Mu Qingyan said calmly: "I was the one who spread the word about Zhou Yuqi kneeling down to beg you to cancel the engagement."
Cai Zhao was so angry that he couldn't help but said: "What grudge do I have against you? You want to harm me like this!"
Mu Qingyan's expression was so sincere that it was almost touching: "I'm not harming you, but now there is an important matter that you must handle in person, so I found an excuse to let you out."
Cai Zhao was almost speechless as he asked the sky, picked up the Yanyang Knife and wanted to leave. After taking a few steps, he turned back and said, "Okay, you speak nicely and I listen carefully."
Mu Qingyan lowered her long eyelashes and pressed her injured left shoulder: "You finally relented."
The corner of Cai Zhao's mouth twitched: "I am no match for you, I am willing to be defeated. If you don't listen to what you say carefully, I don't know what trouble you will make again." She kicked him out of the second floor before, but this guy turned around and The fiancé who bewitched her broke her engagement, and she didn't dare to lose her temper again.
Mu Qingyan said calmly: "Don't you want to find out the inside story of the Chang family murder case?"
Cai Zhao's expression tightened: "You know something."
"I can't say I know, but I have clues."
Cai Zhao snorted: "Just make it up."
"The clue is at the Chang family tomb, am I right?" Mu Qingyan smiled slightly, "You should believe me, otherwise when you went back up the mountain that day, you thought I was standing there for so long."
Cai Zhao bit his lip: "Are you willing to tell me the clues?"
Mu Qingyan said: "Daxia Chang has a favor with me, and I will definitely find out the inside story myself. If you are willing to follow, then follow, and if you are not willing to follow and walk away - anyway, you have an excuse to leave now."
Cai Zhao sighed, "You spread the news about me being annulled by Zhou Yuqi everywhere, which made me lose face. Even if there was nothing about Chang Daxia, I still want to leave the inn."
"Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. It should be clean to end it." Mu Qingyan said.
Cai Zhao snorted coldly, "Zhou Yuqi and Min Xinrou may not have a happy life in the future?"
"Whether it will be beautiful or not is a matter of the future." Mu Qingyan suddenly became poetic, "Young love is in full swing. The most intense love is rare. God should make everyone happy, right?"
Cai Zhao stood blankly for a long time, and suddenly sighed: "Now I know why brother Yuqi cried and begged me to cancel the engagement."
Mu Qingyan was puzzled.
Cai Zhao sighed: "He said that he is controlled everywhere by my side and can't resist, just like I am controlled by your hand now and can't jump up. As expected, you have to compare your feelings with others to understand the suffering of others."
She turned her head and said, "Okay, let's go to the cemetery on the mountain."
Mu Qingyan suddenly became angry and raised his pale and handsome face: "My wound hurts, please help me hold it down."
Cai Zhao stretched out his fingers like the wind, first pressed acupoints to stop the blood on his shoulders, then took out a silk handkerchief and pressed it to his shoulders. The white silk handkerchief was instantly dyed red. She couldn't help but said, "How about you heal your injuries first and then go up the mountain." - Forcing people to go to the cemetery with injuries is not something that a vicious person can do.
Mu Qingyan turned around and almost held her in his arms. He lowered his head and their foreheads touched.
Cai Zhao's nose was filled with the familiar crisp aroma and strong smell of blood, and he said uncomfortably: "Stay away."
Mu Qingyan whispered: "Are you really not at all soft-hearted towards me?"
Cai Zhao's heart felt sour and astringent, as if a heavy stone was falling: "There is no hope for the future, so why bother yourself? You also said that long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."
"You are so hard-hearted." Mu Qingyan sighed, "Wherever you are in my hand, it is obvious that I am in your hand with nowhere to escape."
The author has something to say:
1. Zhou Yuqi just broke off the engagement and did not die. He will appear as a supporting role in the future.
2. I follow more than a hundred grannies on site B, covering film and television, history, society, military, science, beauty, humor, etc. Every day, I just open site B and there are more than a dozen update reminders. I'm lucky to be here.
Unexpectedly, updates have become increasingly scarce in the past half month. The reason is the same: heavy rains, floods, typhoons, epidemics, visas, and of course the Olympics. The reality is so exciting that it is dizzying.
Everyone is slacking off at work, I guess I must not be the only one, haha, haha... (guilty smile).
Chapter 101
The blow that Cai Zhao struck was definitely lighter than the damage to the Dantian and the destruction of the internal energy, but it was certainly heavier than ordinary flesh injuries. Cai Zhao was also a little distressed at first, but when he saw You Guanyue's grief-stricken face, he couldn't help but said coldly: "Your leader is just injured, not terminally ill. Master You Altar, your game is over."
You Guanyue had no choice but to retreat.
Shangguan Haonan followed and whispered: "Didn't I just tell you to stop pretending? The leader has his own opinions."
You Guanyue: "I don't want to share some worries about the leader's marriage."
Shangguan Haonan expressed surprise: "You are still a bachelor, so how can you have the confidence to worry about the leader's marriage?"
You Guanyue: ...Are you polite?
