Ye Ningyu felt speechless. Isn’t it just a book? Why did such things involve? She suddenly regretted the promise of letting Ye Anjun come to find her to get the book. "Well, I have seen it before. Mr. Bai is a friend of His Highness Cheng King. He is also there on the day of His Majesty’s birthday."

Ye Ningyu said this briefly. As for the fact that Sun Mengyao framed him and Bai Chengzhi at the birthday party, she would never mention it. Ye Anjun suddenly realized that Mr. Bai and His Highness Cheng Wang had such a relationship. However, Ye Anjun was also confused. He heard that Mr. Bai attaches great importance to the bookstore's lonely book, and he would not let someone take the book back at will. Even if he could ask his sister to take the book home, he probably had a good relationship with Mr. Bai. But Ye Ningyu didn't say much, and Ye Anjun didn't ask much, so he just kept this in his heart. Anyway, he would go to the Imperial College after the seventh day of the lunar month, and Mr. Bai would give them a lecture. The elder sister couldn't ask here, and she couldn't say no.

I must have found something from Mr. Bai. Ye Anjun is not a meddling in other people's business, but it's the elder sister, so he is willing to ask more. Ye Ningyu was very upset and worried that everyone would hold Bai Chengzhi again. After dinner, Ye Ningyu hid back to the yard early. Jiang looked at his daughter's hurriedly leaving, and then secretly pulled Jiang Manqing to ask a few questions. After interrogating, a faint smile appeared on the corner of Jiang's mouth. She called Madam Su and gave instructions. Madam Su had just been serving him, and she also heard the conversation between Ye Ningyu and everyone. Now she smiled even more happily and said, "Madam, don't worry, I must be able to inquire clearly."

After saying that, she hurried out. Ye Ningyu, who returned to Qiushuiyuan, had no idea about this. After she gave "Lushan Collection" to Ye Anjun, she sat in the room and thought about something. She turned around and saw the box she received yesterday. She couldn't help but pick up the little portrait and looked at it for a while. Qinglian and Luzhu entered the room without even realizing it. "The girl likes this little portrait very much!"

Luzhu walked over, looked at the smile on the corner of Ye Ningyu's mouth, and said with a smile. Ye Ningyu gave Luzhu a blank look, "Who told you that I like it?"

Luzhu was surprised, "The girl doesn't like it, why do you smile like this when you look at it?"

Qinglian stayed with Ye Ningyu for longer than Lu Zhu, and she could not see anything, but she didn't say anything. Unexpectedly, Lu Zhu couldn't control her mouth and was so straight. Qinglian was sweating for Lu Zhu in her heart, and kept winking her, signaling her to shut up. I don't know if Lu Zhu saw it or not. Not only did she stop, she said, "I saw that the girl always played with this little portrait, so I guess the girl must like it. There is no gift that can make the girl like it so much!"

Qing Lian secretly prayed for Luzhu in his heart. "Is there any?"

Ye Ningyu then realized that she seemed to be really smiling just now, so she quickly restrained her smile and her expression became cold. Ye Ningyu's sudden change of face made Luzhu suddenly react, was she making the girl angry? She shook her head quickly and then shut up. "Let's go and bring some fruit to the girl!"

Seeing this, Qinglian hurriedly pulled Luzhu out. Luzhu seemed to have been pardoned and ran out with Qinglian. Ye Ningyu was not annoyed, but just closed the box and put the things aside. On the evening of the third day of the Chinese New Year, the western suburbs, five miles away from Dadu, there was a cold wind and heavy snow. A figure was walking in the snow with his body. His messy long hair covered his face, but he could still see the scars on his face and body, like traces of being beaten by a whip. He was wearing a piece of

The thin prison clothes, the shoes on his feet were also worn out, revealing five toes. He walked forward desperately, and looked back from time to time, as if he was afraid that someone would catch up. As he walked, he suddenly stopped and his legs were deeply trapped in the snow. In front of the man, a man wearing a hat and covered his black clothes. He could not see the man's face, but the murderous aura emitted from the inside out made him shudder. The man in black was hanging a sword around his waist, and the hat covered his face. "You...who are you?"

The man in prison looked at the other party in fear, and he began to tremble whether it was because of the cold or fear. The man in black looked up slightly, and his eyes did not fall on the man in prison. His right hand held the hilt of the sword around his waist and slowly spoke, and the sound was like a ghost coming from hell. "The person who sent you on the way."

After saying that, the sword was unsheathed, and in an instant, his figure blurred. The man in prison didn't even have time to see the other person's movements, he felt a cold feeling on his neck, and then a smell of fishy sweetness in his throat. In a few blinks, he fell into the snow, unconscious, and the blood flowing from his neck melted the snow around him. The red and white blended together, which was frightening. The man in black still did not move. He took out a waist sign from his waist and threw it next to the corpse. Then he put his thumb and index finger in his mouth, and a whistle sounded, and a tall horse ran from nowhere and stopped in front of him. He turned over and rode his horse, and the horse ran around in the snow around him, running in any regularity in the surrounding area. He looked up at the horse's hoof prints around him, and smiled with satisfaction. "Ha!"

He raised his whip and disappeared into the mountains and forests in the distance. After doing everything, it was only a cup of tea that the place returned to silence. On the morning of the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, before dawn, people were awakened from their sleep by sounds of horse hooves. From time to time, people suppressed their sleep and asked their family members. "Master, what happened early this morning?"

"It seems like a large group of people heading towards the west of the city."

Many people heard the sound of horse hooves, thinking that something big might have happened. They all closed their doors and did not dare to say anything. Even the vendors who were going out to do business did not go out, and held their breath and listened to the movement outside. It was not until dawn that the door opened. Most people were no different from the past, and it seemed that the movement had never happened not long ago. However, on the morning of the fourth day of the lunar month, the storytellers in major restaurants in Dadu began to tell the same story: On the snowy night in the western suburbs, the evil bandits assassinated people. "That's right, the bandits in the western suburbs turned over and followed by more than twenty people. Each evil bandit tied the man's limbs and head. After a few thorns, the man was dismembered by five horses!"

"Just see the evil bandit leader pulling out the sword from his waist. Before the person moved, the sword was unsheathed. In the blink of an eye, the man's head flew out."

"Hey hey hey, I heard that the deceased was a foreign businessman!"

"Huh? Why did I hear that I was the young master of Shangshu's family?"

"No, no, no, I am a poor student, and I will have a scientific exam next year!"
Chapter completed!