Chapter 93

The rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the wind blows all over Changchuan. The smoke of the blue tile is dim on the willow bank, and the red gauze fragrance runs into the plum sky. Graceful and graceful.

The autumn rain in the mountains swept away the temperature left by the day, and also washed away the bloodstains left along the way when Su Fu escaped from the ambush. The searchers pursued Yuncong temple and broke the clue.

Sufu lay on his side, carefully discerning the movements of the men until the sound of the footsteps faded away.

Ran Yan's two eyes were directly staring at the roof, and she was sleepless. She turned over and looked at Sufu through the bamboo curtain. He turned his back to her and did not move. He did not know whether he was asleep or not. He still had the cloth bag containing the corpse in his hand.

Su Fu would rather have worked for five years for this corpse. It's really incredible. Who is in this burden?

The room is quiet, two people gradually relax from guard down, consciousness is occupied by doze.

Xu was thinking too much about the past life before going to bed. As soon as ran Yan fell asleep, the nightmare that haunted her appeared.

In the dilapidated factory building, more than a dozen obscene men with grim smiles approached a young woman about 24-5 years old. Ran Yan's heart was raised to her throat. She longed for something different this time. Unfortunately, a good young man was still in front of her to attract women's attention, while another skinny middle-aged man sneaked in from time to time.

Ran Yan shouts: Yunlin, the thin man has lime powder in his hand. Get out of the way!

Qin Yunlin didn't see her shouting at all. She turned around and kicked him straight into the neck of the youth. The thin middle-aged man saw that the time had come, quickly took out a plastic bag from his arms, grabbed it with his hands, and threw it on Qin Yunlin's beautiful face.

As soon as a dozen men gathered around him, they immediately rushed up and tied up Qin Yunlin and sealed their mouths with tape.

Someone took out the vegetable oil prepared in advance to wipe the lime powder on her face, and said, "what a pity if you can't see such a beautiful face later!"

Ran Yan was sweating and rushed to beat the animals. Unfortunately, her body was illusory and could not affect them.

"Come on, put on her uniform." Another man pinched Qin Yunlin's chin and snorted, "you police officers, don't you always wear police uniform and show authority all day long. This time, you will be powerful enough. How about serving the thirteen of us alone later, you should show the backbone of the police and hold on!"

They rudely tore Qin Yunlin's clothes, revealing her close fitting white underwear and towering chest, and forced her to wear a set of imitation police uniform. One of them was so thirsty that she couldn't help it. She put her hand into her underwear, rubbed it hard, and then explored it with her finger. She said, "ha! Boss, this girl is still a child

"No! These days, there are few young children of this age. They are delicious The first man quickly took off his clothes, turned to the people next to him and said, "take out the camera! Their bloody captain will love this wonderful video

Ran Yan looks at Qin Yunlin's desperate struggle, and his back is sweating.

"No!" Ran Yan saw that the man put on the headgear to cover his face, rudely broke off Qin Yunlin's legs, screamed and rushed over.

Then he heard the sound of drizzle and rustle outside the window. A cool wind poured into the quilt. Ran Yan found that he was all wet, and his skin was cold.

"You dream, too." Outside the curtain that cold voice with a trace of fatigue.

Ran Yan Tuoli's um, outside Sufu poured a cup of water for her, pushed forward from under the curtain, "drink some water."

Ran Yan sat up and sipped his saliva. Remembering that he had just said "you", he asked, "do you also have nightmares?"

"Yes, I often dream." "But it's not a nightmare," Sufu said

For sufu, there is no more cruel dream than the reality. All his good things are the past sealed in memory. When it is quiet at night, one can taste it alone.

"You seem cautious, but you are not wary of strangers." Sufu saw the fuzzy figure inside the curtain slowly falling down. When the water cup was about to fall, he suddenly burst into the curtain. A beautiful hand copied hand caught the glass. Half a cup of water was still firmly in it.

He sat down beside her couch, staring at ran Yan's lethargic face and murmured, "I never believe anyone..."

But this time he was at a dead end, but he was the first to think of Ran Yan. Over the years, he suspected that everyone who approached him either unintentionally or deliberately, only ran Yan's directness and boldness allowed him to relax his vigilance a little.

But it's not a good thing for him.

Su Fu covered ran Yan's quilt, flashed out of the curtain, picked up the bag on the ground, turned out the window, and several ups and downs disappeared in the vast rainy night.

In early autumn, Suzhou was shrouded in the misty night rain, while Chang'an, the capital of the Tang Dynasty, was in the middle of a bright moon.

There are many big houses in pingkang square, and there are many red doors and embroidered households. A pigeon landed on the railing outside an attic and made a cooing sound.When the attic window was opened, a man in gray took a small bamboo tube from the pigeon and quickly returned to the house.

There is no light in the room. The moonlight is reflected on a handsome face through the Koryo paper on the lattice window. He is leaning on several sides, supporting his head with one hand, and slightly drooping his eyes. He looks as if he is asleep. He was almost surrounded by books.

