The day of the fifth lady's funeral was a sunny day, Yang Haisheng's complexion was still not very good-looking, he leaned on his back, and personally helped the fifth lady's spirit, his red eyes and haggard face showed his deep sadness, and the neighbors also shed a few tears.

"Master Yang is so good to the fifth lady, I really don't understand why the fifth lady can't think about it?"

"That's it, a good day is just to seek death, Master Yang's white-haired people send black-haired people, it's really pitiful."

"I heard that the fifth lady did not commit suicide, but was murdered."

"Really, who killed her?"

"Who knows, but Mrs. Yang is famous."

“……”

Murong Qingyang stood in the crowd, watching the long funeral procession go to the city gate, her eyes stayed on the black coffin, and two pictures kept flashing in her mind, one was the vivid and gentle woman on Liu Yanli's portrait, and the other was the cold corpse lying in the coffin with a pale face, she couldn't help but sigh, her eyes swept lightly, and she saw Liu Yanli across the street.

Liu Yanli was a little thinner than the last time he met, his eyes were a little cloudy, his cheekbones were becoming more and more prominent, his lips were dry, he stared at the coffin, his grief was obvious, but Murong Qingyang saw tenderness and affection in his eyes, and muttered in his heart, could he be a murderer, but he obviously loved the fifth lady deeply.

The team walked over, leaving white paper money all over the ground, she saw Liu Yanli bend down to pick up one, carefully put it into his arms, the people on the side looked at him strangely, but he was casual and followed the team.

Murong Qingyang always remembered Ning An's words, he said that the mystery would be revealed on the day of the fifth lady's funeral, she was a little impatient and ran back to the Phantom Mirror Gate, but Ning An was not there.

She asked the bench, "What about Ning'an?" ”

The bench laughed sheepishly, but he didn't tell her.

Murong Qingyang was a little strange, "What's the matter, what can't you say?" ”

Shan Ying sat on the tree, playing with a piccolo in his hand, and said slowly, "There's nothing that can't be said, Brother An has gone to see his sweetheart." ”

Murong Qingyang was taken aback, "Sweetheart? Does Ning An have a sweetheart? ”

The bench said, "What are you doing in a daze, can't Brother An have a sweetheart?" ”

Murong Qingyang sat on the edge of the flower bed, a little sad, "I treat him as my best friend, but he has a sweetheart but doesn't tell me, it's too unconscionable, whose daughter is it?" ”

The bench and the mountain eagle glanced at each other, laughed, and did not answer.

"I really hate the way you grind, can you speak more clearly?"

The bench was provoked by this sentence, and came over to sit on the stone bench, "Do you know Qingyi Pavilion?" ”

Murong Qingyang shook his head, "What place is it?" ”

"A place for recreation, playing the piano, singing and dancing, it is all clean, and the art is not sold ......"

"Wait," Murong Qingyang interrupted him, "You mean, Ning An's sweetheart is a showman?" ”

The eagle and the bench nodded in unison.

Murong Qingyang stroked his chest, "God, it turns out that Ning An likes a Qingqi, no wonder he refuses to say it, but can Lord Ning and Aunt Qihong agree?" In terms of Lord Ning's old-fashionedness, it is estimated that it is a little difficult, if Ning An really likes it, if she doesn't marry, for the sake of friends, I can help a little. ”

The bench asked, "Boss, what can you do about what Lord Ning disagrees with?" ”

How could Murong Qingyang tell him, "Don't worry about it, I have a way anyway, by the way, what's that girl's name?" ”

"Her name is An Yue, and she is the most beautiful girl in Qingyi Pavilion."

Murong Qingyang nodded, "The one who can match Ning An must be the most beautiful." ”

Shanying looked at her for a long time, "Boss, you grew up with Brother An, and you can be regarded as a childhood sweetheart, he has a sweetheart, so you don't have any ideas?" ”

Murong Qingyang said, "Yes, he has a sweetheart who doesn't tell me, I feel very angry, but forget it, he is also fateful, I don't care about him." ”

The bench grinned and said, "Boss, you have a really big heart." ”

At this time, the little fish came out of nowhere, ran under the tree and pointed at the mountain eagle fiercely, and the mountain eagle laughed and threw the piccolo to him, "I will play with it for a while, and it will not damage you." ”

Xiao Yu glared at him, took the piccolo and left, and Murong Qingyang asked curiously, "Xiao Yu is obviously not dumb, why don't you like to talk?" ”

Shanying jumped down from the tree, "I don't know, anyway, he's a stuffy gourd, he and Brother An are amazing together, two people can sit for a long time without saying a word." ”

Soon, the sound of a flute sounded in the backyard, melodious with a little sadness, Murong Qingyang listened to it for a while, touched his chin and sighed, "Xiaoyu is a person with a story." ”

Ning An stepped into the Phantom Mirror Door at the last moment of Shen Shi, and as soon as he entered the door, he noticed that Murong Qingyang smiled maliciously, and she also brought him a cup of hot tea very kindly, he looked at her vigilantly and did not answer.

"Don't worry, there's nothing in the tea, and the cup is clean."

Ning An took it suspiciously, "Nothing to be courteous, either a traitor or a thief." ”

"It's either a traitor or a thief," Mo Rong glanced at him, "I think it's not easy for you." "I fell in love with a Qingqi, not to mention that it was difficult to move an inch, at least it was strong.

Ning An didn't understand, "What is not easy for me?" ”

"It's not easy to investigate the case," Murong Qingyang said, "Isn't it going to reveal the mystery today, I can't wait." ”

Ning An had already pinched the time to come back, drank half a cup of tea in one go, and said, "Let's go." ”

When the group arrived at the Yang Mansion, they were welcomed into the hall by the housekeeper.

Yang Haisheng was resting when he came back from the funeral, and when he heard that the case was solved, he hurriedly dressed and came out, and waved his hand at Ning An, "Deputy Master Ning, but you have caught the murderer of Qianru?" ”

Ning An said, "Well, it's almost, the tired housekeeper called all the people in the house, so I can identify it." ”

Yang Haisheng raised his chin to the butler and motioned for him to call everyone over.

Soon, the people crowded into the hall, with different expressions, some surprised, some panicked, some indifferent, and some excited, purely just to see the excitement.

Ning An held his hands, swept his sharp gaze from the crowd one by one, and then turned to Yang Haisheng and Mrs. Yang who were sitting in the chair and said, "Wait a minute, there is still one who is not here." ”

The housekeeper was puzzled, "Deputy Master Ning, all the people in our house are here, and there are many of them." ”

Ning An said, "It's not from your mansion, it's a guest I invited." ”

Everyone had to wait patiently for a while, Murong Qingyang guessed who it was, and sure enough, it didn't take long for Liu Yanli to appear at the door, and the subordinates of the Yang Mansion automatically made a way, and he walked in with his head held high and waved his hand at Ning An.