Killing intent

  Li Yan sat beside the red wood table, lifted his teacup and gently blew a breath, what he was holding was - having gone through a sea of flowers without being tainted by a single petal.

  Yan Sanbai hid behind the curtain, his wide-open eyes betrayed him - the flower cluster was like a tiger's lair and dragon's pool to him.

  The girls saw Yan Sanbai and her eyes lit up, and Qiu Cui added in a timely manner, "This is the famous champion scholar, Yan Xiaotan."

  As expected, what I feared most has happened. The name "Zhuangyuan Lang" is like a nickname from the pugilistic world, and it's even more resounding than Yan Sanbai's real name.

  Yan Sanbai looked at Li Ye - Emergency rescue in Jianghu!

  Li Yan raised an eyebrow - who was running fast just now?

  Yan Sanbai's good-looking eyebrows drooped slightly, and with no one to save him, he had to save himself. Just as the girls' claws were about to grab him, Yan Sanbai leaped up and flew onto the second floor, landing steadily on the railing.

  "Wow—what a handsome light kung fu!"

  "Zhuangyuan lang, fly another one and take a look~"

  "Top Scholar, come down! I'm still waiting for you down here!"

  …………

  Yan Sanbai was so frustrated that he couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time, standing on the railing in a dilemma. However, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of Qiuchan across from him seemingly winking at someone behind him, and he immediately became alert, jumping to the side railing in an instant.

  The girl behind him made a futile attempt to catch him, but she wasn't angry. Instead, she burst out laughing and said, "Well done, Mr. Scholar! Just don't play hide-and-seek with me again, okay?"

  Yan Sanbai's heart skipped a beat, and goosebumps suddenly appeared all over his body; he almost fell off the railing.

  "He cupped his hands and begged for mercy: 'Ladies, I am here to investigate the case, so spare me, will you?'"

  The cicada on the opposite side fanned the flames and said, "Zhuangyuan Lang, a big man, why do you want a little girl to give in?"

  Yan Sanbai touched his nose and said, "I'm ashamed of myself."

  At this time, Li Yan finally spoke out with great compassion. He put the teacup on the table and made a clear sound, "Alright, he has a thinner face, without my permission, you are not allowed to tease him casually."

  The girls finally reluctantly dispersed, leaving behind many flirtatious glances that Yan Sanbai was not fortunate enough to enjoy. Just as Yan Sanbai was about to thank Li Yandao, a sudden flash of inspiration struck him, and he looked up at the rooftop with a thoughtful expression.

  Li Yan saw his expression and knew he must have discovered something, so he came over to him and asked: "What is it?"

  "Let's go to the rooftop and take a look," said Yan Sanbai, tapping his toes lightly, making several turns and flips in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the corridor on the top floor, pushed open the window and climbed onto the rooftop. Yan Sanbai looked around and shouted, "There is a piece of red cloth hanging from the ridge of the roof."

  Li Yan walked over and took a look, "It's Qin Sang's."

  Yan Sanbai nodded slightly and walked a few steps forward to the edge of the rooftop, looking down, exactly where Qin Sang had fallen.

  Now the mystery of Qin Sang's fall from the building can be solved. She fell from here, not from the window in her room, and was coincidentally seen by the maid Xiaoyue during the fall. This can perfectly explain why the candles on the windowsill didn't fall over.

  "It seems that Miss Qin Sang cannot have committed suicide." Yan Sanbai said, "Miss Qin Sang does not know martial arts, it is absolutely impossible for her to climb up here alone."

  "The killer who can kill Li Qian seems to have no martial arts skills and is weak, could it be the same group of people?" Li Yan, like Yan Sanbai, did not believe in any curse that kills people. Perhaps these two things are fundamentally unrelated, but rather Li Qian's enemy borrowed the name of the curse to confuse the situation.

  "Your Highness! Yan the Great Hero!" At this time, a faint voice came from downstairs.

  The two of them didn't return by the original route, but instead jumped down directly from the rooftop. Zero Ding had just seen the two people on the rooftop a moment before, and in the next instant they appeared on either side of him, one to his left and one to his right, catching him off guard.

