Chapter 18 Chapter 18 You and Li Xuanbai?
Nan Qiongshuang hid behind Gu Zhi, and through the gap on the side of his neck, she admired Song Yaojie's face, which was unwilling and unable to defend herself, with great interest.
The most impeccable thing in the world is the truth. Coincidentally, today, she really didn't lie.
She was just hiding something.
What’s interesting is that she is clearly the villain. Song Yaojie, who is supposed to be a gentleman, has managed to turn herself into a villain.
It’s because Songmei’s plan is full of loopholes.
Judging from Song Yaojie's reaction, Song Mei might not have discussed it with Song Yaojie before taking action. She just decided to kill her on the spur of the moment because she saw the opportunity.
Unfortunately, the method is too immature.
Not only did he get himself involved, but he also made it impossible for Song Yaojie to save the situation.
Song Yaojie forced herself to remain calm and said, "If I want to know the reason, I should naturally ask Miss Chu. However, it seems that asking this way won't give me any answers. Perhaps I should go to Lianleitai."
Lianleitai?
Nan Qiong Shuang didn't know what it was, but Gu Zhi's tone suddenly changed and he said angrily, "Nonsense!"
Gu Zhi seemed to be always gentle. Nan Qiongshuang rarely saw him speak so harshly and was surprised for a moment.
"The Thunder Ripple Terrace is where the most suspected rebels in the mountain go. Once you go up, you can't get down. Senior Sister, do you think Miss Chu is worthy of the Thunder Ripple Terrace?"
Song Yaojie's face was pale and she said nothing.
She knew very well that Gu Zhi was protecting Chu Jiaojiao, and how could she not know that these words would make Gu Zhi angry.
But she is aloof and doesn't know how to give in.
Only by constantly raising the platform.
Song Yaojie snorted coldly, "Since she is the only one left, the only way to know the truth is to interrogate her."
Gu Zhi has always been gentle and kind, but at this moment he suddenly stood up, stood beside the couch, and placed his hand in front of Nan Qiong Shuang who was in tears.
The wide sleeves hung down, covering the person huddled behind.
An unconditional protective gesture.
He said coldly, "Senior Sister, do you dare?"
When the servants in the room saw Gu Zhi's anger, they were so frightened that they all knelt down and did not dare to look up.
Song Yaojie was standing in the center and was also extremely shocked for a moment.
Gu Zhi had been the young master for seven years, and he had never really had a quarrel with anyone, let alone had an open dispute with anyone.
For seven years, I have been magnanimous and tolerant of who is right and who is wrong, what should be done and what should not be done.
Even Song Yaojie didn't expect that this usually good-tempered person would actually turn against someone in public one day.
And it was to her.
These days, he has broken his usual behavior thousands of times, and each time it's for the same person.
Seeing Gu Zhi's cold expression, Song Yaojie softened her tone unconsciously, "Where's Song Mei? Bring her here, I'll check her myself."
Gu Zhi swung his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and still kept Nan Qiong Shuang within his body. "Bring Song Mei up."
Turning around, he glanced at Song Yaojie coldly and said, "Fortunately, the person is dead, otherwise, someone would have to go to Lianleitai."
Song Yaojie took a half step back, her expression changing again and again.
When Songmei was carried up by the coroner, Gu Zhi untied the bed curtain and hung it in front of the couch to cover Nan Qiongshuang's eyes, then walked to the center of the room.
"If you want to test it, please don't do it in my room. Just take a quick look first. There are people in the room who can't bear it."
Commanding tone, undisguised favoritism.
Senior Sister Yamauchi, when have you ever been ordered around?
Song Yaojie walked up to the figure covered with white cloth with a cold face and lifted the cloth.
He revealed a face that she was very familiar with, now pale and cold.
She shuddered and closed her eyes involuntarily.
After a long time, when he opened his eyes again, there was a trace of suppressed sorrow in them.
She lifted the white cloth a little more, revealing the full appearance of the deceased.
There were three arrows in the chest, penetrating wounds, each arrow went straight through the chest.
She shuddered again, sniffed, and looked closely at the three arrows.
After looking at it for a moment, he said, "I want to ask Miss Chu where the arrow was shot?"
"Shoulder." Nan Qiong Shuang answered softly from within the bed curtains. "At the time, Miss Songmei and I were standing together, and I was a little further away. Miss Songmei shot her in the chest, and I shot her in the shoulder."
Song Yaojie: "Can I take a look at Miss Chu's injuries?"
