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He put the brush back on and hung it up, then poured out the remaining ink from the two inkstones on the table, stacked them together and put them away, then hurriedly washed his hands and walked back to her.
"I want to stay?" Lang Linling laughed at himself.
Shangguan Jinghong watched Xiang'er playing with it calmly, his eyes seemed to fall on the painting on the table, the embryonic form of a flower.
"Excuse me, the painting is not finished yet."
“Nothing is good, it can create infinite possibilities.”
Lang Linling saw the maid closing the door, but she suddenly fell down on the quilt and sobbed softly.
"Don't cry, young lady... You really should let the prime minister give me a good scolding."
Lang Linling closed her eyes. "You were there when they were playing chess that day, weren't you? Who would believe that you were unwilling to give up the left wing of the Lang family? Grandpa was already unhappy in his heart, but he just didn't say it out loud. Why doesn't he stop?"
In the letter home, my husband has said some serious words.
"Hey, Miss..."
The best bedroom.
When Fang Ming and Jing Qing went in, they saw Shangguan Jinghong standing beside the bed, bending over as if picking something up inside.
The two exchanged glances and looked carefully, then became a little frightened. Shangguan Jinghong was picking up the hair on the pillow and then putting them into the purse in his hand one by one very seriously.
Shangguan Jinghong saw Fang Ming staring at him blankly, and put the purse into his arms, "Yeah, it's very similar to Uncle Fang's. She always has a lot of these things."
Fang Ming's eyes and nose felt a little sore, and he heard Shangguan Jinghong instruct Jing Qing: "Go to the dungeon and ask Dong Ning to disguise herself and come over, and tell her that I want to find someone to accompany me for a drink.
Jing Qing bit his lip, then stomped out.
Fang Ming poured a glass of water for Shangguan Jinghong, then gritted his teeth and wanted to kneel down to apologize, but he saw Shangguan Jinghong's eyelids drooping slightly and asked: "Uncle Fang, when I walked out of the east gate, there were girls like clouds. Although they were like clouds, they were not what I thought of. Have you heard of this poem?"
Fang Ming became more and more frightened. Seeing him muttering something, there was a loud "bang" and the cup in his hand was crushed.
The porcelain piece sank into the palm of his hand, but he remained as quiet as before.
That night, the Lang family left the village.
Qiaochu stroked her belly and stared at the ceiling of the bed. She felt a little uncomfortable. She changed into a new human face, a human skin mask of an ordinary woman. She still had to use the human face for the time being, unless she got the antidote for Jueyan Pill.
Chapter 320
As she was thinking, she suddenly heard the beauty's voice coming from outside, and then it disappeared. At this time, the beauty next door should be asleep... She didn't hear it clearly, but she felt that there was a hint of panic in the voice. Her heart tightened, and she immediately got dressed, got out of bed, and quietly walked behind the door.
The door suddenly opened with a creak.
A few days later, late at night.
The streets of Chaoge were so quiet that it seemed that the only sound was the wheels of their carriage.
Inside the car, Dong Ning was still feeling uneasy.
In the past few nights, Shangguan Jinghong asked her to drink with him every night. She was afraid of Shangguan Jinghong's eagle-like sharp eyes and the increasingly deep depression in his eyes.
The human skin mask was made by her, and Qiaochu said that Shangguan Jinghong would look for clues from her. She regretted not listening to Qiaochu and left.
At that time, I thought that staying would allow me to keep an eye on Shangguan Jinghong's movements and send a letter to warn him if necessary; secondly, it would also ensure Qiaochu's safety and temporarily prevent Lang Linling from doing anything.
Shangguan Jinghong loved her after all, and he didn't blame her, or even ask her a question, but just asked her to drink with him. But the invisible huge pressure from him made her more and more uneasy. When he was drunk, he said that Qiaochu was in danger and he had to find her as soon as possible.
Fortunately, Shangguan Jinghong didn't know that she actually knew Qiaochu's whereabouts.
Because, according to common sense, in order to prevent being caught, Qiaochu would not tell anyone where he was going, and Shangguan Jinghong did not know about Lang Linling.
She wanted to go back to the Qin Mansion.
However, Shangguan Jinghong has not reported the news of Fang Jing's disappearance to the emperor yet, nor has he approved her "appearance". She can only stay in Prince Rui's Mansion, but tonight she really can't bear it anymore. She dare not be alone with Shangguan Jinghong anymore.
She was afraid to see his eyes that concealed the pain, and even more afraid that he would find out that she knew the secret of Qiaochu's whereabouts.
She told Shangguan Jinghong that if she disguised herself as a maid, she would inevitably meet Qingling, but living in the dungeon was too boring, so she wanted to disguise herself and stay with Prince Ning for a few days.
Shangguan Jinghong said that things were not going well with Prince Ning as something had happened in the past few days.