  He hastily patted his chest, feeling both shocked and envious. When our own Prince Wang came down, he was still in mid-air borrowing some force, but Yan Sanbai just floated down straight like a leaf, indeed a model for our generation!

  Li Yan looked at him with a silly expression and chuckled, shaking his head, "What's up?"

  Ling Ding suddenly remembered the important matter, "Your Highness, I followed your orders to retrieve Qin Sang's jade pendant, but it wasn't on her. I searched for half a day and couldn't find it."

  "Could it be placed in the house?" asked Yan Sanbai.

  "Impossible." Li Yan quickly negated the possibility, "I've never seen her take off that jade pendant before, and she's tied a knot on it, making it hard to fall off."

  "So, it's possible that the jade pendant was taken by the murderer." Yan Sanbai pondered and said: "In that case, Your Highness, you go investigate whether Qin Sang and Li Qian are really connected. I'll go to the Li residence to investigate the situation."

  The key now is whether the two cases are connected, otherwise it's hard to find the right way if they're looked at separately. Li Yan also has to rush back to Chang'an before the Empress Dowager's birthday, and there isn't much time left for them, only about six or seven days.

  However, when faced with Yan Sanbai's reasonable distribution, Li Ye said - "No."

  Yan San Bai didn't understand, did he have a better way?

  Li Yan brushed open the folding fan, and on the brand new fan surface, there was a picture of steamed buns that looked like small hills... vividly drawn. Shake it, "Have breakfast first."

  Yuan Feng Baozi Pu is one of the most famous old brands in Luoyang City, with fair prices and authentic craftsmanship, offering a unique taste that belongs to Luoyang City.

  When people walk in the morning sunshine, following the fragrance of flowers to the street, they can see that corner belonging to the baozi shop is misty and cloudy due to the steam, and the people buying baozi form a long queue, which is magnificent.

  Yan Sanbai was tongue-tied, and Li Yan explained: "The son of the old master of the baozi shop passed the imperial examination last year and became a xiucai. Everyone says that he will definitely become a jinshi in the future. He is also a filial son, and after studying, he often comes to the shop to help out. Therefore, everyone comes to bask in his literary aura. Of course, no matter how talented he is, he can't compare with you, the zhuangyuan."

  Swallow three white touches nose, you shout, I don't listen.

  While waiting for the package, Li Yan asked again: "What do you think of the girl in the building?"

  Yan Sanbai paused for a moment, "This... I don't have any special thoughts about it."

  Li Yan said with a smile, "I'm asking you if they have any suspicions."

  "Cough, for now, it seems that Miss Qiū Jiān is indeed a bit suspicious. Compared to others, she's been too enthusiastic. Hasn't her relationship with Miss Qín Sāng always been bad?"

  "Cough, not very good." This time Li Yan was a bit embarrassed. But Yan Sanbai still didn't know where the embarrassment came from, so he looked at him with confusion, his big eyes shining like stars in the night, as if they could see into Li Yan's heart.

  Li Yan hastily changed the subject, "Don't you have even a little bit of doubt about me?"

  Yan Sanbai was taken aback, slightly tilting his head, "Why should I be suspected?"

  "Did that little waiter just speak ill of me to you?"

  "Oh, yes. He seems to think you're the scoundrel mentioned in the letter."

  "Most people think so." Li Yan shrugged his shoulders. On the surface, he was the man who interacted with Qin Sang the most closely, so he could completely understand such thoughts.

  But he heard Yan Sanbai say:

  "But I'll write to you again soon." Yan Sanbai's tone was still sincere and straightforward.

  For Yan Sanbai, Li Ye's expression when he heard the news of Qin Sang's death was not like pretending, and he also had a good impression of Li Ye's character, so he believed him with reason.

  But Li Yan stared at him after hearing that, not blinking, making Yan Sanbai feel embarrassed. Yan Sanbai was certain that those phoenix eyes were open wider than usual.

  "Your Highness?"

  "I feel like you look even more beautiful than yesterday."

  "Huh?"

  Zero Ding's eyelids twitched as he finished buying the buns and lined up, these two people standing behind the big willow tree, with their backs to the pedestrians, were they hiding here - complimenting each other on how good-looking they are?

