But Ding Mengxuan, staying alone in an empty room on a winter night, fell asleep in a trance while lying on the incense quilt. In the haze, a fragrant and fragrant fragrance floated up, and then she saw He Chenglin gently pushing open the door and walking towards her with a spring look on his face and a smile on his face.
Ding Mengxuan's clear eyes flashed with tears, and he asked dreamily: "Are you... a human or a ghost?"
Infinite sadness emerged in He Chenglin's deep eyes, and he said faintly: "Of course it's a ghost. After I died, Lord Yan thought that I died unjustly, so he allowed me to come back to see you...
"Madam, although you and I are separated by yin and yang, we still have this unfinished love between humans and ghosts. It can be seen that you and I were destined in the past life. Yan Jun also said to me that we were supposed to be a long-term husband and wife and grow old together in this life; we just met because of evil obstacles. , I unfortunately met my enemy from my previous life, and that’s why I ended up like this..."
The resentment in Ding Mengxuan's heart rose like a flame. She pursed her lips and said angrily: "Husband, tell me, who killed you?"
He Chenglin sighed softly and said: "Mengxuan, please forgive me for not telling you. Because the enemy is too despicable and insidious. If I tell you, with your character, you will desperately fight for him. Wouldn't that be counterproductive?" Did it hurt you?"
Ding Mengxuan's moist eyes showed a determined look, "I'm not afraid! Husband, do you know? Since your death, I have been walking like a zombie all day long. Rather than living like this, I would rather fight with the enemy who killed you. Go away with this worthless life! So now I am not afraid of anything, as long as I can avenge my husband..."
He Chenglin's dark eyes were like a bottomless pool, and he said in a deep voice: "How do you seek revenge on him?"
Ding Mengxuan said resolutely: "Report him to your parents!"
He Chenglin said sadly: "You cannot prove him by just relying on your words; moreover, if they ask you how you know this, and you answer that I told you in a dream - just imagine who will believe this. ?”
Ding Mengxuan raised his eyebrows and said through his teeth: "Then I will kill him with my own hands! I will risk my life and die with him! Then I will go find you, and then we can be together forever..."
He Chenglin's eyes are affectionate and full of endless love. He gently put his face against her ear and whispered, "Okay, I'll tell you who this person is..."
The rooster sang three times and the sky was bright. Ding Mengxuan opened his eyes in confusion and slowly sat up from the bed.
What happened last night - no, it should be said that the beautiful dream she had last night was still fresh in her mind.
She clearly remembered that He Chenglin told her that his murderers were: Ling Yun, the guard commander of the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Punishment, and Yu Qingcheng, the proprietress of the silk shop.
She still remembered that He Chenglin told her before leaving that he would come again tomorrow night.
She had already lost all hope, but now He Chenglin's ghost suddenly appeared and had a tryst with her, causing her inner lake that was originally like a pool of stagnant water to ripple again.
But she was also very scared, afraid that the things that happened last night and that dream-like relationship between humans and ghosts were really just a dream!
If this is the case, then He Chenglin will not come again tonight, and he will just be happy...
She just spent the day in confusion and confusion.
Finally it was evening again. She lay quietly on the bed, the desolate night, the watery moonlight, the swaying candlelight, and the ticking ticking adding to the infinite sadness and sadness in her heart.
Ding Mengxuan was in her reverie when she suddenly felt the lingering fragrance in front of her, refreshing her heart and mind. It was as if she had drunk the rich and fragrant wine, her mind became in a trance, and everything in front of her eyes became blurred and unreal...
In the haze, He Chenglin pushed the door in with a smile on his face, and gently approached her bedside. The two of them were in love with each other, their ears and temples were rubbing against each other, their affection was as tender as water, it was like a cloud of love and rain...
In the next month, He Chenglin would quietly come here at night to have a tryst with Ding Mengxuan every now and then.
The two of them fell in love with each other and played in the water together, which was very pleasant. Ding Mengxuan was intoxicated and full of affection, immersed in the whirlpool of love and couldn't extricate himself.
Seeing that Ding Mengxuan's radiant face and bright eyes were no longer the lost, pale and haggard appearance of before, her girl Qiyu felt curious, but could not ask directly, so she could only observe in secret.
Let’s go back to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice.
Two months ago, the news of the bloodbath at Feiyun Villa was reported to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice. When the guards passed the case report about this matter submitted by the local officials to Lu Wenzheng's desk, Ling Yun stood aside.
When he learned the news, he was shocked. As if struck by lightning, he was speechless for a while, and his face immediately turned as pale as paper.
At that moment, he felt that his mind was in a trance, and his eyes were going black. He could hardly support his shaky body.
Xu Zhi, who was standing aside, hurriedly supported him and said, "Commander Ling, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Yun forcibly suppressed the somewhat chaotic aura in his body, tried his best to stabilize his scattered mind, and said feebly: "It's nothing..."
