Zuo Zhou slowly put the painting into his cuffs, ignoring Yan Qing's eyes, looking back and saw A Xiang standing outside the door holding Chu Chu.
Her eyes were a little red and swollen, and the tears on her face were still clearly visible. Although her makeup and hair were neatly taken care of, she still gave Zuo Zhou a messy and decadent feeling. It seemed that... she was the same image as the little beggar from before!
In an instant, Zuo Zhou's heart tugged hard, and he stepped out and hugged her and the child tightly into his arms.
Axiang's tears quickly wet his front, and he was full of self-blame. No wonder people say impulsiveness is the devil. In his anger, he only thought about revenge, but forgot the person who needed company most.
"I have no home again!"
"I am your home."
For the first time, Zuo Zhou felt that Old Man Zuo was much better than him. At least when it came to coaxing girls, his old guy must be better than him!
"Uh, um... I don't mean to disturb you, but am I no longer needed here?"
Yan Jin vomited the dog food on the floor with full malice. A Xiang gently pushed Zuo Zhou away, wiped the corners of his eyes, and glared at Yan Yan, "Who is this little brat?"
"Ignore the person who should be under the car, let's go, let's move! By the way... give me some money."
Axiang rolled her eyes angrily, as if in slow motion, "No need, the money you spent to destroy the house was allocated by Dali Temple. That's Master Di's wish."
"Lao Di, um, why are you misusing public funds!" Zuo Zhou curled his lips, then felt a little embarrassed, "Well, I asked a friend to find a house outside, but I haven't paid yet."
Axiang was a little angry and puffed out her cheeks and said angrily: "Do you have to move out? Is it fun to have trouble with Mr. Di?"
But Zuo Zhou shook his head seriously, "No, Di Renjie doesn't fully trust me now. It's best to go both ways for this kind of thing, and no one party can rush it. And..." He didn't believe in Cihang Jingzhai's matter.
Huang didn't know, so this must involve something, and he didn't want to get involved. It would be bad for himself and make it difficult for Di Renjie.
Axiang didn't know what Zuo Zhou's unfinished words meant, but nodded habitually, "Then I'll pack my things when I get back."
"I'll go with you."
"Don't you need to continue investigating the case?" A Xiang looked at Yan Yan.
"There is no need to stay here anymore. The most you can do is say hello to Prince Consort Xiao."
"The Prince Consort has entered the palace. He will live with the princess in the palace for a while. After all, the crime scene has not been cleared yet. You can't let Princess Xiping live in such a place. The princess is still pregnant!"
Zuo Zhou suddenly realized that Axiang had always accompanied Princess Xiping when she lived here before.
Zuo Zhou looked back at Yan Jin, "If Zuo Yaoqing has any new information, I'll trouble you."
"Don't worry, I'm very honest when I accept money to do things!" Yan Jin said and was about to leave with the zombie child, but was stopped by Zuo Zhou.
"Your paintings shouldn't be sold to anyone else, right?"
Yan Jin hesitated for a moment, then turned around and spread his hands helplessly, "Ordinary customers won't notice this kind of thing."
Zuo Zhou stretched out his hand, and Ah Xiang cooperated and took out a small banknote, "I'm very strict!"
Yan Jing was very unhappy that someone was making fun of his name, but he still honestly took the banknote, which was the money to buy the exclusive.
…
Zuo Zhou sent Yan Jin away, then returned to Dali Temple with A Xiang, and then moved out with Zhan Qi. A Xiang was not dissatisfied with Zhan Qi's behavior, as if it was a habit. Old Zuo, on the other hand, did not
Moving out was a bit surprising, "Does our father think it's not safe to live with us? What about our children?"
Zuo Zhou raised his eyebrows. He thought this father was quite wise. After all, if parents lived with their children, it would be inconvenient for the children to do the things they love. "Dad needs someone to take care of him, and let him do it."
It's better for Shuang'er to stay in Dali Temple, so that I can come back later on the basis of treating her."
The house Zuo Yaoqing helped find is not small, and can be compared with the county government offices in small towns. You must know that houses in the imperial capital are very expensive. Fortunately, Zuo Zhou's family is very rich, otherwise he would not be able to afford it.
"Axiang, how much money do we have left?"
"There are two more piles."
"..."
Zuo Zhou was not very clear, but he still nodded as if in a daze, and then he felt that Axiang's description was very strange. It turns out that banknotes can also be described as stacks. It seems that reading more is really effective.
The three of them placed their luggage casually in their respective rooms, and then Axiang held on to Zuo Zhou's clothes, holding Chu Chu in one hand while looking at him with tears in his eyes.
Zuo Zhou was a little helpless and could only drag Axiang into the house and sleep together tonight. Unfortunately, the focus tonight was on comfort rather than doing anything. Whether Axiang was attractive or not had nothing to do with it, but everyone was still immersed in sadness.
among.
Zhan Shiqi watched the two of them enter the room with some envy. Compared to their relationship with Mr. Ximen, she didn't seem to have much qualifications to be sad.
That night, it gradually became quiet. Axiang and Zuo Zhou were lying on the bed together, and Chuchu was placed between them. I don't know if the little girl also felt the sadness, but she also fell into a deep sleep. And Axiang
She didn't even open the dream space... She was too tired and had been crying before.
