Originally, Wujiang just wanted to observe Yun Luo's words and deeds at close range, and then find an opportunity to get close, or find a close object such as a silk handkerchief, to determine whether Miss Yun Luo had contact with Li Jingyu last night, and whether she was with Li Jingyu. The murderer is related. Of course, even if the murderer was the gorgeous Yunluo girl, she wouldn't do anything. She just wanted to know how he was killed, purely out of technical curiosity. Unexpectedly, the oiran girl and the number one scholar had such a long past.
"It seems that I accidentally overheard something not good." The room was almost dark, with only scattered candlelight scattered in the gaps. Xiliu leaned against Wujiang and said softly in a breathy voice.
Wujiang is still focused on Yun Luo's every move.
"Do you think someone really wants to kill Miss Yunluo?" He raised his hand and touched his nose, as if he was really thinking about it.
A crisp voice came from the left: "It's hard to say."
"Who is the one?"
Wujiang withdrew his gaze from the gap: "It's possible for anyone, but Zhao Shichen's words may not be true. Maybe Miss Yunluo blocked his way, and he just tried another way to let her go."
"I don't think Zhuangyuan Lang's pain and worry are fake. He seems to still have deep feelings for Miss Yunluo, and it's not just guilt." He said.
"Everyone can perform in front of others, it just depends on the skill level. It doesn't matter if you show affection, it still depends on the final choice." Her answer was so rational that it was almost cold.
"You don't seem to believe in a lot of things."
"It's not that I don't believe it, it's just not easy to believe it. "
It's not that you don't believe it, but it's not easy to believe it? He thought carefully, if a person really understands some truth, he must have learned a lot of lessons in it. He looked sideways at her, and the candlelight coming through the gap was falling on her eyebrows. The thick and long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyes. Her eyes were so dark that she could not see clearly. She said: "Miss Yunluo She is arrogant in front of others, but absent-minded behind others. She is the one who holds deep feelings and cannot let them go."
Before he could reply, there were footsteps again outside the next door, and they looked into the gap again.
Before Yun Luo could give instructions, the man pushed open the door and walked in. However, she was not surprised. She just raised her head and called softly: "Thirteenth Mother."
This woman called Thirteen Niang is not as young as most of the women in Liuxu Pavilion. She has fine lines on her forehead. However, these lines not only do not damage her appearance, but instead add to her charming charm. She doesn't have the powdery aura of the Liuxu Pavilion girl, but instead has a Jianghu aura that is incompatible with this place.
She walked over and hugged Yun Luo gently: "Silly boy, I heard it all."
"Thirteenth Mother, isn't this the day I've been waiting for? Waiting for him to come to me and prostrate himself under my skirt like all men do. I'll use my real name, let the painter draw the portrait, and I'll play the song "Ran Yun" we composed together. "Zhiluo", just to make him recognize me and recognize that Yunluo in Liuxu Pavilion today is me, Xia Yunluo. I want to make him regret, make him feel uncomfortable, and make him come back to find me! It took me three years. I have suffered so much, but when this day comes, I can’t seem to be happy..."
Thirteenth Mother stroked her long, inky hair: "Because that's not what you think in your heart."
"I waited for him, waiting for a farewell letter. I looked for him, looking for a grand wedding. I spent all my money, broke my bones, was bullied, and lost my innocence. But he, with his name on the gold medal list and the flowers and candles in the bridal chamber, Life is perfect, it's really ironic. If you hadn't saved me then, I would have died on the street." Tears fell silently from my eyes and wet my sleeves, "But why, the time when a person is happiest is not the time for revenge. Why, when I saw his painful and embarrassing look, I seemed to feel even more uncomfortable. I couldn't bear the look of him bowing his head, and I secretly hoped that he would always be the literary, romantic and proud Zhao Shichen. Thirteenth mother, I think I am crazy... No, I am completely defeated..."
"You have done very well, very well." Thirteenth Niang looked at her crimson eyes and raised her hand to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes. However, the moment her fingertips touched her skin, she suddenly became nervous: "You You have a fever, have you taken any medicine today?"
Yun Luo shook his head.
Thirteenth Niang walked to the dressing table, opened the drawer on the left and took out a brown pill bottle, pulled out the cork, and poured an orange pill into her hand.
There was a wall between the dressing table and Wujiang. The moment she pulled out the cork, a strong smell of medicine floated down the gap. It was the strange, cold and overbearing smell she smelled that day.
"It's Onixiangwan." A voice whispered in his ear.
"What is that?" She heard the name for the first time.
"It is a kind of medicine that suppresses injuries and relieves pain. It is made from the bones of snakes and gallbladders, and the Tibetan bluegrass. It has an orange color and a unique smell. If a warrior's inner spirit is damaged during practice, he can use it. To maintain vitality and relieve pain." Xiliu explained unhurriedly.
"You seem to know a lot."
"It's just a long-term illness."
With such a light and gentle answer, Wujiang was slightly startled, then turned around and asked, "Are you sick?"
Coincidentally, he turned around at this time, and the two of them suddenly looked at each other. He smiled softly and said to her softly: "Everything is fine."
That glimmer of light happened to fall on his eyes as dark as the sea tide. I don't know if it was an illusion. Wujiang seemed to see something under the deep pool. It was straightforward and warm. She was stung gently by this warmth, and her heart felt Suddenly confused, she quickly turned her head back and said, "Aren't you curious why the Liuxu Pavilion oiran took Guixiang Pills and learned martial arts?"
He didn't seem to take it seriously: "The Eastern Dynasty and the Southern Kingdom valued literature, and Western Xinjiang and Beizhou promoted martial arts. Many women in Western Xinjiang have practiced martial arts since childhood. Not to mention the women in the world, some high-ranking officials and noble ladies in the royal family have martial arts masters. The identity of Yunluo Girl Special, there is nothing wrong with practicing martial arts to protect yourself, she is just the one who taught her..."
The two of them turned their attention to the person called "Thirteenth Mother".
