091 It's Time to Determine the Candidate for the Concubine
"Sneeze!" Nangong Baiye looked at the irritated Mr. Luo across from him and sneezed heavily.
Qu Luo said angrily: "You have no idea how insidious Hei Xiaosi and His Highness the Seventh Prince are. They made such a fuss that the entire palace knew that I was caught. I am worth tens of thousands of taels of silver in a fight, so just let anyone see it."
Yes? Ah?"
Nangong Baiye didn't say anything. She clasped her fingers on the table and tapped it intermittently. This was her favorite action when thinking.
Why did that man pretend to be her maid to go in and out of Fengming Tower after Liang Yuanyuan's death?
It didn't look like his intention was to kill someone. Otherwise, he would have done it the first time she passed by, and he would never have waited until tonight.
So what is his purpose?
Could it be that... you are looking for something?
That's right, that one is probably looking for something just like her. Disguising herself as a maid is the least noticeable way.
It seems that my previous guess was correct.
The murderer and the person looking for things are not the same person.
Her appearance tonight obviously made the man wary. Hearing that she was looking for something made him really murderous towards her, which means he hasn't found that thing yet!
call……
Now that we have determined that the other party is not the murderer, there is no need to worry about it.
The most important thing is those boys and girls. What influence did they receive to drag people to hell?
She still felt that there was something she had overlooked.
No, not so much ignoring.
It’s better to say that I’m constantly being distracted!
As if he had figured something out, Nangong Baiye's eyes suddenly lit up.
The murderer did it on purpose.
Deliberately letting her focus on the person looking for something, she was unable to take time off to check on the deceased himself.
That's right.
She made the biggest mistake.
I just didn’t think about why Liang Yuanyuan was killed?
If the death of the Jiang family was due to Ye Mei's resentment.
What about Liang Yuanyuan?
According to the murderer’s killing habits, Liang Yuanyuan must have done something before!
Nangong Baiye stood up and said to Qu Luo: "Go and help me check the relationship between the Liang family and the Jiang family."
"Huh?" Qu Luo, who was suddenly interrupted, had not yet caught up with Nangong Baiye's thinking rhythm, but soon he laughed: "Okay, I will help you this time."
Nangong Baiye was surprised that he was so easy to talk to.
Qu Luo curled his thin lips lazily: "Now is the time for us to declare war on His Majesty Seventh Prince!"
Nangong Baiye:......
She wanted to wake up Young Master Luo and ask him, when did she say she wanted to confront His Highness Seventh?
"Well!" Qu Luo muttered to himself and patted her shoulder: "Leave it to me for matters outside the palace. For matters within the palace, you must have a clear attitude between us and the enemy. If you can, ignore His Highness the Seventh Prince.
he!"
In order to prevent Qu Luo from continuing to talk, Nangong Baiye curled his thin lips and said, "Sure!"
Qu Luo was happy, and his excellent Qing Gong flew out of the palace...
Outside the palace, there is endless night fog.
Without the sunshine, Jiang's house looked even more gloomy and desolate at night.
Since what happened to Ye Mei, no one lives there anymore.
A bottomless river ran across the house, with black water plants floating on it, which looked a bit like a woman's long hair after her death, which made people uncomfortable.
But the man in white seemed not to have seen it. He stood on the arch bridge, holding a transparent jade flute in his hand, which was clean and free from any dust. He stood against the light, his chiseled face hidden in the darkness, light and darkness.
When we meet this man, we can only vaguely see his tall and handsome figure.
Behind him were several boys and girls playing games, clapping their hands and singing songs.
Black resentment overflowed from them bit by bit and seeped into the river.
The man in white looked at the stone tablet in the water and narrowed his dark eyes slightly... It seemed that it was not enough.
As if sensing his thoughts, the river churned out a black wave.
The man in white smiled, as if comforting a child, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, you will be out soon..."
Soon...soon...
In the palace, Beiming Liancheng, who was floating in the hot spring, suddenly opened his eyes, and his long and narrow eyes like cat's eyes were shining with golden light. He held up his hands, sat on the edge of the pool, shook his hair, and his lean and strong back was slightly bent.
, looking from the back, the long straight spine is clearly visible, and the tail vertebra is faintly submerged in the low-waisted pants.
The man in black clothed in a cloak respectfully handed over an ancient robe.
He took it, put it on his body casually, and walked down the depths of the Demon Palace.
The black coffin made a buzzing vibration, and the vampires were obviously affected by an unknown influence, with their fangs slightly exposed, clamoring to suck.
The gentle taste of being locked underground like this can no longer satisfy them. They want to go out, hunt, and bite the girl's graceful neck!
But they had no way to get out, just because the man standing at the door, even if he didn't take action, the sense of surrender flowing in his blood was enough to keep them quiet.
Beiming Liancheng smiled, his black nightgown half-opened, and he had a strong sense of abstinence.
He looked down at the vampires casually: "Want to go out?"
"Yes." After all, the vampires are the proudest people in this world and cannot live underground forever!
Beiming Liancheng twirled the black jade ring on his index finger and lazily ordered the servant: "Take them out and give each of them a decent identity."
"Yes, Your Highness." The servant in black cloak responded respectfully.
The handsome vampires looked at each other and followed behind the servant, raising their heads and feeling the moisture of the moonlight on their cheeks.
Beiming Liancheng propped up his chin and smiled evilly.
Just like that, overnight, a mysterious organization appeared in the capital. The name of the organization was "The Moment of Demons"
In just one day, this organization wiped out all the Jianghu factions in the capital and became famous!
However, no one knows that "The Moment of Encounter" only listens to the command of one person, and that is His Majesty the Seventh Prince...
However, His Highness the Seventh Prince's mind is not focused on this at all. Power, sex, and money are all things that human beings want to pursue.
To him, it is just a dead thing.
What he wants is a fragrant soul.
Beiming Liancheng squinted his eyes, and the tip of his tongue slid over the blood on his thin lips, revealing his handsome face...
…
The next day, the sun was just right.
Without His Highness the Seventh Prince's behavior of rubbing the bed, Nangong Baiye felt a little uncomfortable when he got up.
But not being used to it doesn't mean anything.
Instead, she felt that this sleep was the most comfortable she had ever slept in since entering the palace, so she stretched and went to wash up.
After washing, I met the old lady who came to pick me up from the palace.
Seeing this, Nangong Baiye curled his thin lips.
It seems that the time has finally come to decide on the candidate for the imperial concubine...