"Lang Jun, there is a letter." The boy came to his side and whispered.

"Well." He opened his eyes slowly. His eyes flashed in the misty eyes. He regained his clearness in an instant. He reached out to take the note and said, "lantern."

The boy from the side of the small drawer out of the fold, blowing blowing, the lights on a few. The room was slowly illuminated by the soft orange light, which showed the piles of documents in front of him.

"Someone can't wait to get rid of Liu pinrang." After reading the contents, he murmured to himself, then handed the note to the lamp to light.

"Lang Jun, it's already the third watch. You can have a rest and get ready to go to court." Asked the boy, bowing down.

"Well." He got up, his legs were wrinkled in a crimson round collar, and it was obvious that he had been sitting like this for more than an hour or two.

The boy lit the lantern, carefully put out the lamp in the pavilion, and led the way to the bedroom.

In the empty courtyard, the autumn wind is bleak, showing a bit of desolation. The boy sighed in his heart. In such a large yard, there was only one woman, Shu Niang, the nurse of Lang Jun, who was not in the house frequently, which made Xiao's house like a temple. A group of men did not have their hair cut.

"Lang Jun, in the evening, Mrs. Shu asked me to let you know. The old lady went back to her ancestral home to reminisce about the past. You were busy at that time and did not dare to disturb you." The boy turned along the path with a lantern and raised his eyes carefully to see Xiao Song's face. The old lady is not a person who likes to reminisce about the past. Every time Shu Niang goes back, it's all about Lang Jun's life.

"Mother is going to marry me again?" Xiao Song pauses for a moment, frowns in displeasure way, the voice of magnetism is hoarse and slight angry, "as soon as the day is light, you will let Bai Yi express the letter to the past, inform Shu Niang not to come back!"

The boy shrunk his head and said yes.

Walking to the bedroom door, Xiao song suddenly thought of a thing, "let you secretly investigate the matter, how is the result?"

"I have some eyebrows. I found Lu's mother to give her a hand, and forced her to recall the events of that year. She said that before she got on the sedan chair, Mrs. Lu only sipped a few sips of tea, and had never eaten anything." The boy replied.

"Is this called Meimu?" Xiao Song snorted coldly. He didn't believe in life, and he didn't believe in his wife's fate. He was sure that someone was going to deal with him, but he never caught the clue.

As the second leader of the criminal department, Xiao Songzhen has no face to express his doubts. The two wives he married, one of whom died suddenly in the new house and the other in the sedan chair, is simply a shame! He gritted his teeth and stormed his sleeve into the room.

The moon is like water, and the light of Xiao's house is only a lantern, which is very lonely.

The autumn rain in the south of the Yangtze River is in full swing, just like smoke. As the clouds ring from the temple's first morning bell, the poetic and picturesque silence begins to have a glimmer of vitality. Monks hold umbrellas and gather in the front hall in a hurry to start the morning class at the beginning of the day.

After about a moment, a little nun came over and said that today's lecture had been cancelled. She was afraid that empress ran would return to the sky and sent a message.

Xing Niang didn't call ran Yan to get up and let her sleep. She didn't enter the dormitory until the nunnery brought her breakfast.

"Lady, it's time to fall." Xing Niang lifted the curtain and approached the inner room. Suddenly, she saw a man in white plain clothes sitting in front of the rear window. She was startled and looked at it. However, it turned out to be ran Yan. Then she stroked her heart and said, "my wife is up. How can she be silent?"

Ran Yan turned back and said, "I got up early and wanted to see the mountain scenery. The rain and fog in the south of the Yangtze River are the most beautiful. "

Xing Niang took the satin and put it on her body. She also sat down and looked out of the window and exclaimed, "Oh! There are still such a large number of Hosta flowers after this! "

In the misty rain, a large white and slender Hosta with rain and dew, looks incomparably fresh, and the wind brings a burst of fragrance.

"It should have been opened in one or two days." Ran Yan said.

A few days ago, I didn't notice the fragrance of flowers. Maybe it didn't open much. Early this morning, ran Yan woke up from Sufu's overpowering medicine and smelled a burst of flower fragrance. But Sufu was no longer there. The house was as clean as before, as if last night was just a dream.

Women in Suzhou love Hosta best. When it comes to the blooming season, they will pick the flowers and weave them on the copper wire to wear as bracelets, or the hairpin in the hair room, and the whole body will be elegant and gentle fragrance.

"Let's wash and wash, and we'll have a look after the breakfast. We've sent a message from the Buddhist nunnery. Today's lecture will be cancelled. How long do you want to see it?" Xing Niang said with a smile.

Ran Yan nodded, got up, went to the dressing table and sat down. Seeing that evening green came in to clean up the bedding, he said, "evening green, the half cup of water I put in front of the couch must not be spilled, I keep it useful."Night green should a, put the water out on a few, just began to clean up. Xiaoman brings water in to serve ran Yan.

"Why? Why is one straw mat missing at the bottom? " Late Green's puzzled self talk. (to be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to start（ qidian.com ）Your support is my biggest motivation to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. )

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