It is indeed easy to identify. There are many ancestral halls and ancestral graves of wealthy families outside the ancient forest of Qianlai Mountain. On the Liusong Cliff outside Sanlinkou in the east, Guo Ting said that was the place where the corpses were discarded.
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and thanked.
Looking at the old friend in front of her, she still had a lot to say in her heart, but she finally endured it.
It could be seen that his life was actually peaceful now, and she didn't want to break anything because of her appearance.
After saying goodbye and leaving, Xia Zhaoyi went to the teahouse by the lake and ordered a pot of tea and a plate of pastries. She propped her chin on her head and looked at the big lake outside the window, sitting there for the whole day.
The waiter came and went, very curious about the girl, but did not chase her away, because although she never touched the things on the table, she would order a cake from time to time and give her a reward each time she ordered it. Now there are nearly 100 people on the table.
Ten plates of pastries.
It wasn't until sunset that she put these pastries in the basket she brought with her and left the teahouse.
The sunset intertwined with golden patches on the lake, and many children were playing hide-and-seek, jumping on leather ropes, and playing in groups by the lake.
A sedan was carried by the lake, heading to a restaurant in the distance, and passed Xia Zhaoyi.
Occasionally, some men's coughs could be heard inside the sedan, which sounded very forbearing.
When they arrived at the restaurant, the sedan went to the side door. After it stopped, the young woman following the sedan said respectfully: "Sir, we're here."
The curtain was opened by a withered hand. The girls outside the side door felt bored when they saw this hand. They must have belonged to some wizened old man.
But when the curtain was completely opened and the tall and handsome man in the sedan walked out, the girls were stunned for a moment, and then their eyes were filled with surprise.
What a handsome son!
Apart from her paler complexion, her brows and eyes are full of energy, and her handsome and handsome facial features make people unable to take their eyes away.
The man kept his eyes straight and walked into the side door without even looking at them.
In the window of a private room upstairs, a little maid turned around and said, "Girl, the husband of the Shen family is here."
The beauty who was flipping through the music scores looked up and nodded: "Okay, prepare some tea."
"What kind of tea?"
"Any kind is fine." The beauty looked away and said, "He didn't come to my place to drink tea."
"Yes." The maid responded.
The maid had just put the tea set when there was a knock on the door.
The maid went over to open the door and saw the man standing at the door. No matter how many times she saw him, if she hadn't seen him again for a long time, her eyes would always light up.
"It's Mr. Shen." The little maid smiled playfully.
"It's me." Shen Xu said lightly, bypassing the little maid and walking inside.
"Master Shen, this is not appropriate. I have to say hello to my lady." The little maid followed in with a smile.
Shen Xu ignored her, walked around the screen, stopped, looked at the beauty leaning on the lounge chair over there, and said, "Where is your master?"
Lin Qingfeng didn't even raise his eyelids: "I don't know."
Shen Xu looked at the young woman next to him.
The young woman nodded, then strode forward, took the music score out of Lin Qingfeng's hand, and threw it aside rudely.
Lin Qingfeng frowned, raised his head and said angrily: "What are you doing? If you can't talk nicely, what's the matter with using violence?"
Her voice is too delicate, even if she is angry now, she speaks softly and softly.
"Where is your master?" Shen Xu looked into her eyes and asked.
Lin Qingfeng raised her hand and pulled up her coat. The transparent gauze lay on her snow-white shoulders, which was very attractive.
"I really don't know," Lin Qingfeng said angrily, "My good master has been wandering around all year round. What can I know?"
"My cousin is dead," Shen Xu said in a cold voice, "I will settle this account with you clearly."
"Lin Youqing?"
"yes."
"Oh," Lin Qingfeng nodded, "Then you can go find him, but I don't understand what you are saying. Your cousin is dead, then go find the murderer who killed your cousin, and you can go find my master to investigate the crime. What, my master killed her by hand?"
"Your master handed me a knife, and maybe you also made waves in it." Shen Xu said.
"I didn't." Lin Qingfeng frowned and said.
"I hope you haven't," Shen Xu looked at the furnishings in her room, and her eyes fell on a calligraphy and painting on the wall, "Is this painting newly added?"
"It was given by someone else." Lin Qingfeng stood up and calmly picked up the piano score that was thrown out just now.
After patting the almost non-existent dust on the music score, she looked at Shen Xu and said, "If you like it, you can take this painting."
"This is the handwriting of the former Xiao Chenzi."
"It was sent by Lu Ronghui," Lin Qingfeng looked at the painting, "It was just sent today. I estimate that in half a month, my fame will be known all over Kyoto."
"What did you do?" Shen Xu looked at her.
Lin Qingfeng smiled: "When I become famous all over the world, you will naturally know it."
She turned around and went back, sat down and said, "We are old acquaintances now. I will give you a way to get rich. Do you want to listen?"
"I'm not short of money."
"If you don't need small money, do you need big money?" Lin Qingfeng said with a smile, "The plague will break out in a few days. I will give you the scientific names of some medicinal materials. You go and buy them. The more the better, how many times will it be opened by then? If you resell it at a high price, you can always make a profit."
He paused for a moment, then frowned: "The rumors about the plague were your handiwork?"
"What can you do without asking for money?" Lin Qingfeng asked.
Shen Xu looked at her with a slightly cruel gaze, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, you want money, but have you ever thought about the impact that the plague you spread will have on the people over there?"
"What does this have to do with me?" Lin Qingfeng's beautiful eyes blinked, "It's strange, Mr. Shen has never been someone who puts other people's lives and safety in his heart. Why do you care so much now?"
"Shen Lie is over there!" Shen Xu gritted his teeth and said, "If your plague spreads, if it has any impact on him, I won't let you go."
"Oh, it's your brother who was driven out of the Shen family like a lost dog, and stayed in the Guo family like a parasitic insect." Lin Qingfeng sneered.
"Rou Gu!" Shen Xu shouted angrily.
The young woman on the side immediately stepped forward, and at the same time, a bright light flashed in her sleeves, and a cold blade was placed in front of Lin Qingfeng's neck.
The iron piece was cold, and the sharp blade drew a streak of blood directly on her slender neck.
Lin Qingfeng was startled by her sudden approach. Then his whole back straightened and he stood there stiffly, looking at Rou Gu's hand holding the dagger.
After a while, she raised her beautiful eyes to look at Shen Xu, and said in a cold voice: "What? You dare to try to kill me here today."
"Do you really think I don't dare?" Shen Xu looked at her coldly.
