C1383

The day of the fifth lady's funeral was a sunny day. Yang Haisheng's complexion was still not very good-looking. He bent his back and helped the fifth lady himself. His red eyes and haggard face showed his deep sadness, which made his neighbors shed tears.

"Master Yang is so kind to the fifth lady. I don't understand why the fifth lady can't take it seriously."

"It's a good day, but I want to die. It's a pity that master Yang's white haired people give the black haired people away."

"It's said that the fifth lady didn't commit suicide. She was murdered."

"Really, who killed her?"

"Who knows, but Mrs. Yang is famous for her power."

“……”

Murong Qingyang stood in the crowd, watching the long funeral procession go to the gate of the city. Her eyes stayed on the black coffin. Two pictures flashed in her mind. One was the fresh and gentle woman in the portrait of Liu Yanli, and the other was the cold corpse lying in the coffin with a pale face. She could not help but sigh. Her eyes glanced gently and saw Liu Yanli across the street.

Liu Yanli was thinner than last time. His eyes were turbid, his cheekbones protruded more and more, and his lips were dry. His grief was obvious when he looked at the coffin. However, Mo rongqingyang saw tenderness and attachment in his eyes, and he was wondering whether he would be the murderer, but he clearly loved the fifth lady.

The team went by, leaving white paper money all over the ground. She saw Liu Yanli stoop to pick up one and put it carefully into her arms. The people on the side looked at him strangely, but he followed the team as if nothing had happened.

Murong Qingyang always remembers Ning'an's words. He says that he will solve the mystery on the day of the fifth lady's funeral. She can't wait to run back to the mirage door, but Ning'an is not there.

She asked the bench, "would you rather be safe?"

The bench laughed so much that she didn't tell her.

Murong Qingyang was a little strange, "what's the matter? What can't be said?"

The hawk sat on the tree, playing with a piccolo in his hand, and said slowly, "there's nothing to say. Angie has gone to see his sweetheart."

Murong Qingyang was shocked, "sweetheart? Ning'an has a sweetheart? "

The bench said, "what do you do when you're surprised? Can't Ango have a sweetheart?"

Murong Qingyang sat down on the edge of the flower bed, a little sad, "I regard him as my best friend, he has a sweetheart but does not tell me, too heartless, which family's daughter?"

The bench and the hawk looked at each other and laughed, but they didn't take over.

"I hate the way you're grinning. Can you be more straightforward?"

The bench was excited by the man, came and sat on the stone bench, "Qingyi Pavilion, do you know?"

Murong Qingyang shook his head, "where is it?"

"The place for entertainment, playing the piano, singing and dancing, is full of Qing waiters. They do not sell themselves..."

"Wait a minute," Murong Qingyang interrupted him. "Do you mean Ning'an's sweetheart is an entertainer?"

The hawk and the bench nodded.

Murong Qingyang stroked his chest, "God, what Ning An likes is a clear swineherd. No wonder he won't say it, but can you agree with Mr. Ning and aunt Qihong? It's probably a bit difficult for Mr. Ning to be old-fashioned. If Ning An really likes it, it's up to her not to marry. For the sake of friends, I can help him. "

Bench asked, "boss, what do you have to do if adult Ning doesn't agree?"

Murong Qingyang can't tell him, "you don't care. Anyway, I have a way. By the way, what's the girl's name?"

"An Yue is the most beautiful girl in Qingyi Pavilion."

Murong Qingyang nodded, "those who can match Ning'an must be the most beautiful."

Shanying looked at her for a long time, "boss, you grew up with brother an, and you are a childhood sweetheart. When he has a sweetheart, you have no idea?"

Murong Qingyang said, "yes, he has a sweetheart who doesn't tell me. I feel very angry. But forget it, he is in love. I don't care about him."

The bench said with a smile, "boss, you have a big heart."

At this time, the little fish did not know where to come out, ran to the tree and pointed at the hawk fiercely. The hawk laughed and threw the piccolo to him, "I'll take it and play for a while, but I didn't damage yours."

Little fish stares at him and goes away with the piccolo. Murong Qingyang asks curiously, "little fish is not dumb, why don't you like to talk?"

The eagle jumped down from the tree. "I don't know. Anyway, he's a Muggle. He and Ango are together. They can sit for a long time without saying a word."

Soon, the flute sounded in the backyard, melodious with a little continuous sadness. After listening for a while, Murong Qingyang touched his chin and sighed, "little fish is a person with a story."

Ning an at the last moment of Shenshi stepped into the door of the mirage. As soon as she entered the door, she noticed Murong Qingyang's unkind smile. She also brought him a cup of hot tea. He watched her warily and didn't answer.

"Don't worry. There's nothing in the tea and the cup is clean."

Rather rather suspicious to take over, "nothing gallant, non traitor is stolen.""What's either cheating or stealing?" Murong gave him a clear look. "I don't think it's easy for you." When I fell in love with a Qing swineherd, I couldn't do anything. At least I took a step to defend myself.

Ning An didn't understand, "what's not easy for me?"

"It's not easy to investigate a case," Murong Qingyang said. "I can't wait to find out today."

Ning'an came back with time. He drank half a cup of tea and said, "let's go."

When they arrived at Yang's house, they were welcomed into the hall by the housekeeper.

Yang Haisheng is resting when he comes back from his funeral. When he hears that the case has been solved, he quickly puts on his clothes and comes out. He bows to Ning An and says, "Deputy sect leader Ning, did you catch the murderer who killed Qianru?"

Ning An said, "well, it's almost done. Please call all the people in the house, so that I can identify them."

Yang Haisheng raised his chin to the housekeeper and motioned him to call everyone.

Soon, the black people crowded into the hall, with different expressions, some surprised, some flustered, some indifferent, and some excited, just for the fun.

Ning An negative hand, sharp eyes swept from the crowd one by one, and then turned to Yang Haisheng and Mrs. Yang sitting on the chair, said, "wait a minute, there is still one not present."

Housekeeper doesn't understand, "rather Deputy door Lord, the person in our mansion is here, a all many."

Ning An said, "it's not from your house. It's my guest."

Everyone had to wait patiently for a while, and Murong Qingyang guessed who it was. Sure enough, not long after that, Liu Yanli appeared at the door, and the people of Yang's house gave up a way. He swaggered in and bowed to Ning'an.

Second, continue to ask for the monthly pass and continue to increase the change.

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