their limited energy to unlimited work.
"What's wrong?" Jiang Pengji raised her eyes and glanced at him when she heard the movement, "I'm not here to accompany the newlyweds, why are you here to join in the fun?"
Liu Zhao was shocked when he saw Jiang Pengji's appearance, and his right leg froze in the door.
"Sister, I heard that Mr. Wei was assassinated - the younger brother just came to see, has the murderer caught it?"
Jiang Pengji stood in the hall with long hair in a shawl. Except for a large outer robe covering his shoulders, he only wore a crescent-white nightgown.
The bedclothes were stained red with human blood, and although most of the blood had coagulated, it slowly turned from bright red to deep red, still giving people a strong visual impact. Liu Zhao knew who the blood belonged to, either the assassin who killed Wei Ci or Wei Ci himself.
"Murderer? Not caught."
Jiang Pengji was holding the Divine Sword in his arms, and his expression was particularly gloomy. His eyes were clearly black and white, but he gave the illusion of being full of blood. Liu Zhao could feel some kind of aura called "killing intent" from far away, so frightened that the chills on his back rose.
"Mr. Nawei... Sister... My condolences... "
Liu Zhao cautiously tiptoed into the room, and found a relatively safe corner to take a seat.
In this state of Jiang Pengji, she can make people's corpses separate with a slap of her hand.
Liu Zhao didn't want to let her be a widow just after marrying a wife.
Jiang Pengji said coldly, "What condolences, people are not dead yet!"
Liu Zhao's eyes lit up.
People are not dead
Then why did the servant say that Wei Ci was assassinated and was thrown into the alley
After a while, Lang Zhong came to return with his medical kit on his back. The wound on Wei Ci's body was not fatal, but the blood loss was serious. If Jiang Pengji had not discovered it early, causing him to bleed more for half an hour, this little life would not have been recovered.
"Who is so vicious?" Mr. Yuanjing said indignantly, "This is obviously to put filial piety and death!"
The owners of the surrounding houses are all high-rises in Maruzhou, and the guards outside are relatively strict, and there are people patrolling every quarter of an hour.
After Wei Ci was assassinated, he was left at the entrance of the alley, just after the last wave of patrols had left, and there was still a quarter of an hour before the next patrol.
When the patrol officers found Wei Ci, they were afraid that the body would be cold.
The crowd did not investigate why Jiang Pengji was the first to discover Wei Ci, and even if pursued, she would not elaborate.
"Sir, it's getting late. I'll send someone to watch over the matter on Zixiao's side. If the murderer is caught, I'll inform you as soon as possible."
Jiang Pengji persuaded Mr. Yuanjing to go back to the house to rest first. After all, he was old, and Jiang Pengji was reluctant to let him stay up late.
It would be good for Wei Ci to have her staring here, the so-called murderer would not dare to come again.
Do not-
Maybe there is no murderer that everyone thinks.
Jiang Pengji sent Wei Ci back to the mansion and returned to her home. Just after taking a bath and changing her bedclothes, she found that Wei Ci had left the mansion.
It didn't take long for her to find that Wei Ci's life breath was abnormally declining, and she immediately killed him with the Zhan Shen Dao.
From the beginning to the end, except for Wei Ci, who fell in a pool of blood, and the iron-eating beast who was squatting at his feet and kept scratching the ground, she did not find the second person's breath. When Jiang Pengji saw Wei Ci's appearance, she suddenly had the illusion of falling into the ice cellar, as if her blood was about to congeal frost.
The iron-eating beast quickly climbed to her feet, hugging her legs and barking nonstop.
Jiang Pengji tore the sleeves of the nightgown into strips of cloth, and quickly stopped the bleeding for Wei Ci, carried him back, and called Lang Zhong to come over.
People who heard the news came one after another, and everyone was frightened by this incident.
Liu She was late, and as soon as he appeared, Jiang Pengji's knife-like eyes swung at him.