The two people at the door had already opened the door. There were three or four layers of coral bead curtains inside. Yan Qing and Zhao Chuyun opened it and immediately smelled the refreshing fragrance of tea.

Inside is a large space with a high ceiling. The chandeliers above should be inlaid with luminous pearls. The surrounding pillars are all carved with red roses. Opposite the door, an elongated screen blocks the people sitting in front.

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After a few steps, Yan Qing saw the person behind the screen. There was a small root-carved table with tea sets on it. Two women were squatting next to it, ordering tea. There were two Taishi chairs on both sides of the other table.

Yan Qing immediately saw a beautiful woman. Under the dim light, she wore snow-covered clothes and dark hair. When she turned around, her beautiful eyes were looking forward to her, and she had an elegant temperament.

I have to say that her face is very suitable for wearing light colors, but Yan Qing doesn't like it. She likes strong colors, a red dress like fire, her hair that was cut off to shoulder length was tied up high, her eyebrows raised and

Upturned lips seem to be contagious.

It can be said that the two of them only imagined their looks.

"Gentle, it's you after all." Yan Qing felt helpless.

What is the Chunfeng Pawnshop? This is just for the heroine! No wonder the private rooms are a lot of high-end. Ha, it is indeed the heroine Mary Su Shuangwen. The aura of the protagonist is so powerful!

The other person next to him is Zhao Ji, our male protagonist.

Yan Qing was suddenly very curious. Didn't they also recite the secret code for social death when they came in? Did the plot master really want to poison everyone?

"Why are you here?"

Zhao Ji glanced at Zhao Chuyun and said, "Our purpose is probably the same."

Yan Qing rolled his eyes: "Whoever is like you, don't be so sentimental."

Ever since he was morally kidnapped by Zhao Ji yesterday, Yan Qing has disliked him.

"Come, watch," Wen Wen pulled Yan Qing's sleeve, "We came here because we found clues to the case of the female corpse's resurrection."

"What did you find out?" Yan Qing pulled Zhao Chuyun to sit next to him, while the people on the stage were already making opening remarks.

Zhao Ji grabbed Wen Wen and stopped what she was about to say. He smiled and said to Yan Qing, "How are you thinking about it, Sister Wife? If we want to cooperate, we can naturally share information."

"Tch, who cares?" Yan Qing hugged his chest and didn't bother to pay attention to them, "Also, we are not familiar with each other."

I don't know if it was because of Zhao Chuyun's presence, but Yan Qing felt that he was so confident that he dared to yell at the male protagonist.

Wen Wen glared at Zhao Ji and told him not to speak, then pulled Yan Qing back behind the screen and said, "Yan Qing, can you come and help me?"

"Help you?" Yan Qing hugged her chest and looked at her carefully, "Aren't you afraid of being exposed now?"

He looked at her tenderly and apologetically: "I have already had a showdown with Zhao Ji, because I can handle cases for him, so he doesn't intend to expose me."

"What?!" How could Yan Qing remember that the relationship between the male and female protagonists started out as admiring each other, but how did it turn into using each other? What part went wrong? No wonder the plot writer was so anxious, she lowered her voice and asked, "Don't you like each other?

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Wen Wenwen's face turned red instantly: "Don't talk nonsense, I'm not interested in whether you like it or not."

Not interested! Yan Qing felt like he was struck by a thunderbolt. Isn't this novel just a sweet love story, where you solve crimes in your spare time to increase your feelings? How could the heroine not be interested in falling in love?

"So what are you interested in?"

Three days later, Luo Jianrong, the old man of Luofu, celebrated his seventieth birthday. The whole Luofu was filled with joy and excitement.

"Yunzhi, you're here. Mother has prepared spicy crispy horns and is waiting for you to eat them!"

As soon as Zhao Chuyun entered the door, Luochen greeted him. He smiled and asked, "How is Aunt Xia doing lately?"

Luochen pulled him to quicken his pace and said, "Well, my grandfather is celebrating his birthday today, the house is lively, and my mother is looking much better."

Zhao Chuyun nodded, and as he walked forward, his eyes suddenly turned to someone. He pointed over there and asked, "What do those women do?"

Luochen replied: "Oh, that's the dancer performing today."

"Dancer?" Zhao Chuyun curled his lips and smiled.

Yan Qing and a group of dancers were taken to the guest room, and while they were cleaning up, she found an opportunity to run out.

The Luofu Begonia flowers were in full bloom, and they must have been specially taken care of. Each branch and leaf was covered with dense blooms, leaving almost no space. Just under the blooming Begonia flowers, there was a person standing.

Today, his dark hair is tied up with a jade hairpin, and he is dressed in simple blue and brocade clothes. He looks like a jade-faced young man. He is not like the one he looked at before... with coldness and murderous intent, but he seems to be well-behaved.

