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When the brigade arrived at Weiwu boxing hall, they didn't catch Xu Wenxuan alive. He committed suicide and hung himself under the main corridor of the boxing hall.

Mrs. Xu and his new daughter-in-law are crying. Xu Shiqiang is sitting on one side of the steps in dismay. The boxers in the martial arts center don't know what's wrong and look at him blankly.

There are people in the mirage gate, and the county government officials stand behind them in a row. When the county magistrate looked at the corpse on the ground, his only hope was shattered. He staggered twice and was held by the Yamen servant behind him. He bent and looked pale.

Murong Qingyang looks at him and sighs. If it wasn't for the county magistrate's insistence on marrying his chaste daughter to Xu Wenxuan, maybe none of this would have happened. It happened for a reason, and then it happened.

She remembers that her mother said that she could live a happy life without dust after experiencing frustrations. Unfortunately, Xu Wenxuan doesn't understand. He keeps the darkness in his heart and finally harms others and himself.

After the case was solved, Siping county was jubilant, and the people finally returned to peace. But no one knows how long it will take for the victims and Xu Wenxuan's family to get real peace?

Murong Qingyang and the people of the mirage gate return to Lin'an, and the others are happy. Only Ning'an is calm and silent. Murong Qingyang knows that he is always concerned about the little beggar's death and thinks it is his dereliction of duty.

She didn't comfort him because she knew him very well and liked to be alone when he was thinking about something.

But when she chatted with the bench for a few days, she turned around and saw that Ning'an, who had been suffocating herself in the room, disappeared. When she asked where she had gone, everyone just bowed their heads and smirked.

She wondered, "what are you laughing at?"

Still no one answered, but the smile was more ambiguous.

Princess highness today is a bit dry, and has no ordinary patience. He said, "nineteen, draw sword!"

Ning brushed the long sword with nineteen brushes.

Shanying was a little angry. When Murong Qingyang brought Ning 19 over, he thought he had a brother. Who knows that this brother is not easy to get along with. He is cold all over and often ignores them. He said, "Hey, who's territory, do you dare to draw a sword?"

Ning 19 looked at him and frowned a little. When Xiao Zhuge saw that he was going to do something bad, he stopped them and said to Ning 19 with a smile, "don't take it seriously. He's joking with you." He said to Murong Qingyang, "brother an, this meeting should be going to Qingyi Pavilion."

Murong Qingyang heard this, his heart more dry, silent went out.

Ning 19 took back his sword and strode to catch up.

After watching the play for a long time, the bench said, "I don't think nineteen is an entourage."

Small Zhuge, "good eyesight."

Bench, "a bit like the dead man in the river and lake."

Xiaozhuge, "..." What an eyesight!

The eagle said, "no wonder the boy is as cold as a dead man."

In fact, Murong Qingyang didn't know where she was going. She was a little annoyed. She was wandering in the street. It was very hot. Her forehead was full of sweat and she felt thirsty. When she stopped, she saw the plaque in the attic on her right: Qingyi Pavilion.

It's afternoon. The sound of silk and bamboo comes from Qingyi Pavilion. She says to Ning Shijiu, "I'm thirsty. Go in and have a cup of tea."

Ning 19 mouth skin moved, pour bottom didn't open mouth, followed silently into. He had been from Monda to the south of the Yangtze River and was assigned to the princess's Royal Highness to do the dark guard. Now he has had some years. He knows that his royal highness is mean what one says.

Seeing the guest coming, the second boy was a girl. He was a little uneasy. He was afraid that he would come to smash the scene. Seeing that there was a young man behind him, he was relieved.

He laughed, nodded and asked, "are you sitting in the hall or in the elegant room upstairs?"

Murong Qingyang swept his eyes on the stage. A row of people were playing on the side stage. A dancer in a gold and red dress was dancing. Her body was curling, her waist was swinging, and her skirt was flying. Two gold rims were swung into circles, one after another, shaking people's eyes.

She asked, "isn't miss an Yue playing the piano today?"

Xiao er said with a smile, "miss an Yue has a guest today. She will play the piano and sing in the evening." Said, the line of sight tilted upward.

Murong Qingyang along his line of sight to see the past, at a glance to see Ning'an, he and an Yue sitting by the fence, is saying something.

With a slight stab in her heart, she drew back her eyes and pointed to the elegant room on the opposite floor, "is there a room available there?"

"Yes," the second child eagerly led the way, leading Murong Qingyang and Ning Shijiu to the elegant room upstairs.

The elegant room that Murong Qingyang entered was facing Ning'an. Without entering the door, she asked Xiao Er to put down the bamboo curtain. Xiao ER was a little strange. "Girl, it's peony Huakui dancing today, don't you see?"

Murong Qingyang asked, "isn't your Huakui Anyue? Why is there another peony?"

Xiao er Explained, "they are both Huakui, and their skills are different. What kind of tea would you like, my guest? ""No tea, just a pot of good wine."

Ning 19 looked at his master. He said he was thirsty. He came in for a cup of tea. How did he drink again?

Small two should voice "good Le!" Deng Deng Deng went downstairs. After a while, he brought up a pot to sprinkle and served with a few plates of wine snacks.

Murong Qingyang see Ning 19 pestle at the table is a bit eye-catching, said, "you sit down, accompany me to drink a cup."

Ning nineteen sat down, picked up the pot and poured a glass of wine for his royal highness. He did not pour it on himself, but he was on duty.

Murong Qingyang didn't pay attention to these. She pulled the bamboo curtain and looked across.

An Yue pours wine for Ning'an with a teapot. She has delicate hands and orchid fingers. She has a charming taste. Pour good wine, she handed the cup, Ning An took it, said something to her, an Yue covered her mouth with a smile, smile elegant, and some amorous feelings.

Murong Qingyang looks back at his hand, gently pinches his thumb and middle finger, learns from Anyue to make orchid fingers, and turns his mouth around. "What's the matter, I can do it too."

She raised her arm again, covered her mouth with her sleeve, and asked Ning nineteen, "is it so beautiful?"

Rather 19 corners of the mouth smoked to smoke, "good-looking."

"Men like that?"

Ning 19 didn't know how to answer and kept silent.

Murong Qingyang takes the wine and pours it into her mouth. She pours another cup for herself without saying a word. After three cups of wine in a row, she puts down the cup, pinches a crisp bean and throws it into her mouth. Then she eats it.

"Huang Sao said that no one is closer to Ning'an than me. She is wrong. Now an Yue is closer to him." she was a little anxious to drink. Her face was flushed, her eyes were watery, but her expression was melancholy. "When I was a child, how nice I was with him. Now I have a new man, so I will leave my old friend aside. If I have something on my mind, I will not talk to her confidant."

Silent for a while, heavy sigh tone, "this dead child, married daughter-in-law, forget mother ah."

Ning 19, "..." Her Highness is drunk and begins to talk rubbish.

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