The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Beijing Palace, piano room.

"really?!"

Wei Ying bounced off the ground abruptly, and then leaned forward, propping his palms on the most beloved guqin, regardless of the crunching screams of the piano body, tightening his two long and healthy legs. A bunch of urging questions:

"Then Sun Shaozong, are you really going to fight in southern Xinjiang?!"

The personal maid Nian Xia was bluffed by the sudden excitement of the master, and she couldn't turn her mind at the moment-she was just changing sandalwood, and she just said some gossip, how could she react so much?

Seeing the inexplicable look of Nianxia, ​​Wei Ying also knew that he had lost his temper. He knelt down and sat back to his original position in a hurry. I never thought that Master Sun would go to war again."

This excuse is really crappy and crappy, but Nianxia is a slave girl after all, even if she is suspicious in her heart, how can she dare to ask more?

At the moment, he hurriedly laughed and said, "The servant girl just listened to a few gossips, maybe it's true or false."

It's best to be true!

Wei Ying prayed secretly, and was silent for a while, and couldn't help but let Nianxia repeat the gossip she had heard.

Hearing the rumors seemed to have noses and eyes, Wei Ying felt a little bit more delighted in her heart - she was already worried about how to keep Sun Shaozong away from the palace. If this news is true, naturally, there is no need to superfluous.

The one with the surname Sun had better die in southern Xinjiang, and let it be done once and for all!

This thought flashed through my heart, and then he hesitated again. The surnamed Sun was despicable, but what he did could barely be called a ‘hero’.

If he were to die in the hands of the Southern Xinjiang Barbarians, it would seem...it would be a pity.

wrong!

What a pity to be humiliated by him?

However, even though that servant is a bit lewd, he is a pity for the poor and weak, and can give up his life for the country...

In the bottom of Wei Ying's heart, it seemed as if he was playing left and right, and thoughts one after another in a mess. When he finally recovered, he found that Nian Xia was still standing in front of him.

"You go down first."

She waved her bare hand, waved back the maid Nian Xia, and gently teased on the guqin, but the original crisp sound of the piano looked dull, obviously just injured.

But Wei Ying didn't realize it, and another indecisive question arose in her heart: Sun Shaozong, Minger, came to the palace, do you want to see him?

It stands to reason that now that she has such an opportunity, she should wait for the following, instead of rushing to risk meeting Sun Shaozong.

however……

If the news is true, this view may mean that heaven and man are separated forever.

Thinking of this possibility, Wei Ying couldn't make up his mind. The rhythm of the fluctuating strings at his fingertips became more and more dazzling, but the depression in his chest was still difficult to express.

Cang~

Pressing the seven strings heavily on the piano body, Wei Ying suddenly grew up, took off the sword from the south wall, and pulled out the sheath with a scream. Then he was like duckweed and stepped on the seven stars, and she was on the piano platform. A silver moon danced before.

…………

"puff!"

Xing Zhong took a sip of Jimo old wine, and he spit out Zhang Xu Laiyuan, and the wine buddies sitting opposite him were the first to bear the brunt.

The man subconsciously raised his hand, but rubbed the dregs full of sleeves, and he didn't know what it was that was sticky. He was annoyed at the moment. He slapped the table and jumped up and waited to turn his face with Xing Zhong.

Never thought that Xing Zhong stretched out his hand first, grabbed his collar firmly, and roared with red eyes: "What you just said is true?! Then Sun Shaoqing is really going to fight in southern Xinjiang?!"

Forced by his aura, the man remembered that the man in front of him was a relative of the Rongguo Mansion, and he was afraid it would be difficult for him to start his hands.

The annoyance at the moment folds in half, pushing Xing Zhong's wrist with his backhand not lightly nor heavily, and his mouth is vaguely said: "This street has been spread all over, can there be fakes?"

After hearing this, Xing Zhong slowly loosened the collar of the other party, and then slowly sat back to the original position. After a long silence, he suddenly jumped up and flew out of the restaurant.

"Hey, hey! Master Xing, I've said that you have a treat today!"

A few friends and friends chased to the door. Seeing that Xing Zhong had run away early, the shopkeeper and buddies from behind followed suit at the same pace, and they all turned back cursingly.

When I returned to the table, I saw that the wine and vegetables on that table were covered with the foul that Xing Zhong vomited, and I was even more hated at the moment. You kept cursing each other, but after all, I was reluctant to just leave, so I did it again. To deal with it, he licked the half pot of residual wine.

Not talking about these people, but saying that Xing Zhong rushed all the way, went back to the east courtyard of Sun Mansion, and didn't talk to Xing Xiuyan who was greeted out. He walked back and forth in the living room like a hot pot of ants.

When Xing Xiuyan looked at him like this, he knew that it wasn't a ‘disaster’—if a catastrophe was imminent, Xing Zhong’s legs would have been unsuccessful, so he would walk with such a wind?

So I didn't care about him, and sat back to the corner of his own mind, put the bamboo dustpan on his lap, took the embroidery and continued to work.

"What's wrong with this?"

At this time, Mother Xing picked up the curtain and came out, seeing her husband's frightening appearance, she couldn't help frowning and asking her daughter.

When Xing Xiuyan saw that his father was so fascinated, he was still living in Sun's house, so he went back to Rongguo Mansion on his own.

Who would have thought that Xing Zhong came to draw a salary and took his wife.

After all, Xing Xiuyan is no better than Xue Baochai. He grew up in Rongguo Mansion since he was a child. How can he stay alone for a long time?

Coupled with Xing Zhong's repeated urging, even his mother came forward to persuade, so he had to move back to Sun's house again.

However, she always feels so disturbed and feels very sorry, so she has been adding some junior clothes to Sun recently ~www.wuxiaspot.com~.

At this time, listening to her mother's question, she stopped the work in her hand again and shook her head to meet her mother's gaze and said, "That's it for coming back from the outside, and now there is no word."

"Then don't worry about him, 80% of them have too much cat urine!"

Mother Xing remembered that he ran barefoot in the middle of the night the day before, and the troubled Sun family was up and down uneasy, and now she didn't have a good face, so she took a sip and waited to return to the inside.

"Bring me back!"

Xing Zhong finally spoke at this time. He scolded his wife first, then snatched it in front of his daughter, hacked his hand to grab the show bonnet, and slapped it to the ground. These broken things!"

Xing Xiuyan stood up silently, with no words to answer.

But Mother Xing quit, bending over to pick up the show brace, and choked out: "You are so good, what are you going crazy with the child?"

"I'm crazy? I think you two are crazy!"

Xing Zhong roared angrily: "This Chenglong fast son-in-law is about to fly away when he sees it, your wife is still tinkering with these shattered things all day..."

With that said, he went to grab the show buns from his wife, but was avoided by Mother Xing.

Xing Zhong became more annoyed and jumped his feet and said, "Do you know how much silver was brought back from the south by Liu Quan, who just came back? A hundred thousand taels, a full hundred thousand taels of snowflake silver!"

"This can be an official and earning benevolent son-in-law, even if you light a lantern, it is hard to find, but you keep watching, unexpectedly... unexpectedly..."

He was angry, but couldn't think of a suitable adjective for a while, so he had to stamp his feet: "Anyway, no matter what method is used, before Sun Jiajilang goes out to fight, we have to settle this name!"

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