Nan Baoyi looked at Xiao Yi: "Second brother, what do you think?"

Xiao Yi was kneeling beside her, slowly peeling oranges.

His fingertips are white, contrasting with the pale green orange peel, and there is a different kind of beauty under the light.

He didn't answer, but just opened the orange petals and stuffed them into her mouth: "I don't know. In the end, you and I are not the murderer among the people present."

Nan Baoyi held the orange petals and before she could chew it, Xiao Zizhong's face turned gloomy and suddenly slapped the table: "Bold!"

Nan Baoyi was so scared that she shook three times, and the orange petals fell on her skirt in a mess.

Xiao Zizhong was unhappy: "How could you instruct Xiao Daoyan to peel oranges for you? Of course, I don't feel sorry for my brother. I just can't stand your despicable behavior of saying you love him but actually treating him as a slave!"

Nan Baoyi silently picked up the orange petals.

Xiao Zizhong, is there something wrong with it?

When did she ask her second brother to peel oranges for her?

When will she treat her second brother as a slave?

Xiao Zizhong glanced at Xiao Yi with heartache, with unique masculinity: "I miss my Xiao family, and I am all upright and can never surrender to serve women--"

"peel."

The ignorant and tender girl suddenly rang out.

Wen Zhining held a green orange and looked up expectantly at Xiao Zizhong.

Xiao Zi was frozen in place.

Seeing that he didn't move, Wen Zhining tilted his head: "I want to eat."

Xiao Zizhong coughed twice like a concealment.

In the strange eyes of everyone, he peeled the orange without saying a word, and even carefully picked the white orange webs on the orange petals.

He sent the orange petals to Wen Zhining's mouth: "Be good, open your mouth, ah..."

"ah……"

While coaxing Wen Zhining to eat oranges tenderly, he turned to everyone ruthlessly: "This palace is caring for the weak, and its nature is completely different from Xiao Daoyan. Remember it for this palace!"

Wen Zhining was confused: "I still have to eat..."

Xiao Zizhong immediately changed into a smiling expression: "Ning Ning, are oranges sweet?"

Nan Baoyi felt that the guy's expression twitched, as if he was about to split.

Nan Baozhu ate two pieces of flower cake and whispered: "Although this matter has nothing to do with me, I have a word that I don't know whether to say it or not."

Zhao Xiaoman loved Ning Wanzhou since childhood, but was intercepted by Nan Baozhu, so he was very jealous.

She was not angry: "If you know if you don't talk, don't talk!"

The elder sister of the Ning family gently patted Nan Baozhu's back of his hand: "We are all our own people. What do you mean by Baozhu? Just say it bluntly, elder sister and Azhou are both here."

Nan Baozhu looked at her gratefully and said seriously: "I was wondering, since someone reported it, can we check the records of the palace's entry and exit during that period? Whoever met Empress Shen should be able to find it?"

The palace rules are strict.

Not only will the palace gate count the people entering and leaving the palace, but even the things they carry will be recorded.

Nan Baoyi clapped his hands: "This method is good. I will send someone to check it tomorrow morning!"

"What's good?" Zhao Xiaoman was unhappy, "She is a girl from the countryside, and her idea is definitely unreliable! Maybe she has colluded with Wen Zhining and wants to use the palace archives to frame my sister!"

Ning Wanzhou stared at her coldly: "If there is no better way, just shut up. After all, the noisy dog ​​is the most annoying."

Zhao Xiaoman was both angry and aggrieved: "Mr. Master, I am very deeply in love with you, you actually humiliated me so much!"

She was about to have an attack when Xiao Yi suddenly stood up and walked towards the flower window.

"Second brother?"

Nan Baoyi was curious to keep up.

When she saw the scene outside the window, she couldn't help but cover her lips.

Everyone gradually gathered around.

Outside the window is facing the garden.

This garden was once the residence of the Wen family, but now it has been transformed into a garden with drunken flowers, with stages, water pavilions, pavilions, etc., which are exclusively for guests to enjoy.

Tonight on New Year's Eve, the garden was not open and no lamps were lit.

In the darkness, there was a subtle green light, slowly emerging from the shadows of trees on the water.

They gradually gathered into large areas, like countless fireflies, wandering in the darkness and spreading towards the end of the sky.

The eldest son of the Zhou family looked pale: "Ghost Fire?"

Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes and suddenly turned around and walked downstairs.

"Second brother, what have you seen?"

Nan Baoyi shouted and hurriedly followed.

Everyone followed without hesitation, wanting to take a closer look.

Zhao Xiaoman was frightened when he heard the ghost fire. He wanted to go on but didn't dare. Seeing that everyone had left, he was afraid of staying here alone, so he had to keep up timidly.

When she walked to the stairs, she heard a rustling sound behind her back.

She subconsciously turned around.

...

Snow falls in the garden.

Everyone hurried out with Xiao Yi, and the subtle green ghost fire was gradually dissipating.

The second sister of Ning family looked pale: "I heard from the wet nurse that this kind of green ghost fire is the soul of a person who died in vain. I think the ghost fire tonight is the Wen family. They are back. They come back on New Year's Eve to enjoy the sacrificial things..."

She probably believed in gods and Buddhas, and couldn't help but kneel down on the ground, put her palms together and prayed: "Amitabha, Tong'er, we grew up together since childhood. We were negligent and never prepared sacrifices for you... Tong'er, please don't blame us, we will prepare cows, sheep, chickens and ducks, and burn paper money for you..."

She was nagging, like a monk chanting scriptures.

Nan Baoyi's head was so big that she heard it.

There are no ghosts in the world. If people become ghosts after death, then so many people have died throughout the ages and the world will be unable to be stuck.

She turned to Xiao Yi and was about to ask what he saw, when Zhao Jinghong suddenly chased Guihuo.

The girl was wearing a pear-white silk skirt, and the dancer mask hung around her waist, walking through the snow like crazy: "Tong'er, are you back?! Tong'er, don't leave, Wen Tong--!"

Her voice was filled with sorrow and begging.

The cold wind blows by.

Zhao Jinghong tripped to the ground by his skirt, and his hair was scattered. She reached out to grab the wisp of ghost fire, but the ghost fire quietly disappeared into nothingness in her palm.

She didn't catch anything.

She sat in the snow in a breakdown, crying like a fragile glass doll.

The eldest son of the Zhou family and the elder sister of the Ning family went to support her.

Nan Baoyi glanced at the tears on her cheeks.

Originally, she guessed that the traitor might be Zhao Jinghong, but the sadness on the other person's face did not seem to be pretending.

She looked at Xiao Yi again.

The other party frowned, as if thinking about something.

She bit her lip, glanced over everyone around her vigilantly, and decided to discuss with her second brother after she went home.

Everyone returned to Zuihuayin Restaurant.

After passing through the back door and the lobby, I saw a girl lying on the ground motionless, and a large piece of blood was quietly spreading from the back of her head.

Everyone was stunned and panicked in an instant.

Nan Baoyi was about to step forward, but Xiao Yi shook her hand.

He walked to the front with a blank expression and turned over the girl's body.

The girl wore a green grimace mask on her face, like someone's prank.

Xiao Yi took off his mask.

The twisted and terrified face under the mask belongs to Zhao Xiaoman.

Her head was bleeding and she had been dead for a long time.

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Draw fifty little red packets
Chapter completed!