She asked him what was going on, and his face was slightly serious. He just said that they would handle it. He knew that she and Qingling had a grudge, so he asked her if she was willing to go to Zong Pu.
She hadn't seen Prince Ning and Perrin come over in the past few days, and she knew that things on Prince Ning's side must be tricky. She hesitated for a moment and agreed.
Just as she was thinking about it, Zong Pu, who had been sitting next to her and reading quietly by the kerosene lamp in the car, suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms.
She was startled and struggled, "Zong Pu, what are you doing? What did you promise Brother Jinghong before you left?"
Zong Pu said calmly: "I won't do anything to you. If you don't want to, I will send you back to Prince Rui's Mansion."
Dong Ning gritted her teeth and finally stopped moving.
He then held her in his arms, holding her in his arms as he read. Sometimes, he would read aloud, and his breath would blow on the thin and tender skin on her neck, causing her to tremble slightly...
At the same time, in the study of Prince Rui’s palace.
As soon as Dong Ning left, Shangguan Jinghong withdrew his gaze from the door. Although there were many secret guards guarding outside, he still said, "Close the door."
Jing Qingben was standing with Jing Ping and Fang Ming. Upon hearing this, he hurried over to close the door.
"Are you sure?"
The person asking the question was a man who slowly walked out from behind the screen. He was none other than Prince Ning, who had been involved in some tough issues recently.
"I was just suspicious before, but now it's confirmed." Shangguan Jinghong raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing his first smile in so many days.
Prince Ning asked suspiciously, "Why are you so sure? You have kept me from meeting Xiaoyao these past few days. Why?"
"Normally, Qiaochu wouldn't tell anyone where he was going. I didn't want to miss any opportunity, so I did this to test him. I didn't expect..." Shangguan Jinghong paused, then continued, "If Dong Ning was just afraid of facing me, she wouldn't choose to leave Prince Rui's Mansion. If I told her that you had something to do, she would even prefer to hide with Zong Pu. She and Zong Pu already have a deep rift. Unless she knows Qiaochu's whereabouts, I'm afraid I'll find out."
Everyone was delighted when they heard this. They hadn't found any news about Qiaochu in the past few days. Shangguan Jinghong drank heavily every night. Almost everyone began to lose heart. It turned out that Shangguan Jinghong never gave up. He was still drunk like the previous few days, but his eyes were sharp and sharp.
Shangguan Jinghong quickly stopped smiling and stared down at the candlelight on the table.
Fang Ming asked, "Now that we know the whereabouts of Master Qiao, what else do you have to worry about?"
"Because she shouldn't have let anyone know her whereabouts, even if it was someone she trusted. This was the most appropriate way to do it. But she told Dong Ning. Isn't that strange?"
Prince Ning hesitated for a moment and whispered, "Old Eight, do you think there is a mystery in this?"
"Um."
Jing Qing thought of something at this time, and said worriedly: "Even if Miss Dong Ning knew the whereabouts of Master Qiao, she would never tell it. She is not a prisoner in Master Zong's prison. We can use torture to force her..."
When Jing Qing said this, everyone felt depressed.
A gleam of light flashed across Shangguan Jinghong's eyes, "I have a way to make her say it."
"I'm afraid that God will never grant people's wishes."
Everyone was surprised and happy, but suddenly they heard Shangguan Jinghong say lightly. This man has never been afraid of heaven or earth, nor of ghosts or gods, but it was the first time they heard him say such words.
Prince Ning patted him on the shoulder heavily, "Old Eight, you think too much..."
"Well, I will report Fang Jing's disappearance to my father in the next two days so that Dong Ning can return home. Zong Pu got the chance tonight for free."
Everyone laughed when they heard this, and Shangguan Jinghong also laughed, but Jing Ping found that there was still a gloom in his eyes.
Prince Ning smiled, but his face was heavy. "Fang Jing is missing. Father must be unhappy and think you are not doing your job well."
The joyous mood of the crowd was instantly extinguished. The prince would surely say that Shangguan Jinghong intended to murder the woman he loved most. Although the emperor might not believe it, he would still be suspicious. After all, it was too strange that Dong Ning was found but Fang Jing suddenly disappeared.
At this time, Laotie's voice came from outside the door, and Jingping went to open the door.
Lao Tie came in and reported to Shangguan Jinghong: "Master, there has been no movement in the past few days."
Shangguan Jinghong nodded. When everyone was wondering, King Ning asked, "Old Eight, what happened again?"
Shangguan Jinghong tapped the table with his hand and said slowly: "I found something strange."
Chapter 321
She arrived at the clan's mansion last night. After a day and night, Dong Ning felt like every day was a year.
Fortunately, Shangguan Jinghong's message came through, and asked Zong Pu to take her back to Prince Rui's Mansion later tonight, and then transfer her from Prince Rui's Mansion to the General's Mansion. Shangguan Jinghong will report Fang Jing's matter to the court tomorrow.
It was already night, and she lay in bed waiting for time to pass.
