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Chapter 39

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    Zi Hua was taken aback, remembering that this was the first time he had shown his martial arts in front of her, but he did not know when he had shown his martial arts.  Immediately he said with some shame: "I am only a three-legged cat kung fu, the manager and the prince are the masters" After finishing speaking, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have mentioned someone who should not be mentioned, and was speechless for a while, feeling a little embarrassed.

    Meng Die, however, didn't seem to hear it, and walked out of the door on her own.

    There is a simple carriage parked outside the door, with two horses, which are not conspicuous on the street.  Because it was going out at night, the horses' hooves were wrapped in cotton cloth. Even if the horse was running, it would not make too much noise, and it was even more difficult to track the footprints.

    Mengdie sized it up and was very satisfied, but suddenly she was surprised and said: "Why is there no coachman?" Turning her head to look at Zihua, seeing her calm expression, she seemed to have known it long ago, so she couldn't help saying: "Zihua, you, you  Want to go with me?!"

    Zi Hua immediately knelt down: "Miss, you are seriously ill now, if Zi Hua lets you go alone, how can you explain to Wang Manager Lin?"

    "Zihua!" Mengdie felt a burst of soreness in her eyes and choked up for a while.

    "Miss," Zi Hua grabbed the hem of her clothes, "Zi Hua has long been ordered to protect Miss. If anyone wants to harm Miss, they must step over Zi Hua's corpse! Please let me do it!"

    "Why are you doing this" Mengdie saw that her attitude was very firm, if she didn't agree, she might not be able to leave tonight, so she sighed and helped her up, "That's all, just let me go!  "

    With joy on Zi Hua's face, she hurriedly got up, helped Mengdie into the carriage, jumped onto the coachman's seat, and yelled softly. In the vast night, the carriage left without a trace

    Lin Xihan slept extremely restlessly that night, feeling restless all the time, but he didn't know what the problem was.

    When the sky was about to dawn, he tossed and turned on the bed all night, and finally closed his eyes in a daze.  However, in just a moment, he suddenly jumped up from the bed, because he suddenly realized what was wrong.

    It's the smell of blood!

    It's in Mengdie's bedroom!

    Why is there such a heavy smell of blood?  !

    He first wandered in the rivers and lakes for many years, and then entered the palace to help Ling Zimo. What kind of bloody smell has he never smelled?  As soon as he entered Mengdie's bedroom today, he had already smelled it, but subconsciously, but he could never associate this bloody smell with the peaceful and peaceful Xuyuan.

    Once one wakes up at this time, the shock is no small matter.

    He jumped up from the bed, grabbed an outer shirt and put it on, and before he even had time to leave the door, the figure had passed through the window and flew straight towards Xuyuan.

    Xuyuan was still as quiet as last night, but this quietness made him more uneasy.

    He came outside Mengdie's room, knocked lightly on the door, but no one answered, then knocked harder, but still no one answered, he was sure that something was wrong.  Since Mengdie was ill last time, Chuchun and Zihua have been taking turns sleeping outside at night to watch the night.  Zihua has martial arts, and he will definitely wake up when he makes a slight noise. Even if Chuchun is a little slow, he will not sleep deeply during the night watch. In any case, it is absolutely impossible for him to knock on the door like this, and no one will answer.

    He immediately pushed the door, and it opened as soon as he responded. There was no latch on the door, and there was no one in the door.  Then came to the door of the inner room and listened carefully, there was no sound of breathing in the room.  His heart tightened, he no longer cared about time and identity, he pushed the door suddenly, and was completely stunned.

    The beauty is gone, and there is nowhere to be seen.

    There was still a faint smell of blood in the room, and Lin Xihan was mentally prepared this time, so he could smell it easily.

    It was already dawn at this time, but the house was still dimly lit.  He lit the lamp and looked carefully at the furnishings in the room.

    All the objects were neatly arranged, and the quilts on the bed were also well folded, which showed that people did not leave in a hurry.  Walking to the bedside, the smell of blood became stronger.  He reached out and touched the bed. The bed was cold, which meant that he had been away for a long time, and maybe he hadn't slept on the bed at all last night.

    Lin Xihan moved the lamp closer to the bed and inspected it inch by inch. Finally, there was a small dark stain on the mahogany at the edge of the bed.  When I lowered my head and smelled it, it was blood stains!

    He was so startled that his hands shook and he almost knocked over the lamp.  ¡ª¡ªCould it be that the thing I was most worried about finally happened?

    He had investigated Mengdie's life experience, and the doctors who had treated Mrs. Zhuang said that although the cause was unknown, Mrs. Zhuang died of bleeding.  If it is said that this disease will indeed be passed on to Mengdie, then

    In a blink of an eye, another question came to my mind: "If there is something wrong with Mengdie, why didn't Zi Hua say anything?"

    He suddenly remembered Zi Hua's expression when he came yesterday, and the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he became, as if he had something to hide from him.

      Thinking of this, he immediately ran towards the two maids' houses and shouted, "Zihua!"

    Zi Hua was not there, and it was Chu Chun who was sleeping soundly in the room.  She was tapped on her sleeping point, which is exactly the method used by Zi Hua.  There was an envelope next to the pillow, and when he picked it up, it was written in graceful and elegant handwriting¡ª¡ªfrom Lin Xihan himself.

    The lamp in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap", and he shook his hands to open the envelope.  The envelope was not sealed, but he pulled it out several times before pulling out the letter.

    At this time, the sky was bright, and Lin Xihan opened the letterhead in the light of the morning light from the window.  There are only a few words on the note, which can be read in a few glances, but he has read it for as long as tens of millions of years.

    "It's not that I love the world of mortals. It seems to be misunderstood by the front. When the flowers bloom and fall naturally, I always rely on the Lord of the East. When I go, I have to go, and I live no matter how I live. If the head is full of mountain flowers, don't ask where the slave will go."

    It was already after noon when Ling Zimo came back from the palace.

    He just got off his horse when he got back to the entrance of the palace. The concierge immediately stepped forward and reported, "My lord, Director Lin is waiting for you at Tingyin Pavilion."

    Ling Zimo thought that he must be because of yesterday's incident in the peach forest, and suddenly felt infinitely disturbed, so he waved his hand and said wearily: "Tell him not to wait for me." After saying that, he didn't even enter the palace, and wanted to leave again.

    The concierge hurriedly called him: "My lord!"

    "What?" Ling Zimo turned his head, his brows were furrowed, his expression was displeased, and his tone was extremely bad.

    The concierge was taken aback, but he didn't dare not to say what Lin Xihan had told him, so he had to bite the bullet and say: "Boss Lin told me, if you don't go, please take a look at this."  Here comes a piece of paper.

    Ling Zimo looked very impatient, took it casually, only glanced at it, and was immediately stunned.  Then he shouted loudly: "Where did this come from?"

    "I don't know, but it's just that Manager Lin told you to look at it." The porter lowered his head and muttered, but after he finished speaking, there was no movement for a long time. He raised his head boldly, but there was no sign of Ling Zimo in front of him.  ?

    The door of Tingyin Pavilion was kicked open again, and it was Ling Zimo who rushed in angrily this time.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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