My Lady Is Not A Demon

The morning breeze is cool, and the Ju Chun Tower is still shrouded in dawn, no longer the glamorous and despotic night, like a lazy, lethargic, coquettish woman.

When the yawning old bustard opened the door and saw Chen Mu, that face turned into bitter gourd again.

"I'll talk to Miss Xue, not anyone else."

Chen Musai gave the opponent a silver coin.

Since accepting the bribe from Hanwu Temple, Chen Mu's entity has experienced the comfort of a wealthy and wealthy man in the past few days.

But the old bustard pushed the silver back and smiled bitterly: "Can you promise me this is the last time?"

"What if I'm here for a prostitute?"

"Then it's most suitable for Chen to catch his head at night. Many girls in my family are thinking of you."

The old bustard forced a smile.

Chen Mu sighed: "It's easy to get the sky up in the morning, so it's not easy to put out the fire. Can Mother Xu make it easy? If the fire can't be extinguished, you will be the one who will suffer by then."

Listening to Chen Mu's pun threat, the old bustard had no choice but to agree.

Let Chen Mu and Yun Zhiyue wait in the lobby first. The old bustard went upstairs to inform Xue Caiqing about Mozhan tea time, and the old bustard motioned for them to go up.

But Chen Mu asked Yun Zhiyue to wait downstairs, and he went to see Xue Caiqing alone.

Dumbfounded Mao also rolled his eyes madly.

When he was about to go upstairs, Chen Mu suddenly moved his heart and asked the old bustard: "Mother Xu, do you remember Liu Xiangjun?"

The old bustard's complexion changed, and he forced an ugly smile: "Why did Chen catch the head suddenly ask about this again."

"Stupefied."

Chen Mu beckoned Yun Zhiyue over, whispered a few words in her ear, and then smiled at the old bustard. "Mother Xu, my friend asks you a few questions, I hope you can answer honestly."

"This..." The old bustard showed a bitter expression on his face.

Chen Mu patted her shoulder and smiled, "It's okay. If you can cooperate well this time, you may not be disturbed in the future."

Hearing these words, the old bustard could only nodded with a wry smile.

...

Entering Xue Caiqing's room, the fragrance of chrysanthemum lingers.

There is a comfortable ebony gum in the center of the room, and Xue Caiqing is sitting in front of the dressing table next to her, combing her long hair like ink in silence.

The woman's willow waist is green, and she wears a light blue long skirt to set off her slender and graceful curves.

It is as beautiful and moving as a freeze-frame painting.

It's a pity that the woman is still wearing a white gauze mask, only revealing a pair of clear and cold eyes, which makes Chen Mu wonder if the other party is also wearing it while sleeping.

"Chen Catou came to me so early, so the case must have progressed."

Xue Caiqing said softly.

"Okay."

Chen Mu came behind the woman, put his hands on the chair, and his figure was reflected in the brass mirror round like a moon disk.

He grabbed the comb in the woman's hand and smiled: "Would you like me to help you?"

At this time the two people have an inexplicable sense of harmony.

The man is handsome and handsome, and the woman is beautiful and refined. It seems to be a newlywed couple who has just gotten up. They are very tender.

Seeing the woman holding the wooden comb tightly, Chen Mu shrugged, "Just kidding."

He walked to the chair next to the delicate bookshelf and sat down, raised Erlang's legs, and pulled out a collection of poems and essays, and asked, "What kind of men does Miss Xue generally like."

"Chen Tau has something to say straight."

Xue Caiqing said lightly.

Chen Mu lowered his head and flipped through the collection, but after seeing the ‘Mr. Ruan’ note on the cover, he laughed: "Miss Xue is familiar with Mr. Ruan?"

"There have been several conversations, he may be the most talented person in Qingyu County."

Xue Caiqing gave a very high evaluation.

Chen Mu moved his sword eyebrows and pretended to ask intentionally or unconsciously: "I heard that Mr. Ruan likes Liu Xiangjun very much."

The woman combing her hair suddenly stagnated, her flat eyes condensed sharply, looking directly at Chen Mu through the mirror.

After a while, she said softly: "Many people like Xiangjun."

"It's a pity that the beautiful lady has passed away."

Chen Mu sighed.

Xue Caiqing slowly combed her long hair, but the fingers holding the comb were extremely hard and pale.

