The gust of wind smashed in with big raindrops, Qin Wuyan was drenched all over, standing at the threshold, looking at the blood on the ground in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, his eyes slowly moved away from the corpses on the ground, and fell on Zhuang Xiaoyu's body. body.

The man is like a god of evil, with sharp evil spirits all over his body, his eyebrows pressed down, clearly not too angry, seemingly calm and restrained, but it seems to be calm on the surface of a volcano, and the furnace below is burning ragingly, with a sense of destruction. power of the earth.

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't expect Qin Wuyan to come back so soon.

Seeing Qin Wuyan's appearance, the nurse flinched a little, stepped back behind Zhuang Xiaoyu, and said in a low voice, "Miss."

Zhuang Xiaoyu didn't say a word, but felt sticky in his palms and the taste of rust in his throat.

Qin Wuyan untied his rain-soaked cloak and threw it on the ground, and walked towards Zhuang Xiaoyu step by step.

Dr. Zhong huddled in the shadow of the corner, trying to minimize his presence.

Qin Wuyan stood in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, but his words were gentle: "I'm investigating the whereabouts of jade fragments at every household, don't worry too much."

Zhuang Xiaoyu nodded, swallowing the bloody saliva in his throat.

Qin Wuyan took another step forward and held Zhuang Xiaoyu's hand. The man's hand was icy cold. It was unknown whether it was from the rain or the chill in his bones. "The smell of blood is too strong here. I'll take you back to your room."

Zhuang Xiaoyu followed him and left the deacon's hall numbly.

The butler ordered people to clean up the blood in the hall, dragged the body out and threw it into the mass grave, and helped the wet nurse out of the hall together.

Xue Zhong followed behind the two of them, and couldn't help but ask, "Is something going to happen to Miss?"

The nurse shook her head, the housekeeper sighed, but they didn't give him a satisfactory answer, Xue Zhong watched the two go away, stood in the stagnant water, let the rain wet their clothes, and walked towards the direction of the wing …

Zhuang Xiaoyu stumblingly followed Qin Wuyan's side, her skirt was wet from the rain, and her embroidered shoes were also soaked. Qin Wuyan simply picked her up and strode back into the courtyard.

Ordering someone to bring warm water in, Qin Wuyan pushed Zhuang Xiaoyu into the ear chamber: "Your body is wet, take a hot bath, so as not to get sick from the cold."

Zhuang Xiaoyu was immersed in the warm water, only her head was exposed on the surface of the water, the fog was dense, and it was difficult to breathe.

She closed her eyes, and the words of those old women who were beaten to death echoed in her ears word by word, tearing apart the bloody past and touching the truth that she never dared to delve into.

Across the curtain, Qin Wuyan wiped his body, changed into a plain white coat, dried his black hair, stood behind the screen and listened for a while, but he didn't hear any movement from inside, so he couldn't help but uncover the screen. Curtain, walked in front of Zhuang Xiaoyu, "The skin will wrinkle after soaking for too long, get up."

He carried the man out of the water basin, wrapped him in a dry cotton cloth, left the side room, and put him on the bed.

Zhuang Xiaoyu was lying on the bed, her ink hair was half dry and scattered messily on the pillow.

Qin Wuyan's eyes moved slightly: "You take a rest first, I'll go to the study."

As soon as she stood up, the hem of her clothes was pulled by Zhuang Xiaoyu. Zhuang Xiaoyu said in a hoarse voice, "Ayan, they said that my elder brother and second elder brother both killed you. Is it true?"

Qin Wuyan clenched his hands into fists, turned around and looked at her, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, he replied firmly: "It's not true."

Zhuang Xiaoyu loosened her fingers slightly and nodded, "Then you go."