Jiaohua

Chapter 1170 Reincarnation of Life and Death
There is a faint and elegant fragrance of plum blossoms in the lobby. Five steps away from the incense table in the altar, there is a guqin, a sapphire pot, and a red sandalwood goose tail. On the other end of the phoenix forehead, there is a faintly visible plum blossom, which is from Nianhuazhai. May case.

Xia Zhao's slender clothes are lightly traced, brushing the plum branches, flowers and leaves, Chenglu and Yueshan, falling on the long string, lightly picking it up, the clear and smooth jade string sounds, and winding up the beam.

At the wide intersection on the right, Shi Guoxin and Zhan Ning led Fan Zhuyi out.

"Second miss, someone brought it here." Zhan Ning said.

Xia Zhaoyi turned around to look, and Zhan Ning took off the black cloth covering Fan Zhuyi's eyes, and said, "Close your eyes for a while and then open them."

Fan Zhuyi didn't listen to him, his eyes were pierced by the light outside, and he squinted back in pain.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled lightly, bowed his head and plucked the string again, and said calmly, "How is Mr. Fan these few days?"

Fan Zhuyi slowed down, and said, "If you want to do anything to me, just let me over here."

"Mr. Fan is strong and strong. After being locked up for many days, he is still full of arrogance." Xia Zhaoyi held down the strings to silence the sound, and said to Zhan Ning and Shi Guoxin, "You go out first, and close the door of the Buddhist hall and the secret door of the underground passage. Door."

"Yes!" The two responded.

Fan Zhuyi watched them leave, frowned a pair of white eyebrows, and looked back at Xia Zhaoyi.

Xia Zhaoyi sat down gracefully on the piano bench, and looked at Fan Zhuyi standing in the empty hall with a smile: "Tell me, did you come to Hengxiang for the sake of Feng Qingang, or for those people?"

Fan Zhuyi raised half of his eyebrows: "Fengqingang?"

"You don't know?" Xia Zhaoyi bent his lips and smiled, "The crooked ways that Lin Qingfeng used in front of Lu Ronghui, the minister of the Ministry of punishment, cut his head and brains out to save Lu Ronghui's paralyzed child. Also, the fact that your master went to Buqu Jiangqing Meiling to set fire to my sister's body, is it also related to Feng Qingang?"

Fan Zhuyi looked at her coldly, without answering.

"And that bag of ashes," Xia Zhaoyi continued, "after Lin Youqing stole that bag of ashes, he was afraid of being chased by you, so he went all the way south and ended up in a den of thieves. It's just a bag of ashes. It made her so frightened. What she is afraid of is your anger, Mr. Fan, answer me, why did you travel to the Buqu River to find the corpse, and why, you are so angry that Lin Youqing is so frightened."

After a long silence, Fan Zhuyi turned sideways, put his hands behind his back, and said nothing.

Xia Zhaoyi smiled, turned his hand sideways, picked up the strings and played slowly, making a few lingering sounds.

Xia Zhaoyi said: "The day I first came to Hengxiang, I was attacked in front of Feishuang Pavilion. All those who attacked me committed suicide. The leader was Fang."

Fan Zhuyi frowned slightly, pricking up his ears to listen.

"Their corpses were taken back to the Yamen that night and temporarily placed in the ice cellar, but Fang Ji's corpses were swapped before they could be displayed to the public."

This matter was brought up by General Xia Junnan after Xia Zhaoyi went to the Yamen today.

While she was asleep, Shen Lie specially sent someone to the yamen to inquire about Fang Ji's body, only then did everyone find out that it had been dropped.

Xia Zhaoyi played lightly on the strings with one hand, and his voice was as clear as the sound of a piano: "I chased an old enemy out of the city, and by mistake, I met this person surnamed Fang at his funeral. Entered Feng Qingang's lair in Hengxiang again."

Fan Zhuyi turned around and looked at her, waiting for her to continue.

"The bottom of the cave is full of dead bones, either with severed heads or broken arms. He knows this well, and he never tires of it." Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyes to meet Fan Zhuyi's, and smiled, "By the way, his bedroom is like a palace. Also, back then, he found Mr. Liuhe, an old friend of my father who was good at delivering babies, and asked Mr. Liuhe a lot of details about Zihe chariots. Are you surprised that he is an executioner who likes to humiliate and kill others. But I am very happy to be born."

"Life and death, death and life." Fan Zhuyi said in a low voice.

"His bedroom is very messy, and there are snakes. There are papers scattered all over the bedroom, and there are only three words written on the paper." Xia Zhaoyi looked into Fan Zhuyi's eyes, and smiled slowly, "Xia Zhaoyi."

The girl's eyes were clear and bright, for some reason, Fan Zhuyi found that he was a little afraid of these eyes.

It seems that everything is written in the eyes, clear and translucent, full of light, but also smart and intelligent, seeming to see through everything, any secret schemes are futile in front of her.

... No, it should be said, but she will play with her in the palm of her hand.

And this girl is only twenty-eight years old.

Suddenly, Xia Zhaoyi's long fingers brushed over all the strings vigorously, and the sound of the piano, as clear as a fine spring, suddenly came like a rainstorm, noisy and rude.

Fan Zhuyi was taken aback, his expression changed, and he looked back at her intently.

The girl still had a smile on her face, playful and sweet.

"Old Mr. Fan, I really don't intend to say that I intend to die in my womb? I have imprisoned you for half a year, are you really not afraid of being imprisoned here by me for a long time? You are a smart person, you can know after a little weighing, and you will die in prison with a secret. , is of no benefit to you. And outside the prison, there are fine wines, delicacies, chessboards, operas, spring, summer, autumn and winter, and wild fields, nothing is better than your side's smelly, narrow and cramped iron prison."

Fan Zhuyi likes to frown very much, and there is an extremely deep word "Chuan" in the center of his eyebrows.

Six months ago, he wanted to cooperate with her to investigate these together, but she refused.

Then, Fan Zhuyi was imprisoned for half a year.

For the past six months, he has been suffering day by day, and he can't wait for the end. If it weren't for the arrival of several waves of men in black, he almost thought that he would be forgotten in the world.

As for the man in black, Fan Zhuyi has not even figured out whether he came to kill him or save him.

Fan Zhuyi looked deeply at the girl in front of him.

This woman is too high-spirited and doesn't play cards according to common sense. He seems to have no room to bargain, but...

Fan Zhuyi thought for a long time, and said coldly: "You came to see me again after half a year, so it can be seen that you have gained very little in the past six months."

"So what's your condition?"

"Cooperation," Fan Zhuyi said in a deep voice, "let's go together..."

His voice was interrupted by two extremely heavy piano sounds.

Xia Zhaoyi showed a regretful expression of hating him for not fighting, and said in a low voice: "Half a year has passed, you really haven't made any progress."

Fan Zhuyi stared at her closely.

"The word freedom, is it expensive?" Xia Zhaoyi asked.

"Why don't you cooperate with me?" Fan Zhuyi asked back.

"Tell me," Xia Zhaoyi didn't answer, but said, "Why did you go to the Buqu River, why did you burn Xia Zhaoyi's body, and what is your relationship with Feng Qingang?"

Fan Zhuyi clenched his hands into fists.

"Answer [-], I will give you your freedom immediately, Fan Zhuyi, this is your last chance." Xia Zhaoyi said again.

Deep anger appeared in Fan Zhuyi's eyes. He was respected half his life, but he couldn't even speak loudly in front of this girl.

Finally, Fan Zhuyi's clenched fists were slowly released.

　Thank you Yuanyuan Niang for your reward~!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)