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The verandah at the back was quiet, and no one spoke for a long time, only the little girl whispered to her mother innocently: "Mother, that young man just now is so beautiful, even more beautiful than the fairy in the painting!"

Gu Yanfei stood motionless at the same spot, quietly watching Mr. Xia's receding back, seemingly watching him leave, but actually observing the surroundings quietly.

The flowers and plants not far away were trampled by people, two or three people were hiding in the canopy of the sycamore tree in the northeast, and there were also people in the shadows of the eaves and the top of the wall...

Gu Yanfei sighed silently, and a wisp of white air was mercilessly blown away by the cold wind before exhaling from her lips.

If it was only her today, she would have an 80% chance of saving her life, but if Juanbi, Pang Nanny, and more than a hundred people in this village were added, she would not even be 100% sure.

Gu Yanfei lightly stroked the cloak, turned around, and walked towards the veranda again.

She told the daughter-in-law: "Huang Wei's family, go and tell your man to call all the servants in the village here."

At the end, she added: "Be careful, don't disturb the 'Xia' family."

Huang Wei's family was slightly taken aback, hearing the solemnity in Gu Yanfei's words, and even hearing that she seemed to have a deep fear of this family who came to stay overnight.

It doesn't make any sense to blame the other party for making claims now. Gu Yanfei didn't say much, and waved her hand to signal the other party to go to work, while she herself went in the direction of the main room.

Huang Wei's family hurriedly blessed, and hurriedly ran out of the yard along the veranda.

The atmosphere under the corridor was a bit depressing, the surrounding wind and snow were whining, and there was an ominous atmosphere in the air.

After about a cup of tea, Guanshi Huang came here, sweating profusely. In this winter of the twelfth lunar month, he was sweating all over, and he was full of fear.

All the servants in Zhuangzi came with him and gathered under the veranda in front of the hall.

They didn't know what happened, and they whispered to each other, feeling a little uneasy.

Steward Huang ordered someone to close the gate of the yard, Ling guarded the front and back gates of the yard, and then entered the main room.

"Girl." Steward Huang saluted stiffly, with a dignified expression, and the anxiety in his eyes could not be concealed, "Everyone is here."

The servants outside all pricked up their ears and listened.

Gu Yanfei was sitting on a grand teacher's chair in the main room, calmingly said: "It's snowing and windy today, and the tree was blown down just now. If the house is not strong, it may be dangerous. It's better to gather everyone together. To avoid accidents."

Her voice was neither soft nor heavy, and most of the servants outside heard it. They all looked at the two truncated plum trees in the courtyard, whispered to each other, and whispered from time to time.

"It's still the girl who is careful and thoughtful." Manager Huang said dryly, and then he went out and ordered the servants in the village to tidy up the east and west rooms, and prepared to lay down the floor here tonight.

As long as they are busy and everyone has a focus, it is not easy to think too much, and the atmosphere relaxes a little.

Juanbi could see that something was wrong with the girl from home, she bit her lower lip slightly, feeling restless as if being scratched by a cat.

come over. Gu Yanfei waved to Juan Bi.

Juanbi stepped forward obediently, bowed her head, and waited for the girl's order.

Gu Yanfei stared at Juan Bi's face repeatedly without saying a word.

Still the same dead face, a thick dead air almost drowned Juanbi's small face, as if blackened by smoke.

Gu Yanfei pinched Juanbi's small chin with her slender fingers, and sighed slightly: "There is danger now, are you afraid?"

Hearing Gu Yanfei's question, Juan Bi's half-hanging heart fell instead, feeling like the dust had settled, he shook his head and said:

"Slaves are not afraid."

There is a girl here, she is not afraid.

Juanbi grinned innocently, her eyes bright and determined.

Gu Yanfei smiled: "Don't worry, it will be fine, as long as you are obedient."

"The servant is very obedient." Juanbi nodded confidently.

She has no other self-confidence, which is still very confident.

Juan Bi moved her round face closer, stared at Gu Yanfei without blinking, and asked, "What do you want your servant to do?"

"No hurry." Gu Yanfei said casually, with a slight smile on his lips.

She turned her head to look out of the window, put one hand on the window sill, and gently stroked the dagger she put on the table with the other, as if she was playing with it, but also seemed to be thinking.

The snow did not stop, and the snowflakes with ice particles crackled on the roof tiles.

The place she was looking at was only a wall outside the house, but Juan Biyue could guess the direction that the girl should be looking at the guest house.

No, or rather—

That Mr. Xia.

Young Master Xia, whom they were thinking about, was standing motionless in front of a window in the guest courtyard, quietly looking in the direction of the main courtyard.

His bewitching phoenix eyes are as dark as ink, and as deep as a pool.

A few grains of snow landed on his crow-blue long eyelashes, as if a few drops of tears had stuck to the eyelashes.

He was smiling, his red lips were slightly curved, his smile was enchanting, but there was no warmth in his eyes, colder than the wind and snow, his beautiful face seemed to be wearing a mask called laughter.