In the inner room of an elegant building at the foot of Wu'an Mountain, water-like thin satin curtains drooped layer by layer. Mu Qingyan leaned crookedly on the bed, his face seemed paler than the silk and satin coat on his body.
Cai Zhao sat outside the curtain, and the two of them were speechless.
Mu Qingyan said: "It's difficult to go up the mountain in the middle of the night. Let's wait until dawn before setting off. Now we can still rest for two or three hours."
Cai Zhao raised his eyes: "Where should I sleep?"
Mu Qingyan was silent for a while, "...Actually, this is your house."
There was no reason for this, but Cai Zhao understood it.
She stood up and walked to the lacquered wooden cabinet that was as high as a person's height. She opened it and saw that sets of brand-new women's clothes were neatly stacked in piles, ranging from soft and delicate inner clothes to outer cloaks.
Cai Zhao didn't take anything, he slammed the cabinet door, walked to the window and lay down softly, and casually pulled a thin quilt to cover himself. Regarding her obviously angry behavior, Mu Qingyan didn't say anything. He just waved his sleeves to extinguish the candle and lay down.
After a long time, the house was silent and dark. The chirping of crickets outside the window became clearer and clearer, as well as the sound of leaves swaying gently in the wind. The light branches were projected on the plain screen windows in the moonlight, making them appear gentle and lingering.
Cai Zhao suddenly said: "Is it interesting that you keep pestering me like this?"
A calm man's voice came from behind the curtain: "You are not me, how do you know it's boring?"
Cai Zhao rubbed the raised embroidery pattern on the quilt cover with his teeth and said bitterly: "You are now the leader of a religion. You have a heavy responsibility. I also have family and friends to take care of. Can't you take care of the overall situation?"
There was silence behind the curtain for a moment, and then Mu Qingyan's faint tone sounded, "When my father was fourteen, he thought that he could protect himself by traveling around the world, so he planned to leave alone. Elder Qiu begged him hard. If he left, Wouldn’t those veterans who have been loyal to the Mu family for generations become Nie Hengcheng’s slaves? My father had no choice but to stay.”
"In the next few years, those old subordinates died or escaped, and the remaining father gradually arranged their places to go, and Elder Qiu had his own power. When he was eighteen years old, my father had another chance to leave, but at this time Nie Hengcheng I’m worried. A descendant of the Mu family who is both civilized and military and young and powerful is walking outside. How stable he is as a leader is not as reliable as staying under his nose. So, Sun Ruoshui appeared on the stage. "
Cai Zhao sighed softly in bed - he didn't even want to call Mrs. Sun anymore, he already called her by her first name.
Mu Qingyan continued: "Every time my father figured out how to settle Sun Ruoshui, Sun Ruoshui would inform Nie Hengcheng in advance, and then cooperate internally and externally to make it impossible for his father to get away. Or he would arrange for several leaders of the Tiangang Disha Camp to covet Sun Ruoshui. The way he looked, or Sun Ruoshui became seriously ill and his bones were torn apart. In short, they made his father feel that as long as he left, Sun Ruoshui would either be immediately raped by lustful people, or his life would be at risk. And then..."
"After that, you were born." Cai Zhao gently picked up.
"Yes, I was born, and I once again held my father's back. This pull lasted for more than ten years." Through the light thin silk curtain, Mu Qingyan's voice was full of sarcasm, "Look at the overall situation. ?My father is the best person in the world who has the overall situation in mind, but what about the results?"
"In the Divine Sect, Nie Hengcheng covered the sky with one hand and stole the foundation of the Divine Sect. As for himself, my father was depressed and helpless all his life, and he never even took a step out of the Hanhai Mountains. If my father were still alive, I would also be as magnanimous as him. He was an elegant and elegant gentleman from the outside world, but he was killed."
"Zhaozhao, don't blame me for pestering you. I am determined not to be like my father, who missed out on what I wanted in life and endured it all my life. If you really hate me and simply take my life, I will not resist. But if only As long as I live, I will never let go of you. I haven't decided what will happen in the future, but I will never harm you or your family. Now, let's take one step and see what happens..."
Cai Zhao couldn't remember what Mu Qingyan said last. She fell asleep in a daze, as if she were stepping on the soft and floating reeds on the banks of the Qingluo River. It wouldn't be long before the call of Housekeeper Crab came, Call her back to eat.
It was daylight when he woke up. Cai Zhao was sitting on the quilt with his soft hair loose. His clothes were wrinkled and messy, revealing his slender collarbone and light pink skin. He was like a lost rag doll - Mu Qingyan was sitting there. Beside the couch, his eyes were heavy and dark, and he didn't know how long he had been looking at them.
The showdown that was so dreamy last night seemed not to exist. He calmly urged Cai Zhao to eat more breakfast. The shrimps in the soup dumplings were just picked and peeled in the morning. The purple rice porridge was cooked with bone soup. When biting the sesame sugar cake, you should Be careful, the sugar juice will flow out...
Facing the male owner of Yazhu who turned against him, Cai Zhao leaned on his spoon and sighed: "Master Mu, you are really a person who does great things."
Mu Qingyan said calmly: "Thank you for the award, and Heroine Xiao Cai will give in as well."
