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Chapter 15 The Blood Book and the Dream
Are these all for uncovering the shocking case that shocked the government and the public 13 years ago and made the great Ning Dynasty shake up?
"My lord..." There was a sudden silence in the room, and after a while, someone said hoarsely, "Is the sky going to change?"

No one could answer, the adults looked up at the window, it was late at night, and the rain never stopped.

Yan Wanwan was afraid that Yan Zheng would run into her absence when she went back suddenly, so she left the planting flower house, and after she was sure to shake off the tail following behind her, she returned to Yan's mansion without stopping.

When she got outside the courtyard wall, she was about to climb over the wall to enter, but suddenly her expression changed, she took a side step, and hid in the shadows.After observing for a while, he picked up a small stone picked up by his feet and shot it out through the air.

Amidst the soft rustling, she watched with her own eyes a black shadow rush out towards the place where the stone made the noise.

She tapped her foot, turned into a cloud of black smoke, flitted across the wall lightly, left an extra thought, and returned to the room silently through the shadow in the courtyard.

Yan Zheng did not come back.She let out a long sigh of relief, but then her brows tightened again.what happened?How could there be a master hiding in the dark in this courtyard?

She was lucky when she went out just now, and she didn't bump into him.

Yan Wanwan had doubts in her heart, she was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously tightened her fingertips. When she woke up, she lowered her eyes and glanced at the black lacquer box tightly clasped in her hand, and she also restrained her mind.

Holding the box, he went to the window and sat down, and opened the box with the faint light of the wind lamp hanging outside the window.

What came into view was a book in blood, a piece of rag torn from the inner garment, before it was opened, faint blood stains could already be seen.

She opened it, and what she saw was scribbled handwriting, and the blood stains were not old, so it shouldn't be many years old.Taking a closer look, when she saw what was said in the blood book, her pupils shrank suddenly——

I am Xiaolongqi under the command of King Ning. Since the 20th year of Yuanxi, for a total of eight years, I have taken over the five states with His Highness King Ning, smashed the enemies, and restored the mountains and rivers.Until the 28th year of Yuanxi, he disarmed and returned to the field with King Ning.After five years, he never had any contact with King Ning.In the late autumn of the third year of Yanhe, I suddenly received an order from the previous peak, calling on me to wait until I never returned to the mountain.Without doubting him, I went happily, but I didn't want to, never returned to the mountain, never returned, [-] Xiaolong Riders were accused of treason, and we were massacred before we even saw His Highness who was said to be leading us in the treason Exhausted.

Fighting on the battlefield for several years, the Xiaolongqi who dropped from 20 to [-] did not die in the end, but were destroyed by their own people.

And Your Highness... Our Highness, who is loyal and courageous, who spent half his life fighting to protect his family and the world, has also become a thief who steals the country, and his crime is unforgivable.

We were lucky enough to save a life from that massacre. We lived with blood debt and stigma, and we dare not forget it for a day, just to cleanse His Highness and Xiaolongqi of treason.

The heavens live up to it, after several years of investigation, I finally found some clues, but I can't wait, I can't find out everything, I can only hope that it will be the light that breaks the night, and I look forward to the day when the snow will be revealed, so as to comfort Xiaolong and tens of thousands of heroic spirits ...

The handwriting on the back was even more messy, and it seemed that there were still unfinished words in the end, but it stopped abruptly.It seems that the person who left the book failed to say everything, and he didn't find too many. The so-called clues were not explained in the blood book...

Yan Wanwan raised her hand to wipe the wet corners of her eyes, then frowned, put down the bloody book, and looked inside the box again.

In addition to the blood book, there are two other things——

"Silver?" Yan Wanwan was silent, turned the silver ingot over, and saw the words "Yanhe First Year" engraved on the bottom, his brows frowned even more, it was official silver.

In addition to the silver ingots, a five-color long-lived thread was placed in the box, and half a copper coin was tied into the long-lived thread.

Naturally, Yan Wanwan had seen this thing before, it was a token used by men and women as a token of love.A copper coin is divided into two, and the man and woman who are in love keep half of it, and when put together, it becomes a circle.

Even in the past few years, Jiangnan often had this custom, and it seems that it is the same in Shangjing.

However, how could such a long-lived thread appear here?
Yan Wanwan only felt that she had won the box, but the doubts in her heart became more intense. For a moment, she didn't know where to start.

What's more, just now that bloody letter made her feel depressed, at this moment, her mind was blank, and her body was full of burnout.

The rain was pattering, as if it had been falling from the ears into the dream.

The peach blossoms on the peach tree by the window were scattered by the rain, but they were also very beautiful. She looked up and was dazed.

"Xiao Xiaoyu!" A sudden blow to the head, followed by a roar rang in his ears, breaking through the sound of rain, and came from the other side of the dream, "You are still distracted, look, your sunspot You're going to be eaten up, are you ashamed to be distracted?"

"A true gentleman who watches chess without talking, do you understand? Foster father, look at Xiao Rang, he is aggressive with me." At that time, her voice was still young, she touched her reddish forehead, and looked at the man opposite with aggrieved eyes.

The man was wearing a wide-sleeved white shirt, sitting in the misty rain, drenched in ink and wash in a trance, elegant and dusty, while picking up the tea cup in his hand, he took a sip, and dropped the white chess piece between his fingers to draw her last A few sunspots were strangled cleanly.

The laughing voice slowly rang in my ears, and it was also clear and pleasant, "Yu'er, it's a big taboo to be restless when playing chess, but this time I lost again. I would like to accept the bet and turn around, but I have to help Yi My father finished typing the remaining half of the chess books."

"Huh?" She immediately collapsed and became depressed.

"It deserves it!" Xiao Rang laughed beside him, still gloating.

She glared at him, but was caught off guard by an embroidery frame pressing up behind her, "Before you play chess with your adoptive father, go embroider for a while, you have to sharpen your temper with embroidery."

"I can embroider better than you." She turned her head and bared her teeth at the visitor, "How is it like you, last time I embroidered a purse for my adoptive father, was it a mandarin duck? It is clearly a duck."

"What's wrong with the duck? Even if I embroider a duck, my husband will not dislike it."

"Is it worth showing off to embroider mandarin ducks into ducks?"

"Who said I'm showing off the duck? I'm clearly showing off my husband! If you have the ability, find a husband who is better than your adoptive father to show off to me!"

"Can you mother and daughter talk properly?" The father and husband were very helpless.

"No!" The tacit understanding between the two women, one big and one small, was perfect.

The man looked at them and just smiled.

"What are you laughing at?" The two women, one big and one small, were stupefied.

"Laugh, you two really look alike."

"Who looks like her?"

"Who says she looks like me?"

"It's really similar, with the same rudeness and bad temper!" The boy's slightly immature voice revealed a calmness that he didn't have at that age, "So, Xiao Xiaoyu is more like your own!"

"Xiao Rang!"

The rain and mist filled the air, drowning out the laughter and liveliness, and the peach blossoms fell. She stretched out her hand to catch it, but she only got a palm of nothingness.

Almost at the same moment, she had come to her senses, her muscles tensed, and one hand even went under the pillow, but unexpectedly, it was in vain.
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(End of this chapter)