Dressed in a red dress like blood, with a red jade hairpin stuck in her hair, she is as coquettish as the manjusawa on the other side of the underworld, with a strange and dangerous contradictory temperament lingering around her.

The room was dark, with no lights on, a gust of wind blew, and white snowflakes floated from the window, like a piece of silver moonlight.

A foot away from the rear, a young man with the appearance of a servant stood in the shadow like ink, silent, as if he had no sense of existence like a ghost, with his head bowed respectfully, not daring to look up at the young man in front of him.

An old figure quietly walked in from the back door, and the darkness in the room did not affect his walking in the slightest.

The silver-haired old man walked past the boy nimbly, and stopped three steps away from Young Master Xia. The snowflakes on his body quickly turned into water droplets.

The old man bowed and cupped his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Master, everything has been arranged."

"This subordinate just walked around the Zhuangzi and inspected it carefully. There are some ordinary country people here, both old and young, and none of them are Lianjiazi. At most a dozen young and strong men have a Quite strong."

"The subordinates discovered that some carriages had come here more than half an hour ago, but they all left. Judging from the direction, they are returning to Beijing. The snow is heavy tonight, and those carriage tracks have almost been covered."

"My subordinates also heard from some people in the village that it is very windy tonight. The master ordered the doors and windows to be closed, the stables to be locked, the lights and the stove to be turned off, and everyone to go to bed earlier."

"Seeing that the lights have been turned off now, everyone in this village should have rested."

When he said the last sentence, the old man raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the young man's handsome face, which was almost glamorous. There was a murderous intent in those sharp old eyes.

Drops of snow melted slowly fell from the old man's cuff, wetting the ground below.

The tiny ticking sound was barely audible under the cover of the wind and snow outside.

"He is a smart man." Mr. Xia whispered, seeming to praise, but also thoughtful.

A chuckle like snow falling on a glacier fluttered from his coquettish blood-like lips, making everyone who heard it shudder.

"..." The old man raised his eyes to look at him again in bewilderment, with a heart in his throat, nervous.

"She sees it." Mr. Xia said with certainty, with a smile on his lips, he casually folded a red plum blossom by the window.

Between the slender and flawless fingers was a blood-red ring, which looked like ruby ​​and metal, with intricate patterns engraved on it, and the bright red set off his hand as cold and white as frost.

He stared in the direction of the main courtyard.

At this moment, in this huge Zhuangzi, there is only a little light shining there, like a bright pearl in the endless dark night, tempting people to fly to the flame.

The old man and other people behind also followed his gaze and looked in the direction of the main courtyard.

The old man's pupils fluttered, and his face showed a solemn expression. Only at this moment did he slowly realize the meaning of the young master's words.

The owner of this Zhuangzi discovered their intentions, whether he saw through their identities, or...

Forget it, it doesn't matter what it is!

Just in the blink of an eye, the old man's expression changed several times, from astonishment and awe to murderous intent.

Only Mr. Xia standing in front of the window remained unchanged, his fingers gently twirling the delicate red plum, the red petals trembled slightly, and a few snowflakes fluttered gently between his fingers.

He smiled again, with a charming and feminine voice, and his voice sounded like a song: "Interesting."

He was smiling, and the smile never reached his eyes.

No matter whether the other party found any clues or not, it was completely meaningless to him.

Left and right are nothing more than the word "death".

His eyes have been calm from the very beginning, like the ice surface frozen for thousands of years, and like overlooking all living beings from the clouds, all living beings are ants, no one can enter his eyes.

The smile on his lips deepened by three points, like that bewitching flower of hell blooming instantly in the dark night, its red color was more dazzling than the red plum between his fingers.

The cold wind blew twice, violently rolled up the stumped branches on the ground, and hit heavily on the stone steps not far away, the branches and leaves scattered, and the body was smashed to pieces.

Mr. Xia turned around slowly, and changed the topic: "Has our third prince left the capital?"

When he said this, his tone had a very subtle change, intimate and soft, like an ice sword covered with icing sugar.

The old man gathered himself together, suppressed Zhuangzi's words in advance, and returned to the main business of the trip, and replied respectfully: "Young master, you have already arrived at Qili Pavilion."

"We'll be here in half an hour."

The old man's pupils shone brightly in the darkness.

After finishing his business, he stood still with his head bowed, with the same movements and expressions as that boy, all respectful.

In the thick ink-like darkness, the old and the young stood still like two blood-stained long knives with murderous aura.

There was silence all around.

The sound of falling snow outside the house became more and more audible, and a murderous air permeated the air.

Mr. Xia's hand holding the red plum fell leisurely, and said three words lightly:

"Let's do it."

His tone was understated, and the delicate red plum was thrown out by him with the movement of his lowered hand, splashing an arc like a drop of blood.

Listening to the ears of the other two, it became a word:

kill!

Even though he didn't say who he was going to attack, everyone present, old and young, understood what he meant.

This sentence determined that the lives of hundreds of people in this village would not be spared.