The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

[Third more]

The lips are divided at once.

The rustling sound of the dress rubbing was immediately replaced by a heavy breath.

This is a pavilion by the lake. It was originally as cold and lonely as an island in the wind and snow, but since a pair of wild mandarin ducks entangled in it, it seems to have changed.

It's a pity that this place, this weather, it is still hard to soothe the suffering of lovesickness after all.

Rubbing Ping'er into his arms vigorously, Sun Shaozong put his chin against her forehead and said, "Your mistress said that she is going to calculate the general ledger. I will discuss with her then and officially hire you to take you home. it is good?"

This is what Ping'er thinks about day and night. At the moment, Zixi’s heartbeat has slowed by half a beat, but she only leans Zhen Shou in Sun Shaozong’s arms, and softly replied: "Everything is subject to the master's arrangements."

"correct."

Seeing that the gentleness and the promise were made, Sun Shaozong couldn't help but tell the story of the dozen or so letters he had received in Huguang.

Some roughly revealed the numb language in that letter.

"Who did you say that wrote this? Why did you pretend to be your name?"

"Is there such a thing?"

Ping'er listened for a moment, then bowed her head for a while, and then thought of herself suddenly. She felt ashamed and disgusting.

He opened his mouth to say what was going on, but immediately remembered that the person once said that if he took the initiative to disclose it to Sun Shaozong, his previous promise would be invalidated.

So when I came to my lips, I couldn't say it all.

Sun Shaozong noticed her abnormality, so he pinched her heart through the clothes, pretending to say: "Why? What else can't you tell me?"

Ping'er had no words to say, so she had to be right.

Sun Shaozong asked again and again, seeing that there was still no result, he couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

Could it be that Ping'er had been born with him after two years of not seeing him?

But it's not right.

Even if the verbal demeanor can be faked, the physiological response can never be wrong.

Could it be that……

Suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in Sun Shaozong's mind, and he secretly said that the letter shouldn't be Wang Xifeng's handwriting, right?

Ping'er and Jia Lian had long since lost their feelings, and logically they would not hide anything for him, but Wang Xifeng, after all, had been waiting by his side since he was a child, and there is still some affection in any way.

But why did Wang Xifeng produce so many letters in the name of Ping'er?

It will never be the same as Li Wan and Youshi...

Nothing!

This must be clarified!

Since the words are invalid, it seems that they can only rely on these two pieces of meat under the crotch to move the balance in Ping'er's heart.

Thinking of this, Sun Shaozong leaned in Ping’er’s ear and said, “I’m afraid it’s not easy to walk on the road like this, so why don’t I just stay for the night and wait until tomorrow’s wind and snow stops and I won’t go home again. late."

This should be discussed with Baoyu.

Speaking with Ping'er now, there is something in the words.

Ping'er's heartbeat was much faster immediately, and he sipped inwardly, muttering in his mouth: "You men, you only think about this all day long."

Hehe~

If a man doesn't want this all the time, something should happen at home.

After spending a while with Ping'er, Sun Shaozong said goodbye to her.

Only after leaving the pavilion, he did not rush to Daoxiang Village directly. Instead, he went to the front yard stable first and called the coachman Zhang Cheng to give a careful explanation.

When I returned to the Grand View Garden again, I didn't know how long it was delayed.

Sun Shaozong hurried a few steps under his feet, then looked for the rugged tree-lined path, and kept his head down.

Seeing a dense forest nearby, I suddenly felt that there was a faint flame in the forest-it didn't seem like water was gone, but someone was burning something.

If he changed to someone else's house, Sun Shaozong said he couldn't, and walked away.

However, thieves were recruited in this Grand View Garden, and there were several thieves who conspired in the forest—of course, not the forest in front of them.

So Sun Shaozong quietly followed the flame and touched it.

The forest is not big. It only took seven or eight steps to reach the small pavilion in the center. If it weren't for this, Sun Shaozong would not have seen the fire.

Seeing the front, Sun Shaozong looked intently into the pavilion, but almost uttered a "Huh".

But it turned out that there was a graceful and plump woman in the pavilion, squatting on the ground and filling a small copper basin with paper money.

Aunt Xue?

How could she come here to burn paper?

Could it be that today is the death day of her dead ghost?

It's not right. If it was his father's death day, Xue Baochai would still have time to chant poems and make the right?

Besides the husband’s death day, there is no need to burn paper in such a sneaky way.

There must be something strange in this!

Seeing that Aunt Xue seemed to be muttering something eloquently, Sun Shaozong stayed closer and listened to it.

Who would have thought that after taking a few steps inside, he heard a crisp sound under his feet, but accidentally stepped on the dead branches buried in the snow!

"Who?!"

Aunt Xue immediately stood up straight and looked over here.

In this unlucky forest, the largest tree is not thick enough to cover Sun Shaozong's figure at all!

Reluctantly, he could only pretend to be generous, and walked towards the pavilion: "My nephew sees that there is a faint flame here. I am afraid that the water is gone, so he came in to see what, who thought it was. Auntie is here."

As he said, he lowered his head and glanced at the brazier on the ground, wondering: "Is it the death day of Uncle Xue's family today?"

"how come!"

When Aunt Xue saw that it was Sun Shaozong~www.wuxiaspot.com~, she breathed a sigh of relief, but then raised her heart again. She took a half step back and said: "I just got used to something annoying, so I talked to him. Talking."

In the courtyard of Mrs. Wang, she was quite provocative in her words because she was sure that Sun Shaozong would not dare to be rude.

But now in this dense forest, there are no outsiders alone, but she still has the courage and mind to tease Sun Shaozong?

After a quick explanation, she said anxiously: "I have to go to my sister, so I don't have to say anything more than Erlang."

With that said, he gave a slight salute, and walked out of the kiosk in the opposite direction, preparing to go back to the main road through the dense forest.

Gee~

I haven't seen each other for two years, this Aunt Xue has really seen her.

Seeing her with a deep foot and a shallow foot, she rushed forward without knowing clearly, Sun Shaozong hurriedly reminded: "The road is slippery and slippery, mother be careful..."

Hiss~

Slap~slap!

Unexpectedly, before this reminder was finished, I heard a burst of brocade cracking, followed by two crackling sounds, it seemed that something had broken.

With these movements, Aunt Xue staggered a few steps forward, and the feather satin cloak floated on the floor.

That's not even counted, that Tang-style palace dress was torn in nowhere, and it collapsed in two times, revealing only a pair of Er Shuang Saixue's arms, half of the jade-like pink back, and The bust of a golden embroidered dragon on an autumn-scented plate.

"what!!!"

Sun Shaozong was stunned looking at it, but he heard a hysterical scream from Aunt Xue...()

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