The rosy and bright camellia leaves the jade vase and quickly withers and withers.

Before the case, Jinxiu looked at the withered flower branches in her hands and did not speak for a long time.

Mei Xian opened the curtain and walked in: "Sir Shenzun."

Jinxiu put the camellia back into the bottle and turned around.

Mei Xiandao: "The Huachao Festival is coming soon, should we prepare?"

Jinxiu said "um": "The Huachao meeting is here again..."

The once-in-a-hundred-year-old Hua Dynasty event, since it was demoted, has gone through dozens of times before and after, good flowers and wine, congratulations to the fairy, and the years of the fairy are endless. Taste, remember the most clearly, and only that time...

After a long while, he smiled slightly, nodded and said, "Let's do it as in the old year."

Mei Xian hesitated.

Jinxiu looked at her: "What?"

Mei Xian was silent for a moment, then whispered: "Sir Shenzun will be promoted to the gods next year, and it is not far from the time to step down. In the future, we will be more difficult to see when we go to the heavenly court. I think... make it more lively."

Jinxiu was stunned for a moment, then said with a smile: "It's okay, you can do it as you please."

The cold and arrogant color disappeared a lot, and a blush rose, Mei Xian agreed in a low voice, and was about to retreat, but was stopped by him.

"Don't leave, I still have something to say." Jinxiu finished speaking, motioned her to come forward, and then raised her hand, a small Ruyi handle appeared on her hand, and the golden Ruyi flowed with colorful brilliance.

Mei Xian said in surprise: "Order of the Flower God?"

Jinxiu said: "You have practiced for nearly 20,000 years, and you should be promoted. I mentioned to the emperor the other day that you will temporarily take charge of the flower affairs for me in the future, and then give the immortal book of golden pills. There is a mistake, after 20,000 years, you can be promoted to the Immortal, and you can justifiably canonize the Flower God."

Mei Xian was surprised and lowered her eyes: "Sir Shenzun has not left his post yet, or..."

Jinxiu interrupted her: "In these years, you have been very cautious in taking charge of the two seasons of flower affairs, and you have shared a lot for me. You have also made merit in reasoning. It is the same in the morning and evening. In the future, you can go to the Yaochi meeting in person."

Only the gods and gods are eligible to participate in the Yaochi meeting. Although I am not a god of flowers, as long as I accept the position of the god of flowers, I will be able to meet him at the meeting. Mei Xian was delighted, hesitantly afraid to reach out to pick it up: "With such an important task, I'm afraid I..."

Jinxiu put Ruyi into her hands: "If there is any difficulty in the future, I will send someone to help."

Mei Xian was short, and she was wishful.

Jinxiu sat down in front of the desk: "The Hundred Flowers Brew for the Huachao Meeting is not ready yet, go and ask Xing Xing to come in."

Mei Xiandao: "She doesn't seem to be here."

Jinxiu looked up at her.

"She's going to see..." Mei Xian hesitated, but couldn't help showing a hint of contempt. She has always been arrogant and arrogant, and disdain to talk about others behind their backs.

Jinxiu knew the answer and smiled: "When she comes back, you ask her to come see me."

Mei Xian breathed a sigh of relief, looked down at Ruyi in his hand, and hesitated: "This matter... Don't tell Xing Xing first?"

Jinxiu understood what she meant: "Xingxing's temperament is not as serious as you, so I handed you the flower god order. Since you have taken the position of the flower god, you will be in charge of flower affairs in the future, and all the flowers will obey your orders. How can you be timid? This is not what you usually do."

Mei Xian hurriedly bowed her head: "Sir Shenzun taught me."

Jinxiu waved: "At the Huachao meeting, I will tell the whole family about your affairs."

Mei Xian agreed.

Seeing that she refused to leave, Jinxiu was surprised.

Mei Xian suddenly said: "Since she insists on being a mortal, it can be seen that it was destined by God, and her immortal fate was cut off. It was clearly the result of Xing Xing's mischief back then. Lord Shenzun has done his best, so why feel guilty."

Jinxiu was stunned at first, followed her line of sight, and quickly understood what she was referring to, and was silent for a while.

Mei Xian looked at the withered camellia on the case and whispered, "Why don't you... send her back?"

Jinxiu was silent for a long time, and said: "Forcing someone to go through the cycle of reincarnation is too much mana, and I will talk about it when I survive the calamity."

Mei Xian nodded and stepped back.

In the early hours of the morning, the light rain still hadn't stopped, a few torches were burning in the yard, and there was a middle-aged man in his thirties lying on the ground in front of the steps.

Everyone gathered around, with different expressions. The two concubines hid in the room and did not dare to come out. They only watched from a distance from the window.

The servant was nervous, and dared to persuade: "Young Master, this place is really weird, let's go quickly."