Gu Zhi hesitated for another moment. He no longer even concealed his displeasure and suspicion towards Song Yaojie.
He parted the bed curtains and asked softly, "Jiaojiao, are you willing?"
"Bright and clear"?
Song Yaojie thought, how could he be so affectionate?!
The person in the tent said "hmm" in a crying voice.
Listening to her crying, Song Yaojie was so angry that she almost rushed up and strangled her to death.
Finally, she managed to hold back, walked past Gu Zhi, opened the bed curtain, and sat beside the couch.
He suppressed his disgust, opened her collar and checked the arrow wound on her shoulder.
Judging from the location of the injury, there is no doubt about the arrow's distance.
There was only one thing on my mind.
Such a private place that requires opening the collar to check, has Gu Zhi also seen it?
He doesn't even dislike it?
With her five fingers clenched tightly in her palms, Song Yaojie calmly walked out of the bed curtain and began to observe Song Mei's injuries.
"Bring me the arrow you took from Miss Chu."
Aliang held up a white handkerchief and handed over the rusty arrow.
Many of the traps on the mountain have been there for ages, and the arrows and hidden weapons shot out are sometimes rusted.
Song Yaojie held the arrow in her hand, looked at it carefully, and suddenly her brows relaxed.
She held the arrow to Song Mei's stiff body, let out a long sigh, and said, "This arrow is not from the same year. Look."
Upon hearing this, Gu Zhi walked over, took the arrow from Song Yaojie's hand, and looked at it carefully.
The tail feathers of the arrow in the white handkerchief were a light gray, with two or three hairs stuck together in a tuft. The feathers seemed a little old, but the shafts still had some fresh white.
The tail feathers on Songmei's arrows were all inky black, the shafts had turned yellow, and the feathers were sticky. It looked like the feathers were almost sparse.
Song Yaojie: "The arrow in Miss Chu's body is much newer than the one in Song Mei's body. She shot the arrow herself."
Inside the bed curtains, Nan Qiongshuang placed her hands on her knees and slowly clenched the quilt.
This is nature.
It is unknown when some of the mechanisms on Tianshan Mountain were buried. Perhaps they were built by Master Songyue three hundred years ago.
But the arrows of Wu Dao are distributed monthly from the Gate of Rebirth.
What's more, these people use up arrows quickly. The arrows they receive today may be gone tomorrow. They have to go to the Cangren Division several times a month to replenish them.
It is impossible for the Mist Blade to have old arrows.
This fatal flaw was only realized at this moment when it was right in front of him.
Nan Qiongshuang closed her eyes and took a deep, deep breath.
Outside the bed curtains, Gu Zhi shook his head. "That's just nonsense. Who shot her? Where did Miss Chu get the arrow? How could someone shoot themselves? Or did Miss Chu pierce herself through the air? Or, on the day Miss Chu entered the mountain gate, my senior sister was waiting for me outside. At that time, not only did I not notice a fourth person entering the mountain, but neither did my senior sister."
Song Yaojie turned aside at first, and was further irritated by his aggressive series of questions.
Gu Zhi continued, "Miss Chu is so weak that she might not even be able to draw a bow. Senior Sister, are you saying that Miss Chu, who had just lost blood and been in a coma for three days, actually found a bow from somewhere, drew it herself, and shot herself through the chest?"
Gu Zhi laughed in anger and said sarcastically, "Senior Sister, is this reasonable?"
He had always been kind and gentle, and no one in the room had ever imagined that one day he would become so sharp-tongued, sarcastic, and calculating, his words as sharp as a knife.
It was Senior Sister Yamauchi who had treated him with courtesy and respect for ten years.
No one even dared to look up or exchange glances, but just kept their heads lowered in silence.
Gu Zhi walked over and gently placed the arrow next to Song Mei, who had closed her eyes, and said, "But those three arrows were made of crow tail feathers, and this one was made of a gray pigeon."
Song Yaojie stood there, thousands of words flooding into her mind, but her lips trembled and she didn't utter a single word.
She actually began to shiver.
Indeed. Whether Chu Jiaojiao's arrow was new or old was difficult to say. But if it was a new arrow, even more questions would need to be answered.
One even has to doubt the foundation of Tianshan Mountain and the access control system within the mountain.
But if it is just a matter of the color of the bird's feathers, things are much easier to explain.
Song Yaojie slowly clenched her hands in her sleeves and frowned in pain.
