On that day, all the diners in the black shop saw clearly the appearance of this legendary shop owner. He was not a man of great beauty, but he had a cool and charming elegance that made people unable to take their eyes away from him once he took one look at him.
She stood in front of the Iron-faced God Qi Yue Wu Gou without any fear, trying to shoulder the responsibility.
Han Mengxiao was sleeping upstairs and had a very bad dream. There was a raging fire burning on the cold iron bridge. The woman in purple walked barefoot to the end of the bridge step by step. There seemed to be some people behind her shouting,
But the woman couldn't hear, couldn't hear a word. She only raised her head in despair, as if shouting with her soul: "Lihentian, Lihentian! It turns out that I have been dreaming alone all this time, and you,
Too far, too far..." Then, she jumped, and her thin body was instantly swallowed up by the flames.
But Han Mengxiao clearly felt the heart-rending pain when the fire burned her flesh... She was so heartbroken that she couldn't breathe, and her thoughts were still in her dream. However, people's instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages prompted her to sit up directly, with her right eyelid unable to breathe.
He stopped jumping, opened his eyes, and saw Zhu'er's panicked face: "Miss, it's not good, Prince Ran killed Prince Jue!"
"What?" Han Mengxiao got up, jumped out of bed and walked out. When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped again, turned back to the table, reached out and poured himself a cup of tea: "Zhu'er, tell me, what's the matter?
What's going on?"
Zhu'er told what happened in detail, including Zi Yijue's words that insulted Zi Yiran.
"Okay, I understand." After drinking hot tea, Han Mengxiao calmed down and told Zhu'er solemnly: "Zhu'er, you have to remember that with Prince Ran's temperament, he will not kill anyone!"
"This..." Zhu'er was a little confused and was about to ask for more information, but Han Mengxiao had already gone downstairs.
"Sister Mengxiao..." Looking at Han Mengxiao's beautiful face, Zi Yiran's eyes suddenly became clear, and her tone was a little choked: "Why did you come down? I...I didn't kill the fifth brother."
At that moment, his heart felt warm. His sister Mengxiao actually stood up and stopped the people from the Criminal Department from taking him away. She said that he was hers, hers...
At the same time, Zi Yiran also began to worry. Of course, he was not worried that he would be taken to the Ministry of Justice for interrogation, but that Han Mengxiao would think that he was a murderer. If Sister Mengxiao did not believe him, would it mean that he could never do it again?
The cook at the black shop can no longer stay by her side.
So, he opened his mouth to explain.
"Yiran, I know it's definitely not you, and I won't let them take you away!" Han Mengxiao said softly, making her position clear in one sentence.
There was a hint of surprise in Yue Wugou's eyes. As a world-famous hunter, he naturally knew something about Han Mengxiao. King Han's concubine, the legitimate daughter who was no longer related to the Nie family, and now the owner of the black shop, he
I thought she was just a weak flower in the courtyard, and I even suspected that this business was run by her on the surface, and secretly relied on her husband's family and her natal family. It seemed that he, the magic catcher, also had his reasoning errors sometimes.
Just this responsibility and courage to take on the murder case is beyond the comparison of ordinary men, let alone those wealthy ladies who have never left home.
She is really a big tree standing in the wind and rain!