Setting off immediately after the meal, Mu and Cai quickly arrived at Changjia Wubao and passed straight through the back mountain cemetery.
Cai Zhao got straight to the point: "Okay, tell me your clues."
Mu Qingyan said: "I told you before that I realized that there was another culprit behind the Chang family murder case. After taking care of the trivial matters in the church, I rushed to Changjia Wubao a few days ahead of you. I sent people to the ruins of Wubao. After repeated searches, we even dug half a foot into the foundation to see if there was a secret tunnel, but nothing was found..."
Cai Zhao suddenly realized: "I asked why the charred ruins in front were messed up. I thought it was some thieves who picked up the leaks, but it turned out to be you."
Mu Qingyan smiled and said: "You don't have to criticize the mulberry trees and the mulberry trees, but there are indeed brothers in our sect who are good at digging. This time I specially brought a few out."
Seeing that the sarcasm was ineffective, Cai Zhao skipped it and said: "You gained nothing, and then what."
Mu Qingyan said: "With no choice, I recalled the days when I was recuperating at Chang's house. Most of the things had been burned down along with the Wubao. Only this place is still intact."
He pointed to the surrounding tombs, "I suddenly remembered something - shortly after Mrs. Chang died of illness, the Qingming Festival came. At that time, Chang Daxia was depressed. His beloved wife died and his beloved son was sent away. He was alone and felt lonely. During the Qingming Festival, everyone in the family went to the back mountain to pay homage to the deceased. At night, Chang Daxia carried the food basket and went to the back mountain alone. I wanted to follow him, but Chang Daxia declined."
"What are you going to say?" Cai Zhao became more and more confused as he listened.
Mu Qingyan asked: "Do you know what kind of sacrifices the people of Wu'an use to pay homage to their dead?"
Cai Zhao: "Shaomai with soy sauce?"
Mu Qingyan smiled: "No, according to the customs of Wu'an City, during the ceremony, the family members use three fruits, three vegetarian dishes, six kinds, and a little water and wine, while those outside the ceremony use chicken, duck and meat."
Cai Zhao understood somewhat, "There were meat and fish sacrifices in Daxia Chang's food basket that night?"
"Exactly."
Mu Qingyan walked between the two tombstones with one hand on his back: "A few days ago, I repeatedly checked every tomb in this back mountain. They were either relatives of the Chang family, loyal servants of the Chang family, or those of Mr. Chang. Since he was a sworn brother and had no relatives, he buried his bones here and was enshrined by the descendants of the Chang family."
Cai Zhao understood: "Then, who are those meat dishes brought by Chang Daxia to commemorate?"
"Before, I always thought that the Chang family was massacred because of my involvement. Chang Daxia kept telling me before his death that the Chang family murder case was not directed at me, and told me not to feel indebted. At that time, I thought that Chang Daxia was just here. Comfort me, now that I think about it, what Chang Daxia said may be true - the Chang family does hide a secret."
Mu Qingyan frowned: "It's a pity that now, a year later, the sacrifices in front of the tomb have long been eaten by wild beasts in the mountains. I can't find out who the outsider is buried in the Chang family graveyard anyway. I always I think this is the key to breaking through the fog.”
Cai Zhao thought for a while and suddenly said: "What were you planning to do on the day we went up the mountain with the disciples of Taichu Guan?"
Mu Qingyan's eyes wandered slightly, then smiled.
Cai Zhao widened his eyes: "No wonder you brought here church members who are good at digging. Did you plan to dig a grave that day?!"
Mu Qingyan sighed: "Am I still hesitating?"
"Daxia Chang and his family treat you so well, but you actually want to dig up someone else's ancestral grave! You are so cruel!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong. I also wanted to find out the culprit who massacred the Chang family." Mu Qingyan comforted the girl, "Now tell me your clues. You were willing to tell Song Yuzhi the day before yesterday, tell me It doesn’t matter, maybe you can find out the truth without digging a grave.”
Cai Zhao glanced at him: "It's nothing. Didn't my father come here to inquire a few months ago? He said that this place is a little different from what it was more than ten years ago." She then repeated Cai Pingchun's words that day.
"But Third Senior Brother and I have checked here repeatedly, and there is nothing unusual." She was a little confused.
Unexpectedly, Mu Qingyan's eyes lit up, "There is indeed something different here!"
"?!" Cai Zhao was dumbfounded, "You know that right now?"
Mu Qingyan's eyes sparkled, "Didn't you hear something was wrong with what my father said?"
Cai Zhao became more and more confused: "What did my father say? In the early spring more than ten years ago, he was depressed and stayed here for a long time. Then his aunt called him back and asked him to wash his face with cold water and wake up." - Extremely short, where? Something's wrong?
"Exactly this!" Mu Qingyan looked the girl up and down, with a joking expression on his face, and said to himself: "It seems that Luoying Valley is really like spring all year round, and you have not been in Jiuli Mountain for a long time. But Guang Tianmen is also built on a mountain, why didn't Song Yuzhi hear it?! Hehehehe, it is indeed an embroidered pillow!"
Cai Zhao was unhappy, "If you want to say something, just say it. If you make fun of me again, I'll leave!"