Seeing that his face was very ugly, Lu Wenzheng couldn't help but feel very worried and said with concern: "Commander Ling, are you feeling unwell? Why don't you let someone serve you first and go back and have a rest!"
Ling Yun reluctantly waved his hand and said: "No need... By the way, sir, do you know if there are still any survivors in Feiyun Villa?"
Lu Wenzheng said: "According to the case reports reported by the local government, no one alive has been found in Feiyun Villa yet."
After hearing this, Ling Yun felt a chill in his heart, the kind of cold that penetrated his heart from the inside out; his face was so cold that his teeth were chattering.
Seeing Ling Yun's somewhat out-of-control look, Lu Wenzheng couldn't help but sigh softly and said nothing.
He pondered for a moment, then turned to tell Yang Zhen: "You should immediately lead people to Feiyun Villa. Be sure to investigate and collect evidence carefully to see if there are any other relevant and valuable clues."
Yang Zhen snorted, bowed to Mr. Lu, then turned around and hurried out.
Ling Yun suddenly changed his mind and called him: "Wait a minute, I'll go with you!"
Lu Wenzheng was very worried about his current physical condition, so he tried to persuade him: "Commander Ling, if you are not feeling well, please don't go now."
A heavy layer of sadness suddenly appeared in Ling Yun's eyes; he shook his head gently and said firmly: "Don't worry, sir, I'll be fine. This trip to Feiyun Villa is very important to me, so I must go!"
Ling Yun and Yang Zhen were ordered to lead their guards Feng Feng Huohuo to Feiyun Villa, which had been ravaged by Tian Xiao's people. All they saw was a ruin that had been plundered by fire.
There are ruins everywhere, desolate and desolate; corpses charred by fire are scattered on the ground, unrecognizable and unrecognizable.
Ling Yun suddenly felt so scared! Who knows if among these horrific corpses, there might also be those from Lian Tingzhong and Lian Nanchun!
Thinking of Lian Nanchun's sad tears and sad words when he said goodbye to him in the past, the intense guilt in his heart almost made him breathless!
In the past, this place used to be a paradise with courtyards and fences, chickens and dogs chatting with each other, white hair hanging down, and people enjoying themselves; but now it is a paradise on earth with broken stones and rubble, blurred blood, and corpses strewn all over the ground, making it a hell on earth.
The strong contrast and contrast violently shocked Ling Yun's painful and bleeding heart. He was hesitant, he was in pain, and he was asking over and over again: Chun'er, are you dead or alive? where are you? …
Yang Zhen saw that Ling Yun's face was pale and his expression was extremely ugly. He couldn't help but think of how he was in so much pain when he was in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice. He couldn't help but worry: "Brother Ling, are you feeling unwell again? Let me tell you, this time Shouldn't you be here in the first place - otherwise, let Wang Quan and the others serve you and go back first!"
"I'm really fine..." Ling Yun weakly put his hand on his forehead and lowered his head. After stabilizing his scattered thoughts, he reluctantly cheered up and regained his original majestic demeanor, "Yang Zhen, immediately arrange for them to split up and deal with the scene!"
Yang Zhen glanced at him in confusion, and finally said nothing more; he just nodded submissively and said: "Okay."...
"In the heart of spring, there are no flowers to compete with each other, every inch of lovesickness and every inch of gray..."
When Ling Yun was worried about the situation of Lian Nanchun and others, Lian Nanchun was also missing him.
She sat alone on the deer rock in the wilderness outside the Hermitage Villa, silently reciting these two lines of poetry, her eyes becoming wet.
In the desolate wind, a desolate beauty stands alone; the beauty who was once the most magnificent and the most beautiful woman in the country is now pale and haggard, looking pitiful.
I don't know since when, Lian Nanchun often came here alone, and stayed in this empty and lonely wilderness for a long time. Sometimes it gets dark and she doesn't want to go back.
At this time, the dark clouds in the sky were getting heavier and heavier, approaching the top of the head, only oppressing the person's chest and shortness of breath, making it difficult to breathe. It is going to rain.
But she didn't seem to notice, still sitting blankly, without even changing her posture.
After a while, there was thunder and lightning, strong winds, and heavy rain. However, Lian Nanchun still sat blankly, motionless, letting the violent storm ruthlessly wreak havoc on her body.
Lian Xuanzhong, Pingming Monk, Li Gang and others finally found Lian Nanchun after a lot of effort. When everyone came back, they were all soaked in the rain and were in a very embarrassed state.
Lian Xuanzhong complained: "Chun'er, what's wrong with you? You've been in a state of despair all day. You seem like a different person compared to before!"
Lian Nanchun was silent. She raised her face and tears fell down unconsciously.
Lian Xuanzhong sighed: "Chun'er, why are you doing this? Is it worth shedding tears for such a heartless person?"