Yang Zhen's face was also very bad, looking at the corpse on the ground for a long time without saying a word.

Zhao Xing trembled all over, and said in a trembling voice, "It must be that female ghost!"

Everyone looked at Hong Ning's room in unison.

The door was closed, and there was no movement inside.

"Young Master, let's go, we mustn't let it fall into her hands!" Zhao Xing hurriedly persuaded him, "she told us to be careful last night, it must be intentional! Wang Hu is very strong and strong, How could he die suddenly?" He pointed to the corpse on the ground: "We've already experienced that, he doesn't have the slightest scar on his body, apart from being hit by evil, he can..."

"You sure have no scars?" the woman's voice interrupted him.

Zhao Xing's face changed drastically, he stepped back several steps, and pointed at her: "You you...what are you..." He was so scared that he couldn't say anything.

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Hong Ning ignored him and went straight to the corpse and squatted down.

Everyone stepped aside at the same time, but Yang Zhen stood still.

Except for the slightly messy clothes, there were no scars on the body. Hong Ning frowned, and checked it several times, but still found nothing, she couldn't help but stop and ponder.

Living alone in the wild, I know that this woman has a lot of courage, but she didn't want to be so big that she dared to touch the corpse. Yang Zhen sneered slightly: "They all came from martial arts, how could they not know the wound."

Hong Ning raised her face and asked, "Where did you find it?"

No one answered.

Yang Zhen raised her chin slightly and motioned her to look at the half-closed door opposite, which was an empty room with no one living in it.

Hong Ning said: "When you found out, was he like this?"

Hearing this, everyone looked embarrassed.

Yang Zhen pursed his lips tightly, and after a while he spat out a few words: "The clothes are disheveled."

Hong Ning was clear, and finally understood why everyone looked at her so strangely, and Hong Ning couldn't help but wonder. I didn't feel the obvious yin from the yard...

Seeing that she didn't speak, Yang Zhen couldn't help but say, "What do you think?"

Junmei's face was six or seven points similar to Bai Ling's, Hong Ning was a little dazed, but when she realized that there was no sign of concern in those indifferent eyes, she was shocked, looked away, and laughed at herself: "Young Master Yang Better to leave as soon as possible."

Yang Zhen looked at her coldly and said nothing.

The servant looked at the corpse and persuaded: "Young Master, it is not advisable to stay here for a long time. In the future, we should appease his family well, we..."

"The culprit is still on the run. If he really uses these ghosts and gods to fool him, wouldn't it suit him?" Yang Zhen waved his hand to interrupt him, "You escort the two Ru madams away first, and I'll stay for the time being."

Everyone was startled, and all knelt down: "Young Master, absolutely not."

The two concubines had also heard his words, and they ran out to try to dissuade them from fear, but after he glanced at them, no one dared to speak.

The servants persuaded: "Young Master behaves like this, if you call the king..." He stopped.

"You first escort Mrs. Ru to Bie Zhai in Chongzhou, and I'll come later," Yang Zhen retracted his gaze and sneered, "What ghosts, monsters and foxes are all rumored, the murderer used this to deceive outsiders, but I want to know. "

Hong Ning suddenly said: "If you want to see it, you may as well. If you lose your life, you will be implicated in others."

Yang Zhen didn't get angry but smiled: "You also think it's a ghost?"

Not to think, to be sure. Hong Ning didn't touch his nails, she chose silence, and continued to examine the corpse with her head down. She stretched out her hand to support the corpse's head, trying to help him sit up, but as soon as she exerted force, she felt something was wrong.

With a move in her heart, she hurriedly lifted the man's head to examine it carefully.

Gradually, a smile appeared on his lips.

I didn't expect to meet you here, it really didn't take much effort! Holding back the joy in her heart, Hong Ning calmly straightened the corpse and got up to go back to her room.

"Stop!" He shouted.

Just listening to this tone, you can tell that the master is the kind of person who is used to giving orders. Hong Ning only felt disgusted, knew what he wanted to ask, and stopped: "If you want to survive, you'd better listen to them and leave as soon as possible."

Yang Zhen said, "What do you know?"

Hong Ning was surprised.

When I got the clue, I didn't intend to make a statement, but I didn't expect him to see it. This person has some eyesight.

Hong Ning turned sideways: "What do I know, why should I tell you?"

Yang Zhen walked slowly beside her, his eyes locked on her, and his gloomy tone was cold: "You are suspicious."

When the deceased was found disheveled, it was obvious that he had been seduced, and there was only one strange woman living in the yard, and it was reasonable to be suspected.

Facing the coercion, Hong stared blankly: "You said it too, I'm just suspicious."

"Presumptuous!" Zhao Xing shouted bravely, "You know our son..."