Zuo Zhou lovingly smoothed the hair covering his face, stood up gently and came to the yard.
In the courtyard is an open space paved with stone bricks. There is a rockery and a pavilion near the outer wall. Zuo Zhou sat alone in the pavilion with a pot of wine and two cups.
Taking out the painting rigorously painted, the candlelight flickered on it, and a sense of pathos almost appeared on the page.
"Hiss! This rigorous painting skill is really great."
Judging from the background, this should be a courtyard. The courtyard walls and the moonlight are all very clear. The flying snowflakes mixed with the blood spread out in the courtyard and made it look desolate.
A little girl was half-kneeling on the snow, her head lowered, her face hidden by her long hair. Her legs were unusually twisted and clearly worn out. In her arms was a person whose chest was covered with a quilt.
The child who was pierced by the flying knife was probably only about three years old.
This is Mr. Ximen’s memory scene, so it should not exist in the painting. After all, this is his perspective.
Judging from the position of the little girl in the center of the picture, Mr. Ximen’s attention should be all on this little girl. What was he thinking at the time? What was the outcome of this little girl? Could it be that he was temporarily soft-hearted, so the little girl came
Revenge?
Zuo Zhou couldn't determine anything for a while, so he could only continue to observe the other people who appeared in the painting. There were more than a dozen of them, and there were even a few standing outside the field of vision. If it weren't for a certain part of the body being exposed at the edge,
He couldn't even find it. So...who did Mr. Ximen cooperate with to kill this little girl?
Based on Zuo Zhou's understanding of Mr. Ximen, he is by no means a vicious person. If he wants to kill someone, it must be because the other person has a way to kill him. But... Zuo Zhou really can't figure it out. This person seems to be only seven
What on earth could an eight-year-old girl do that would cause outrage and outrage?
Therefore, Zuo Zhou had to think of a possibility that he was unwilling to admit. Mr. Ximen... did something wrong in the past!
Zuo Zhou took a deep breath and began to observe these men in black one by one. Their clothes were similar, but their weapons were all very strange.
Some use crutches, some wear a pair of iron gloves, some open iron umbrellas, some use knives and swords, and even cymbals and fans. I don’t know if I want to sing a big show or be cool?
However, thanks to the uncanny abilities of these people, Zuo Zhou was able to use these strange weapons as clues to investigate.
Although there are many people in the martial arts who use strange weapons, since they act together, there is a network of relationships between them. As long as one of them is found, and then the network is checked to compare these strange weapons, then these people can be identified one by one.
Find it out. Things will gradually become clear after that.
call!
Zuo Zhou had just sorted out his thoughts when he caught an imperceptible flow of breath.
"Senior sister comes here late at night, aren't you afraid of others gossiping?" Zuo Zhou said softly, picking up the wine glass and putting away the painting casually.
"Junior brother, you really sound like a humble gentleman when you say this!"
Wanwan, wearing a white dress that seemed to be floating, sat opposite Zuo Zhou, lazy and charming, her eyes wide open as if she had never seen him before.
Zuo Zhou raised the wine pot, poured a glass and pushed it to Wanwan. The latter pretended to be surprised and exclaimed, "Junior brother, did you expect this person to come?"
Zuo Zhou looked at her and said, "Has anyone told senior sister that you look very fairy-like in your white gauze and long skirt?"
Wanwan proudly raised her delicate and cute chin, "No, but I know those men think so!"
"Then has anyone told Senior Sister that the way you float around at night is not fairy-like at all, you look like a female ghost."
"..."
Zuo Zhou ignored Wanwan's angry pretty face and just continued: "Your master is very self-aware. She knows that she has no feelings for me, so she can't ask her children to do anything like a mother. She also knows,
If I want to do something, I will never consider what she is like as a mother, let alone what will happen to the Demon Sect. Therefore, in order to prevent me from falling to Di Renjie or siding with Cihang Jingzhai, I have the previous
That time I took the initiative to come to my door."
Wanwan's expression instantly calmed down. She could see neither sadness nor joy, and just listened calmly.
Zuo Zhou poured himself another glass of wine, "She succeeded. Di Renjie was wary of me because of her, even just a little bit. But I was not willing to let this little suspicion continue to grow wildly, so I moved
When I came out, I avoided suspicion and didn't make it difficult for him."
"I didn't expect that my junior brother would be so gentle and considerate to his friends. Why would the two dear senior sisters talk so harshly to each other?"
Zuo Zhou didn't answer, but just said to himself: "If I hadn't shown my strength beyond imagination, I'm afraid senior sister wouldn't be senior sister!"
"Junior brother has misunderstood the master. In fact, she still misses you very much!"
Zuo Zhou continued to drink, well, you continue to make it up, I pretend to believe you, and I can pretend to be moved if you need it.
Zhu Yuyan, if you were worthless, she wouldn't even think of talking to you.
"I'd like to thank her for her concern. Since senior sister is here today, she must show her sincerity."
Wanwan looked at him with interest, "Then what kind of sincerity does Junior Brother want to see?"
Zuo Zhou dipped his finger in wine and drew a pattern on the table, "Help me find which buildings have this pattern."
This pattern is what was painted on the wall of the courtyard in the painting. It is exquisite and special in workmanship. It is obviously not an object that ordinary people have.