Hearing Sima Yu ask about the identity of Xin Xin, Fan Zunyang smiled slightly and said: "Yes, the so-called 'five golden flowers' in our office are called Peony, Begonia, Fengxian, Snow Lotus, and Winter Plum. Head Sima might as well take a guess. , which one of them is she?"
Sima Yu's heart moved and he said clearly: "Just now you called her 'Mei' sister, but there was a hint of displeasure in her eyes. It seems that she is not satisfied with this title."
Fan Zunyang said approvingly: "Head Sima is indeed wise. After all, Hanmei ranks at the bottom of the five concubines. It is inevitable that Mei Mei will feel resentful. Fortunately, the future is long and she will definitely have a lot to do."
Although Sima Yu could tell that Fan Zunyang was perfunctory, he had no intention of going into details and just gave an unambiguous hum.
At this time, Fan Zunyang coughed and said, "Since Fan has solved Sima's doubts, I wonder if Sima can reciprocate the favor?"
Sima Yu paused secretly, and said calmly as his mind was racing: "It depends on what question you ask."
Fan Zunyang smiled and said: "Then let Fan be overstepped. May I ask if the previous leader of your sect, Li Yuanzong, died at the hands of the leader of Sima?"
Sima Yuwan did not expect Fan Zunyang to ask such a question, and he suddenly became angry and snorted coldly: "You have indeed overstepped your bounds."
Fan Zunyang said seriously: "Fan will naturally not let his allies suffer. As long as the head of Sima tells the truth, he can ask Fan a question of equal value later."
Sima Yu still said coldly: "Why are you interested in Li Yuanzong's death?"
Fan Zunyang said calmly: "Everyone is curious, and Fan is no exception."
Sima Yu looked puzzled, and finally nodded and said: "There is indeed something behind Li Yuanzong's death, but he was not killed by me."
Fan Zunyang said softly, his deep gaze swept over him, and then he bowed and said politely: "Thank you, Master Sima, for your honesty. Fan is honored."
Sima Yu snorted: "I don't need to be honored. I just hope you can answer me truthfully. Who leaked the truth to you?"
Fan Zunyang smiled silently and said tepidly: "Fan's previous question was only about 'yes and no'. The head of Sima should do the same, so as not to violate the agreement of 'equal value'."
Sima Yu hesitated for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "Okay, then I ask you, are you Xiao——Feng Chuxiao?"
Fan Zunyang looked calm and said straightforwardly: "No, how can a mere mortal like Fan be able to have supernatural powers and directly inquire about the ghosts in the underworld? This question from the head of Sima is really a waste."
Sima Yuli stared at it, his expression changing with a trace of relief, and he said calmly: "I know whether it is a waste, but this 'equivalent' agreement between you and me should be more than that."
Fan Zunyang nodded and said: "Fan naturally knows it, so out of friendship, Fan can give Sima Chief more information."
"If you just asked whether it was leaked by someone from Bahuang Yuwu, then Fan's answer will definitely make you understand."
Sima Yu was stunned when he heard the words, and just when he felt a little regretful, he heard a series of faint shouts. In the blink of an eye, the sound became clearer and clearer, and there were even more cluttered steps that filled his ears.
Knowing that this game was coming to an end, Sima Yu tried his best to cheer up. At first glance, he saw a purple crowd approaching rapidly from the southwest. Roughly speaking, there were a hundred people away.
There were two people in the group, one of them had white hair and beard, and the other was just in time to send flowers, with a vague look of worry on his face.
When Sima Yu saw this, his heart tightened. At this time, there were also sounds of orioles and swallows chirping from the southeast. Then he suddenly saw a stunning beauty wearing a concubine-colored palace dress rushing towards her. There were four beautiful beauties behind her. Shadow follows closely.
Sima Yu was even more shocked. He stared at Fan Zunyang and said, "The Shenhou Mansion in Chang'an, the Yingri Princess on the top of the clouds, it seems that this battle is no small matter."
Fan Zunyang smiled slightly and said: "Master Sima, please be patient. Our strength will definitely not be inferior to that of the enemy."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a deep shout from the northeast, and suddenly another group of dozens of people rushed over. The leader had a reddish complexion, an unusually tall body, and carried a purple gold sword with nine ears and eight rings on his back. He was so majestic and majestic. I couldn't help but look at him sideways.
Following closely behind were an old man and a young man. The old man was thin, with a white face and no beard, and was wearing a smoky brocade robe. The young man has a graceful figure, his hair is held high, and his body is covered with a black scarf. He is clearly a beautiful woman.
Sima Yu looked at him clearly, his brows getting tighter. While he was deep in thought, he suddenly heard someone crying: "Father?! You! - Fan Zunyang! I must make you pay for your life!"
This cry was coming from the flower-lettered girl who was the first among the people in purple. At this moment, her delicate body was shaking violently and tears welled up her cheeks. Her pretty face, as beautiful as a spring flower, was filled with grief and anger, which made her look somewhat inexplicably terrifying.
Seeing that the girl in purple was about to rush forward to fight desperately, the white-haired old man beside her blocked her with clenched fists and scolded coldly: "Miss, please don't be impulsive! Since the man in the clouds is here, he will not let anyone kill him. The marquis’s thieves are at large.”
The girl in purple seemed to be stagnant, and then she said more and more angrily: "What about the people in the cloud top? If they hadn't blocked it before, how could we have been separated from our father, so that..."
The white-haired old man interrupted: "This matter must be a misunderstanding. I believe Yingriji will give an explanation to the Shenhou Mansion."
The purple-clothed girl was still indignant. At this moment, she heard mournful cries coming from the big man carrying the sword. The thin old man lifted up Murong Zhuo's body, and murmured to himself with a heavy face: "I am incompetent, and I have failed to live up to the great trust of Murong Zhuo." , why...why is this happening?"
Tears were streaming down his face as he spoke, and the man carrying the sword was filled with grief, but he managed to say calmly: "I dare to ask Mr. Qian, what kind of move did Master Murong have when he died here? "
The thin old man inspected it and said in a low voice: "Split golden hand, red blood divine seal, forged demon calamity fire - this! The heavenly spirit is shattered into pieces! It's Pei Yuangu!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar. Only Sima Yu watched coldly, feeling secretly happy in his heart.
Everyone in the Shenhou Mansion over there looked at each other with solemn expressions on their faces. The girl in purple had already turned pale with anger, and she screamed with impatience: "Don't listen to the traitor's instigation, how can my father kill Murong Zhuo so easily? In short, everything is Fan Zunyang’s conspiracy and he did it!”
The big man with the knife behind his back was observing his words and frowning, when he suddenly heard the girl in black beside him say hoarsely: "Pei Yingke, you have to have evidence to accuse others, otherwise how can you be believed?"
The purple-clothed girl - Pei Yingke said bitterly: "Li Sirui, you were originally a swordsman, so what qualifications do you have to talk nonsense here? If you want evidence, I will be the evidence, or you can ask this Fan by yourself, has he ever talked to me before? My father had a conspiracy!"
The girl in black - Li Sirui nodded slightly, stared at Fan Zunyang with clear eyes and said, "You said, what she said is true?"
Fan Zunyang said in a harmonious voice: "We have been together for so long, have I ever deceived you?"
Li Sirui said in a harsh voice: "Although you are cunning, you have never told me a lie. I believe you."