Hong Ning interrupted him: "The people's daughter has not violated the king's law, who are you and what does it have to do with me."

Zhao Xing wanted to say more, but was stopped by Yang Zhen's wave. Yang Zhen looked at her for a long time, then gradually put away his power, and finally turned into a smile: "I have doubts in my heart, but the girl is not afraid of rumors, and lives here alone, her courage is not inferior to men, I admire it, now Without any evidence, how could it be difficult for a girl?"

There was a smile in the indifferent eyes, familiar and kind. Hong Ning was stunned, and quickly looked away. Since the other party said so, it would be stingy to care about. Hong Ning was in a good mood at the moment, so she nodded: "This matter is dangerous, you still..."

"The most urgent task is to find out the murderer, so Wang Hufang will not lose his life in vain," Yang Zhen interrupted her, "It is our people who died, the girl wants to examine the body, and I have never stopped her. "

Knowing that this person was stubborn, Hong Ning dismissed the idea of ​​persuading him to leave, walked straight to the room, and left a sentence: "Look at the back of his head."

Zhao Xing wanted to persuade again: "Young Master..."

Yang Zhen said in a deep voice, "Look at the back of his head!"

After dawn, Hong Ning hurriedly went out to the market to buy things, to prepare for the action that followed.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and the room is filled with soft lights. There are two lanterns hanging under the eaves. The yard was not as lively as before. The two concubines, more than a dozen servants, and the carriage were all gone. They were probably sent away. The rest of the horses were probably entrusted to the care of the villagers. Only seven or eight people were left. Going in and out, some brand new tables and chairs are being moved into the room.

Yang Zhen stood in front of the steps with his hands behind his back, his white robes like snow.

As expected of the pampered young master Guisuke, staying for a few days is so extravagant. Hong Ning was secretly amusing, this matter was originally expected, this person is a staunch atheist, and his identity is important, he refuses to leave, no matter how scared people are, they have to accompany him and suffer, how dare he stay alone.

It's rare to come across this thing, since you stayed here to die, it's better to use it for me, maybe it can save your life...

Raindrops fell on my face, a little cold. Hong Ning smiled slightly and took the initiative to say hello: "Young Master Yang hasn't left yet?"

Yang Zhen looked down at her and did not answer.

Hong Ning stopped talking and walked towards her room.

Yang Zhen really stopped her: "What's going on?"

With her back to him, the corners of Hong Ning's mouth rose, and when she turned around, her expression returned to calm: "You looked at the back of his head, what did you find?"

Yang Zhen was silent.

A burning gaze fell on his face, which was almost casual scrutiny and temptation. Hong Ning's face did not change, she walked up the steps and stood beside him: "Since you live here, you can come to me for anything in the future." While speaking, she casually touched the window lattice of the bedroom behind him, and turned towards him. Look inside.

Taking the initiative to get close to a man and peeping into a man's bedroom is definitely not the words and deeds of a serious woman. Yang Zhen didn't laugh at her this time. She stared at her hand and said calmly, "What kind of weapon is that?"

"There is a small hole in the back of the head, its shape is long and narrow," Hong Ning still held the window lattice, without looking at him, "There is another thing you may not know, his brain has been absorbed."

Yang Zhen was stunned for a moment, then moved: "Could it be some kind of poisonous insects, snakes and beasts?"

Talking to a person who doesn't believe in ghosts, Hong Ning would not do such a stupid thing, and pretended to sigh: "I don't know now, but if you are in an emergency, you can call me."

She was clearly a woman, but she had to pretend to be her protector. A sneer passed from his eyes, and Yang Zhen turned his eyes to the high wall: "You also just arrived yesterday."

Hong Ning admitted: "It only killed Wang Hu last night, so you are all right."

Yang Zhen sneered.

"If you didn't come, it might be me who died," Hong Ning understood what he meant and raised her face, "I once persuaded you to leave, but you insisted on staying, so it wasn't me who killed Wang Hu. She raised her eyebrows: "Since I dare to come alone, I am well prepared and do what I can. Compared with imposing myself on others, what is wrong with Young Master Yang?"

Yang Zhen had no good impression of her repeated remarks, and when she heard the words, her face became even more ugly. When she was about to get angry, the other party was a girl. It would be a loss of identity to care about, not to mention that it was indeed his own will and ruined the lives of his subordinates. So he held back his anger and pursed his lips tightly without speaking.

Hong Ning as if nothing had happened: "Young Master Yang, be careful, I'll go back to the room first."

This woman was blindly trying to use her tongue, her words were sharp, and there was nothing cute and pitiful at all. Yang Zhen didn't like it, and naturally he didn't pay attention to her actions, so he just nodded politely and said lightly, "Young lady, be careful too. "

Hong Ning smiled and walked down the stairs without any hassle.

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