The maid walked to the doorway of the porter and stood down, as if she had heard the conversation at the door. She replied, "Miss also told me that I have a headache today and can't see guests." Let's come back another day. ”

Nie Xiaoman felt very disappointed, but he still refused to quit, he stood and pondered for a while, and suddenly approached Jingmo's ear and said, "Look at this situation, I can't see him today." But if you have a friendship with him, you might as well go in alone. I'm waiting for you here. ”

Jing Mo replied: "You asked me to go in and offer condolences on your behalf?" ”

Nie Xiaoman winked at Jing Mo, bit his ear and said in a low voice, "Okay, are you going to take revenge on the spot like this?" You already know that we're not here to offer condolences. When you go in to see him, you don't have to say that I will come, but you have to respond to the situation and find out what entanglements he and Liu Hanfei have after all. ”

Nie Xiaoman asked Jing Mo for another post, and after the film, he annotated five small characters of "There is an important matter to talk about", and turned back to the servant: "You send this post in." ”

The servant took the post and looked at it, but still stood still, still a little hesitant.

Nie Xiaoman said: "Don't worry, you just send this post in." Your master won't blame you. ”

The old slave with a bent back had to take the post and walk in. The maid saw the two of them talking in whispers, and naturally attracted her attention, and stood outside the porter, becoming vigilant. Nie Xiaoman moved a chair and sat down loosely, crossed his hands in his arms to keep warm, pretending to be in a leisurely state, and no longer talked to Jing Mo.

Jing Mo had no choice but to sigh, knowing in his heart that this Jinyiwei's post would have a miraculous effect if it was sent in. But after touching a pillar of incense, the servant came out to report and said that the master invited Jingmo in.

Jing Mo was secretly happy, nodded at Xiao Man, and turned back to the main house. Jing Mo walked and self-estimated, what the other party saw himself, is it just for the five small words behind the post? Most likely or the identity of his own brocade guard? If it was the latter, didn't Sima Yingyang have some prejudice in his heart?

Sima Yingyang's bedroom was in the second room behind the study downstairs, and Jing Mo walked through the guest hall where "the flowers bloom differently in one day" and stepped into the bedroom. Ying Yang leaned against a peachwood bed with a white tent, a soft hat on his head, and a few pillows under his head. There is a fire in front of the bed, and the heating is blowing on the face.

Jing Mo felt that if the temperature in the room was compared to the outside, it would be at least a quarter worse. But Ying Yang hugged two thick blue silk quilts, and seemed to be very afraid of the cold. The furniture in the room is exquisite, but the patent leather is old. On the dressing table in front of the bed is a white porcelain teabowl teapot painted with gold flowers. A sprig of red plum was inserted in a rain-soaked black clay vase, lured by the heat, and had opened up.

Ying Yang propped up his body and looked at Jingmo with his eyes open. Jing Mo saw from the light that his eye circles were slightly sunken, and his face was also very haggard, as if he had insomnia the night before. His words made Jing Mo secretly surprised.

Sima Yingyang asked, "Brother Su, do you have anything important to discuss with me?" ”

Well? Is he playing tricks? Isn't this a sign of a weak heart? Jingmo decided to leave it perfunctory.

Jing Mo said: "It's nothing. I have come to greet you because you were falsely alarmed last night. Because you didn't see you, I wrote that-"

Sima Ying hurriedly said, "Brother Su, why are you hiding it from me? Your expression clearly tells me what news you have brought with you. ”

Jing Mo slightly confirmed, could it be that what had been revealed on his face?

Jing Mo replied with a smile: "Yes, I have a piece of news for you." You may be able to get out angry when you hear it. ”

Sima Yingyang asked anxiously, "What's the news?" ”

Jing Mo said: "That scoundrel Liu Hanfei killed someone last night!" ”

Sima Yingyang leaned back a little and said in surprise: "Hey! It's true? ”

"Of course it is. Mr. Si Xian, you still don't know this news? ”

"No, where did I know?"

"I think this kind of tragedy may spread in half of Jinling City within a day."

"Alas—I haven't heard anything out of the outside today."

Sima Yingyang's tone was unnatural, and his eyes were drooping, and Jing Mo couldn't help but secretly doubt. He really doesn't know? Or is it lying?

Jing Mo said again: "Mr. Sima, what do you think of the fate of this person?" This scoundrel was too arrogant last night. ”

Sima Ying said hesitantly: "Well, it's really annoying. ”

"Actually, it can't be fake, it can't be fake. The world will never believe the words of this scoundrel. ”

"That's true, but how could this wicked man be killed last night?"

"It did happen by chance."

Jing Mo responded, staring at Sima Yingyang's face, Sima Yingyang's gaze remained on the quilt, pondered for a while, and asked, "Then who is the murderer?" Has it been found out in the yamen? ”

Jing Mo shook his head: "Not yet." ”

Sima Yingyang's eyes raised, met Jing Mo's gaze, and immediately dodged away. Then he tried to look back, and asked again, "Brother Su, what do you think?" ”

"Oh, nothing."

"No, I can see what you're hiding! You—do you doubt me? ”

Jing Mo didn't expect that the conversation would be so straightforward, and what was even more unexpected was that it was Sima Yingyang who took the offensive, he himself was weak, trying to strike first?

Jing Mo still said vaguely: "Mr. Sima, what do you say I suspect about you?" ”

Sima Yingyang replied bluntly: "I suspect that I killed this rascal!" ”

"Hey, no." Jing Mo was sophistry.

Sima Yingyang said to himself: "Hey! No wonder so many people are looking at me today. That's probably what they suspect me about, right? ”

Jing Mo comforted: "No, you don't have to be careful. ”

"Brother Su, your words are good. If they doubt me, they will go astray. After I was insulted by that scoundrel last night, my friends parted with me. So I went back into my room. My daughter stayed with me all night and didn't fall asleep until dawn. He sighed, "In fact, a vicious scoundrel like Liu Hanfei is only afraid of many people who have a grudge against him." As long as you go to the right path, you can finally find out. ”

This was clearly said by means of something. Sima Yingyang had obviously seen through Jing Mo's intentions, so he had this kind of expression that made Jing Mo turn his gaze, but Jing Mo had to express his acceptance.

Jing Mo replied: "It is true that a scoundrel like him deserves to die. Last night, when I heard him insult you, everyone felt indignant. If he hadn't fled, I guess he would have been beaten and kicked. Jing Mo paused, and then introduced the topic to the main idea. Mr. Sima, we all know that his words are fabricated out of thin air, but there is always a reason for this, if you don't see the outside, can you tell me about it? ”

Sima Yingyang leaned his shoulders on the pillow again, lowered his head and pondered for a while before sighing and saying, "Brother Su, I didn't want to tell others about this matter. But I thank you for coming to see me, so I might as well talk about it. The wicked man did a dishonorable thing. I found out and quit him. He held a grudge against me, and was afraid that I would announce it afterwards, so he preemptively made up a story to frame me while I was having a banquet. ”

Jing Mo further asked, "What did he do that was dishonorable?" ”

Ying Yang hesitated a little and said, "He- he stole something." ”

"What's that? Is it worth the money? ”

"Of course it's worth it. That—that's one of Xiutang's bead bracelets. ”

"Huh? Is he stealing something that Ling loves? ”

Ying Yang's old face turned red, lowered his gaze again, and pinched out white marks with his two hands, as if he was regretting his words.