If this matter really needs to be brought to light, she would have to alert her uncle Huide, investigate the mountain defense mechanisms and the mountain pass access control, and mobilize a large number of troops. She would also have to explain why Miss Chu did not notice the fourth person following her when she entered the mountain.
If the investigation continues for three to five years without any result, no one will benefit.
Song Yaojie lowered her eyes and looked at Song Mei's face, feeling a pang of pain in her heart.
After a silence of at least a quarter of an hour, she raised her eyes and said, "I have no grudge against Miss Chu, and I would not instruct anyone to harm her. If the Young Master wants to know the reason, wait for me to search Songmei's room first."
Gu Zhi understood that this was Song Yaojie's surrender.
So he put his hands behind his back and nodded slightly, "Please trouble you, Senior Sister."
*
The search was supervised by Song Yaojie personally, so it was carried out quickly and the case was closed quickly.
Nan Qiongshuang had just received the immortality grass that Qu Shu had just brought her in the morning and was stirring it with a spoon in the mist when she heard Songmei searched out something from her room.
It was said to be a handwritten suicide note. He said he had long been upset at the young master's partiality for a woman of unknown identity and no merit, and had long since resolved to kill her one day.
Finally, I specifically stated that the suicide note was written by Songmei with the intention of giving up. She was the only one who did the thing and took the responsibility. It had nothing to do with the senior sister. I implore the reader not to implicate others.
After hearing this, Nan Qiong Shuang lowered her eyes and stirred the medicinal soup into a shallow vortex, the heat blurring her eyebrows.
A tiny smile played on his lips.
Are these people all out of their minds? How dare they use such things to fool people?
No wonder Song Mei is dull, it turns out that it was passed down from Song Yaojie from top to bottom.
Gu Zhi folded the suicide note and suddenly caught a glimpse of her looking at him, so he handed the note to her.
"Want to see it?"
Nan Qiong Shuang was not interested, it was just empty talk anyway.
She shook her head.
Then she...? Gu Zhi stood up from the round stool, walked over and sat beside her couch, waiting gently for her to speak.
She looked up, her hands nervously tugging at the corner of his sleeve, tears welling up in her eyes again:
"Sir, you are not angry with me anymore?"
Gu Zhi was stunned for a moment and said, "When have I ever been angry with the girl?"
She murmured, not looking at him, her voice soft, "Sir, you once thought you'd never meet me again in this life. Don't think I can't see it."
Gu Zhi remained silent.
He did think about it.
At that time, Song Yaojie reminded him that he was suspicious of her identity. Although he still cared about her, the matter of being a spy involved the entire mountain, so he did not dare to take the risk.
Nothing is more important than the sect. A little suspicion is enough for him to cut off his previous faint delusion.
However, now...
A few days ago, she almost bled to death, all because of him.
Now, it was because of his cold treatment and the uneasy feeling in her heart that she left Muxueyuan and brought herself into fatal disaster.
His eyes fell to her wrist, which hung at her side. It was so thin that he would break it with the slightest force.
He was the one who let her down.
He sighed, "It's my fault. I'm sorry."
But she shook her head, "Sir, what I want to hear is not apology."
Gu Zhi raised his eyes.
She pleaded gently and earnestly, "What I want is for you, my lord... to never abandon me, no matter what."
The wind blew outside the window, and the birds in the trees flapped their wings and were startled. A few startling bird calls were heard among the swaying and trembling green shadows.
Dew hung on her eyelashes. He had made her cry again.
He should have gone to wipe her tears, but unfortunately he couldn't. So he said softly, "Okay."
She tentatively stretched out a trembling jade-white little finger.
"Hook?"
Why are you like a child? He laughed.
He stretched out his little finger and hooked it.
Very soft.
"Miss Chu, even so, I still have something to ask you."
The tone was serious, and her heart tightened.
The issue of whether the arrow feathers are new or old is ultimately a hidden danger.
I don’t know if others can notice that arrow, but if she looks at it, she can tell the difference between the new and the old at first glance, and there is no mistake.
Gu Zhiruo asked seriously, probably asking about this matter.
She lowered her eyes and slowly stirred the medicine soup.
Gu Zhi wanted to ask, but didn't ask, and paused.
Nan Qiong Shuang waited with a heavy heart.
After thinking for a while, he spoke again, but he lowered his eyes, not looking at her, but only staring at the small pear blossom-colored earring next to her ear.
After a while, he said:
"Miss Chu...are you familiar with Xuan Bai?"
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