  Yan Sanbai suddenly saw a strange-looking Zero Ding staring at them and hastily stopped the conversation.

  Zero Ding just went forward and gave them the buns.

  Yan Sanbai took a sip and then stopped, "There's... flowers inside?"

  "That's right, Luoyang specialty, what you're holding is a peony cake." Li Yan said.

  Yan Sanbai took another sniff and couldn't help but sigh in his heart - Luoyang was indeed a true flower capital, even the fillings of the buns were made with flower petals.

  This bun is obviously not very suitable for Yan San Bai.

  I don't know why, but Yan Sanbai seemed to be particularly fragrant with the scent of lilacs, and the fragrance lingered on him for a long time without dissipating, as if he had applied perfume.

  When speaking, Li Yan moved his nose, and Dan Feng's eyes stared at him with a meaningful expression.

  Yan Sanbai had no idea what he meant, and the best explanation was that Li Yan was just teasing him.

  Then he turned around and transformed into white clouds drifting away.

  Li Yan saw him walk far away, then turned around and walked in another direction, while the smile at the corner of his mouth also carried a hint of coldness.

  Ling Ding's heart skipped a beat - Wang Ye was being overprotective, and now someone was going to get into trouble.

  Jia Mansion.

  Jia Qing rubbed his brow, just about to lie down and rest for a while. But as soon as his head touched the pillow, he sat up again, feeling uneasy, and called over his trusted steward.

  "Is the young master at home?"

  "Replying to Master, Young Master has been in his room all along and hasn't gone out."

  "Very well," Jia Qing nodded, "Pass down the order, these days keep a close eye on Young Master for me. Without my permission, no one is allowed to let him out of the mansion!"

  "Yes, sir."

  The Li family was now shrouded in sorrow and gloom. Wu, the new wife of Li Qian, held her husband's body and wept bitterly. She had been married for less than a month and now had to live as a widow, how could she not be heartbroken?

  As for why Li Qian died in the broken temple, the Li family had no clue. As everyone's impression of him was that he was a very down-to-earth person and would not go to places like brothels, now that he was married, it was even more unlikely.

  Wu thought she had married a good man, but unexpectedly, the good man went out to visit friends last night and came back in this state.

  Yan Sanbai asked who that friend was, but Wu also shook her head in ignorance. She had always trusted her husband, so she didn't ask any more questions.

  Yan Sanbai then went to visit several friends who had been in contact with Li Qian more frequently, but there was no significant gain. In this way, the clue was broken.

  Unable to think of a solution, Yan Sanbai decided to head back to the Wang residence to rest for a while and recharge his energy before continuing with the case. On the way there, he stopped by a bookstore and bought a copy of Meng Bi's "Words".

  Yan Sanbai walked while flipping through it, not wasting a single moment.

  People on the road saw a gentle and elegant young man reading a book with great concentration, and were moved and amazed - this guy was walking while reading without bumping into anyone, just as he seemed about to collide with someone, he would suddenly pass by with a brush of shoulders.

  Is it accidental? Or intentional?

  Passersby couldn't help but take a second glance at him because of his handsome appearance.

  One glance, another glance, and yet another glance, but unexpectedly, a crisis emerges from an angle that everyone overlooked!

  A flash of silver light suddenly shot out, a killing intent burst forth, life and death hanging in the balance for just an instant.

  Yan Sanbai still held the book in his hand, his eyes fixed intently on it, his expression calm and serene. However, just as the sword tip was about to pierce his throat, Yan Sanbai suddenly shifted one step to the right.

  A slow pace, a swift sword tip, fast and slow happening in the same frame, yet incredibly, slow won over fast, that sword tip missed by a hair's breadth, grazing Yan Sanbai's neck as it passed.

  A strand of green silk was cut off and floated gently down onto the page.

  Swallow Three shook off the book, shaking off that green thread. Only then did she raise her eyes, her eyebrows condensing into a knife edge, looking back. There was nothing there, no more killing intent.

  Starting from Chang'an and following for so long, it wasn't until now that I took action. This time's killer move seems to be the cultivation of the "Endurance Technique".

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