The rich fragrance of flowers outside the window came in through the window gap. She felt a little tired and slowly closed her eyes.
She didn't know how long it had been, but suddenly, a faint moaning sound came from the door. She woke up suddenly and turned her eyes, only to find that the scenery in the room was completely different.
She was startled, and in a trance, she felt a pain in her head and a dizzy feeling. She realized that she was dreaming.
What you worry about during the day, you dream about at night.
The candle on the table was dim, the window was open, it was pitch black outside, the wind blew in quietly, and the sound of dripping water like liquid dripping to the ground mixed with moans came from the door again.
She considered herself to be quite brave, but she was frightened at this moment. She just wanted to wake up quickly, but the sound outside the door became clearer and clearer. The sound of raindrops hit the ground one by one, and it seemed to hit her heart.
She made up her mind, got out of bed, walked to the door, suddenly opened it, and then screamed. On the ground, there was a woman lying, covered in blood, and blood was dripping from her body onto the ground.
The disheveled face looked at her coldly with half-closed bloodstained eyes—
"Sister Qiao, weren't you at the Lang Family Villa? How did you come into my dream? Did Concubine Lang...did she really harm you? I should go with you to protect you, I..."
She choked up and went to help her, but suddenly a chill came from behind and a hand quickly grabbed her waist...
At night, the courtyard was quiet and a rotten smell seeped out from deep inside the house.
Under the hazy moon, the center of the courtyard was pooled with blood, as if human eyes were staring coldly at these uninvited guests.
…
Half an hour later, in the dungeon of Prince Rui's mansion.
Everyone looked at the man drinking beside the hot spring in fear.
No one dared to say anything, as everyone saw how cruel and bloody the aura in his eyes was.
Suddenly, he stumbled to his feet and smashed the wine jars on the ground one by one.
"Don't do this..."
Among the crowd, a woman covered her face and cried. The man turned around suddenly, his eyes were like poisoned knives, staring at her fiercely, and smiled coldly: "Don't force me to kill you, if I had known earlier..."
As he spoke, he staggered towards the iron gate, "I can't mess around..."
Someone helped the woman who had fallen to the ground up, "Xiaoyao, don't do this."
Dong Ning's eyes were filled with tears. She choked with sobs and stared blankly at the man in front of her.
Zong Pu sighed and hugged her in his arms, "It's not your fault, it's not anyone else's fault."
Dong Ning did not struggle this time. She was in pain and at a loss as to what to do. She thought of the dream she had two hours ago.
Someone attacked her waist, and she was so shocked that she forgot to fight back...
Until I was held tightly in someone's arms, that familiar breath -
At the door, a bloodstained Qiaochu slowly stood up from the ground. Her whole body made a creaking sound, as if her tendons and bones were broken. She shook violently, "Bone-shrinking skills, when you reach the highest level, your body can stretch and retract freely. You..."
Qiaochu's figure suddenly changed from petite to tall, and his eyes turned cold and thin. "Although I can't tell the disguise from the appearance like Xia Haibing, but I taught you the art of disguise. When I taught you the art of disguise, I told you that if you don't learn the art of bone shrinking, you will never be able to reach the highest level of disguise."
If Zong Pu hadn't been holding her tightly from behind, she would have fallen to the ground.
She smiled bitterly, watching people walking towards her from both sides of the corridor: Prince Ning, Lao Tie, Jing Ping, Jing Qing... Qiao Chu slowly uncovered her face, took off her wig, and with a flick of his robe, his figure disappeared from sight.
She was very familiar with the appearance after the change. It was her brother, the man who taught her the memoir of disguise.
"It's not a dream... I thought that even if he had doubts, he would just force me to ask me, and I just had to keep quiet..."
Everyone looked at her, then quickly followed the man and left.
She cried and laughed at the same time. Behind her, Zong Pu whispered, "Yes, it was not a dream. It was a hallucinogenic drug. This is your brother's villa. Qiaochu once lived here."
…
Shangguan Jinghong searched the three villas of the Lang family overnight.
The third villa was located in the suburbs. There were no slaves or servants, only a pool of blood in the courtyard, which stretched like a broken string of beads all the way to the door and then broke.
The bloodstains were not fresh, they were from a few days ago.
The outstanding master and servant seemed to come and go in a hurry overnight.
Lang Linling's bedroom.
Xiang'er trembled as she helped Lang Linling to step aside. Lang Linling quietly looked at the painting on the table that was overturned by the man. The inkstone was tilted, and thick and thin ink poured all over the floor, dripping.
The man in front of him had a face as hard as ice and cruel eyes, like a Shura from the depths of hell.
"Tell me, where did you move Qiaochu from the other village? If you don't tell me, don't blame me for being rude to the Lang family. Tonight, I will kill your maid first."
My heart felt heavy, as if something was pressing on me. Qiaochu slowly opened his eyes, but what he saw was a