And in an instant, the visitor broke down the door without any courtesy.

Jing Mo saw that the visitor was a scholar, with a similar figure to himself, wearing a dark blue auspicious cloud robe, a piece of black yarn wrapped around his left arm, a pair of black satin shoes with black striped leather on his feet, a blue belt around his waist, and a square scarf on his head, looking like a scholar with some fame.

He was in his early twenties, his face was a little long, his skin was a little dark, and his small eyes seemed to be a little hazy because he had read too much. Judging from his appearance, he looks like a hard-working scholar, and there is nothing suspicious.

But Jing Mo carefully observed his actions, but found several unreasonable.

First, it was a bit appalling that he was so reckless when he entered the door.

Since he should be a knowledgeable person, he should have considerable rules. But when he entered the door, the old scarf, which was not very uniform in color and was estimated to have been worn for at least three years, was still on his head and had not been removed.

The behavior was even more peculiar, this looked at Nie Xiaoman and Jing Mo's faces repeatedly, and suddenly nodded again and again. Then he pushed the door of the study shut, and latched the little iron latch on the door, as if to prevent anyone from tracking him in.

At this time, Nie Xiaoman also looked at him silently like Jing Mo, and did not say anything. From the results of Jing Mo's observations, he guessed that this scholar must have some serious problem, which affected his sanity. When he spoke, his conjecture was confirmed.

He stood in the doorway of the study, his vest pressed against the door, as if he were still guarding against anyone pushing through the door. His small eyes were still glancing at the faces of Nie Xiaoman and Su Jingmo. His head was still moving, and he was still muttering to himself, "I know you...... I know you! This is Mr. No...... This is Lord Su! ”

In the eyes of the more timid people, the scholar's appearance may be regarded as some kind of madman or madman.

The scholar suddenly raised his voice and said, "My lord, my mother is dead...... Murdered! ”

The scholar's tone went from high to low, and when he said the word "murder", he suddenly covered his right hand to his mouth, his neck was shortened a little, but his two small eyes were still staring at Nie Xiaoman with horror.

Nie Xiaoman also nodded with a calm face, and said solemnly: "Well, it seems that this matter is very serious, please sit down and talk about it...... I haven't asked you yet? ”

But the scholar was still standing at the door, shook his head, and said, "I don't have a post." You're being too harsh! He took his hand and covered it to his mouth again, and was busy changing his words: "Hey, my lord, I'm sorry, my name is Shang Yuanji, I am studying in the Shanxue Academy, and I am still a child now." Now that my mother has been killed, my own life is in danger! Adult, please help the villain. You can't shirk it! If you excuse me, then everything is done for me...... Please, will you promise me? ”

Saying that, the scholar lay on the ground, "Bang, bang, bang!" "The kowtow is endless.

Jing Mo secretly thought that this scholar was so out of shape, obviously he was in a state of confusion, and his mind was already a little confused, if it was because of his mother's murder, and it was true, this person could be regarded as a filial son.

Therefore, the scholars' various indecent behaviors were not only understandable, but also aroused Jing Mo's deep sympathy. So Jing Mo hurriedly replied, "Little brother, please sit down." Since you know us, you should know what Lord Nie is like. No matter what trouble you have, as long as he is able, he will definitely not refuse you. ”

Nie Xiaoman slowly walked in front of the scholar, stretched out his hand and patted him lightly on the shoulder twice, and at the same time made a father-like voice to soothe the child and said to him: "Don't worry, I will do my best for you, and my place is more absolutely safe, you don't need to worry about anything." Come, come, come here. ”

Nie Xiaoman took his arm, sent him to the official hat chair opposite the circle chair, and helped him sit down. Then Xiao Man opened the iron latch on the door of the study, gave an order to Wei Pu, and then came back and sat down on the circle chair himself.

The scholar had already developed a lot of trust in Xiaoman because of Nie Xiaoman's gentle tone, but his worried and nervous expression was still not much different from when he came in. He sat stiffly and stiffly, while a pair of small eyes still looked at Xiao Man's face uneasily.

"My lord, can you really avenge my mother?"

Nie Xiaoman still said in a gentle voice: "Seriously, I will definitely do my best for you." But now you have to settle down and give me a good talk about what happened. ”

Shang Yuanji still replied to himself, "I must avenge my loving mother!" I can't just leave it at that! But now I'm the only one in the world with no relatives or friends! How can I be their opponent? Alas! How can I be able to defeat those demons and rakshasas? ”

Jing Mo felt that this scholar might really be a filial son, and now that his mother was killed, and he dared to avenge his mother, there are probably not many people in this world. So Jingmo's sympathy for him gradually grew unconsciously.

Su Jingmo also comforted: "You don't need to be afraid. You have such filial piety, although I don't have much ability, but I am willing to help you. The most important thing in front of you is to tell us what you are going to go through, and ...... you are."

The scholar's gaze moved to Jing Mo's face, his small eye sockets contained crystal tears, and he nodded to Jing Mo, but did not speak.

Jing Mo felt that in this state, it should be impossible to hope that he would make an organized narrative. Nie Xiaoman also sensed this trouble, so he used the method of prompting to try to awaken his memories.

Xiao Man looked at the scholar and asked, "Brother Yuanji, listen, how did your mother die?" ”

Shang Yuanji's body jerked suddenly, and he raised a pair of small eyes to meet Nie Xiaoman's gaze, but he still didn't answer.

Su Jingmo explained from the side again: "You have to say it, you want Lord Nie to help you, you can't help but make it clear." Otherwise, there is nothing we can do. ”

The scholar suddenly gritted his teeth and said with a hint of cruelty: "She was killed by someone!" ”

Nie Xiaoman said again: "You have said this. Now I have to ask, what exactly was her death? Was she poisoned? ”

Shang Yuanji's head moved unnaturally! At first, it was like a nod, and then it was a bit like a shake, which was really inexplicable.

Nie Xiaoman said again: "Wasn't it poisoned?" So, was he killed by a knife? ”

The scholar's reply still relied on the movement of his head, but this time it was a clear shaking of his head.

Nie Xiaoman said: "Aren't they? Could it be that he was beaten to death? ......”

Shang Yuanji suddenly seemed to wake up from a dream, and said loudly. "I don't know!

"Don't know? What is wrong with your mother's body? ”

"I don't know!"

"So, where is her body at the moment?"

"In the Yeshan Road Courtyard on Yushi Street.

This question and answer only makes people more and more confused. Jing Mo began to wonder if this scholar was not only delirious, but also completely insane. Nie Xiaoman also frowned, lowered his head, and stopped asking, showing that Xiaoman also felt the same way as Jing Mo. At this time, Wei Pu pushed open the door and came in, coming in with a tray in his hand, and three bowls of gaiwan tea on the plate.

Xiao Man said: "Brother Yuanji, you can drink a cup of hot tea and rest on this chair."

The scholar really accepted Nie Xiaoman's suggestion, took the white porcelain tea bowl, and drank it slowly.