"I heard that you have a very good relationship with Liu Xiangjun." Chen Mu asked

After a long silence, the woman turned around and stared at each other with faint eyes: "What on earth does Chen Cattou want to say?"

Chen Mu did not obscure the corners, and said: "I have made some progress regarding the Ju Chunlou case, but this case has something to do with Liu Xiangjun's death."

"you sure?"

"Very sure!" Chen Mu said lightly, "and I suspect that Liu Xiangjun was not accidentally drowned, but was killed by eleven women including Yuan Xing'er!"

Snapped!

The comb fell on the ground and made a crisp sound.

The woman's eyes were mocking and her tone was indifferent and empty: "Does Chen Tautou's case now rely on imagination?"

"It is imagination, but there is also an absolute logical basis."

Chen Mu stood up, bent his waist and picked up the wooden comb on the ground, and came to the woman's back, picking up the soft blue silk and combing it slowly, very gentle.

Xue Caiqing didn't stop either, but the hands holding the skirt grew harder.

"That night at the poem conference, Liu Xiangjun was so drunk, and the eleven women who took care of her were Yuan Xing'er and others."

Chen Mu's tone is low and slow, as if telling a story to the children, "Now these eleven women are all dead, and the posture of death is exactly the same as Liu Xiangjun's usual sleep posture..."

Huh!

Xue Caiqing stood up suddenly.

Although Chen Mu stopped in time, there were still a few long hairs that were caught in the comb, and the woman didn't realize it, but stared at him coldly without saying a word.

"Look at you, what are you doing so nervously."

It was a pity that Chen Mu took off his broken long hair.

Xue Caiqing's pupils that were once extremely agile at the moment seem to be covered by haze, cold to the bone: "You are so ridiculous!"

"ridiculous?"

Chen Mu stretched out his hand to gently pull the scattered hair behind the woman's forehead, and said with a smile, "In fact, you have known that the deaths of Yuan Xing'er and others have something to do with Liu Xiangjun, but you always conceal it. Are you concealing it? Who?"

"Why should I hide?"

Xue Caiqing knocked down Chen Mu's arm and raised his head coldly.

The corner of Chen Mu's lips pulled up a sarcasm: "Xue Caiqing, Xue Caiqing, you are really noble. On the day of the poem conference, why did you turn against Liu Xiangjun and almost stabbed her with a knife? That's your good sister."

"I don't know what you are talking about, I am tired now and I want to rest."

Xue Caiqing issued an order to chase off the guests.

Chen Mu smiled slightly: "Because you feel the betrayal, you hate Liu Xiangjun!"

"roll."

The woman trembles tenderly and tries her best to restrain her own emotions.

Chen Mu looked like a torch: "After Liu Xiangjun died, you spent money to cast a human Bodhisattva in Hanwu Temple, in the shape of Liu Xiangjun. Are you in memory? Or confession?"

"roll!!"

With a crash, Xue Caiqing pointed at Chen Mu angrily, accompanied by the crisp sound of broken porcelain, "Get out!"

Chen Mu patted the water stains splashed on his body and asked step by step: "Who is that man? The Ju Chunlou tragedy came from his handwriting. To make up for the guilt in his heart, give Liu Xiangjun revenge? What role do you play in it? "

"I! Let! You! Get out!"

The woman seemed to be in a state of madness, and threw all the tea bowls on the table at Chen Mu, saying every word.

Chen Mu's tone was cold: "Xue Caiqing, you can continue to conceal, but I hope you can continue to be so hard-hearted in Yamen!

Don't think that if you are beautiful, others will pity and cherish jade. Now Charon is still in Yamen, I believe you don't want to try their methods.

Can your rock repair cover your pain? I don’t think so! "

"You... don't come over!"

Seeing Chen Mu approaching step by step, Xue Caiqing suddenly screamed in panic, her voice seemed to overturn the roof: "Help! Help!..."

Chen Mu was speechless.

As for it, it makes me seem to be stronger.

But seeing the woman slowly retreating towards the window, a bad premonition surged in his heart, and he rushed over.

Cang Dang!

Xue Caiqing overturned the cabinet by the window, and the flowerpot smashed to the ground.

Opening the window, she yelled ‘Help! ’Then he jumped down and fell to the ground from the third floor.

Chen Mu was stunned on the spot.

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