A lot.

Yan Qing looked away immediately after just one glance. How could she forget! Zhao Chuyun's mother and Luo Rong, the second lady of Luofu, are good friends. Zhao Chuyun also has a good relationship with his son Luochen. Such an important day will definitely come.

Really, in such a big mansion, why did the two of them meet each other? Yan Qing strode back while mentally comforting Zhao Chuyun for not seeing him.

"stop!"

Yan Qing's fleeing legs froze on the spot, and she could only say hello: "Haha, what a coincidence!"

"Unfortunately," Zhao Chuyun looked her up and down, his lips pursed into a straight line, "What kind of look do you have? And where have you been these past few days? Why did you come to Luofu?"

After eating the pure love fruit that day, Yan Qing ran away. He didn't even know she could hide it so well.

Yan Qing looked at her own attire and became more and more embarrassed. The dancer's clothes did not expose the places that should be exposed, and exposed all the places that should not be exposed. She smiled and said: "I heard that the Begonia Flower in Luofu is

It’s a masterpiece, I came here to appreciate it.”

"Begonia flower?" Zhao Chuyun turned around and searched among the sea of ​​flowers, then picked the most beautiful one and walked towards Yanqing.

He leaned forward, gently lifted Yan Qing's chin, and tucked the flower behind her ear: "Do you know the flower language of Begonia flowers?"

The slender fingers touched her cheek intentionally or unintentionally. Yan Qing froze and suddenly became nervous. She immediately took a step back and evacuated from Zhao Chuyun's territory.

She raised a smile and asked suspiciously: "The flower language of Begonia flowers?"

Zhao Chuyun didn't pay attention to her actions. He looked around at her face and seemed to be satisfied, and said: "It looks good."

Yan Qing: "..."

"If the wind makes an appointment, the flowers will come true. Have you forgotten your promise to me? As an apology, please treat me to a cup of tea." Zhao Chuyun finished speaking to himself and walked forward.

Yan Qing: "???"

What promise?

Oh, what a headache!

Yan Qing cupped his hands and said, "Maybe not today, I still have things to do."

She turned around and ran in the opposite direction of Zhao Chuyun.

"If you blend in with the dancers, you don't want to be recognized, right?"

Before running a few steps, Zhao Chuyun's voice came over again.

Yan Qing was helpless, could he bother a little less? She was here to save his life!

"Hey, who is this!" Seeing that he didn't respond, Zhao Chuyun crossed his arms and shouted at a higher volume.

"Stop!" Yan Qing quickly raised her hand to stop her. She helplessly held her forehead and said, "Stop shouting. I'll go with you."

In fact, she was not afraid of being recognized, but if she became familiar with Luofu, it would be difficult for her to investigate.

I followed Zhao Chuyun to a small pavilion, where the begonia flowers were blooming better.

The tea set has been prepared on the stone table, and strong tea is burning on the teapot, and the fragrance of tea is lingering.

Yan Qing sat down and asked, "If you have anything to do with me, tell me."

As soon as she asked this question, Zhao Chuyun was a little stunned. After a while, he looked into her eyes and said word by word: "Can you trust me to resurrect a dead body?"

Bringing back the soul through a dead body?

Anyone would find this ridiculous.

He won't want to cause trouble again, right?

Yan Qing picked up the tea on the table, took a sip, and then replied: "I don't believe it."

"When the oil runs out and the lamp dries up, a person dies as if the lamp is extinguished. If the corpse can really bring back the soul, all living beings will no longer be afraid of death."

If he is no longer afraid of death, Zhao Chuyun will probably become even crazier, right?

Zhao Chuyun looked at her straightly, as if he wanted to see through her.

Yan Qing felt a little uncomfortable. She coughed lightly and said, "Why don't we talk about cooperation."

"Oh?" Zhao Chuyun raised his eyebrows and reached out to refill Yan Qing's tea.

"You must have kidnapped me that day to anger Concubine Li."

Zhao Chuyun's mother, Concubine Jing, followed the emperor when he was still the crown prince. The two had shared weal and woe for many years and had a deep love as husband and wife. Concubine Jing could be regarded as a woman whom Emperor Wen of the Song Dynasty truly loved.

Zhao Chuyun has actually been investigating this matter for so many years. At this time, he should have found out some information related to Zhao Ji's mother Libi.

Zhao Chuyun was startled, the tea overflowed a little, and he stopped his hand.

Is it possible that Zhao Chuyun also came through time?

When this idea came out, Yan Qing was a little happy, and immediately coughed and whispered: "abandon?"

Zhao Chuyun opened his eyes and looked at him, a little confused.

"Abandon?" No response? Yan Qing continued, raised his voice, and said: "Odd will change to even, but it won't change!"

Zhao Chuyun frowned: "?"
To be continued...