Zhao Zimai felt cold air seeping into his blood, which went up and down along the meridians and penetrated every pore in his body. His body involuntarily twitched, and his mouth and nose exhaled white breath.

"Young Master?" Baotian exclaimed and hurriedly pushed Sang's arm, "Great God, Young Master seems to be..."

Sang shook his head and sighed, "It's really a slim and weak, and it's not up to the tartar."

After saying that, he reached out to press the Baihui acupoint on top of his head, but as soon as his hand touched his hair, he heard Zhao Zimai's thin voice, "Don't touch me."

Baotian remembered that he was sweating anxiously, "Young Master, when is it time? Do you still care about this?"

"I saw him..."

He saw Xiao Yunsheng, the short and fat man in an official robe, was climbing down from a short wall panting. After wiping a handful of crystal sweat on his forehead, the cat lowered his body and ran towards a room ahead. There was a small window on the back wall of the room. Xiao Yunsheng curled up under the window, his head slightly raised, and listened carefully.

He followed Zhao Wen'an. After he got off the court, he followed quietly, trying to see what Zhao Wen'an did not go to the Zongli Yamen, but went to this remote alley to do. He asked himself to be humiliated in the court, so he would try to grab his braid more diligently. He would return all the humiliation he suffered in front of the empress dowager and the ministers to him.

But what Xiao Yunsheng didn't know was that there was a person standing behind him. He didn't know how much lighter and more agile that person was than him, so even if he kept following behind, he didn't notice it.

There was a voice coming from inside, and Xiao Yunsheng then pressed his ear a little more.

"I'm so frank, with the status of an adult, not to mention a bell, even ten bells, it's probably not difficult to get it. Why work on such a pile of fragments? Could it be that the owner of this bell is no longer there, so the adults must repair it no matter what?"

"It is said that people who practice cultivating Zhong should have a pair of keen eyes, which is indeed good."

"But this time I'm afraid you will disappoint you, sir, because the core of this clock has cracked and the core is broken, and the clock will die unless... change to another core..."

"Change a core..."

"After changing the core, the appearance is exactly the same, but is the clock still the same?"

There was a long silence in the room. This silence made Zhao Zimai fur all over and his heart beat continuously: The core has changed, is the clock still the same? What about the person? The figure standing halfway up the mountain is obviously the elder sister, but is she really the elder sister?

"I understand. The sir wants to tell me that everything cannot be forced, because the result of forced results must be contrary to my wishes."

"The master is the best among all people. How can we be qualified to promote the master?"

After the conversation ended, Zhao Wen'an finally chose to put down his obsession and walked out of the house with a cloth bag. Looking through the window, Zhao Zimai felt for the first time that his father, the back bathed in the sun, was just an ordinary old man, an old man who had been crushed to death because of the loss of his beloved daughter.

He felt that his heart was squeezed: his father's old attitude and fragility were born because of him. If one day his father discovered the truth, how should he face the aging face and how would he deal with it?

"This old guy came here just to break the bell?" Xiao Yunsheng beside him spat.

This sentence pulled Zhao Zimai's thoughts back. He saw Xiao Yunsheng next to him slowly walk from behind the house to the front of the house. He looked at the gate of the courtyard that had been closed by Zhao Wen'an, took off his hat, reached out to grab it twice, and cursed, "Zhao Wen'an, one day I will catch your mistake. At that time, you, the person standing in the cloud, will fall into the mud and never turn over..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped the ferocity on his face, replaced by a little guilty panic. Xiao Yunsheng heard a sound, not the "cracking" sound of the bell repairman in the house wiping the dial, but the sound belonged to another person, a person who had been following him but he had not noticed, and an oriole who was about to hunt the mantis.

But Xiao Yunsheng looked behind him and then, but he didn't notice the man in black, because when he turned around, he quietly turned to him. The man in black was extremely agile, and Xiao Yunsheng's thick and short neck did not keep up with his speed. So when he turned his head back and saw the person standing in front of him, he opened his mouth a few times, but he finally did not release the scream pressing into his throat.

He couldn't call, Zhao Wen'an was just across the door. If he called, Zhao Wen'an would find him following him and following him from the palace to here. Besides, he didn't know what the purpose of the person in front of him was, because the man was just looking at him steadily, without any expression in his eyes.

"What are you going to do?" he asked without moving his lips.

The man in black did not answer, and still stared at him with his Mumu eyes. After a moment, he suddenly stepped forward towards Xiao Yunsheng.

"not good."

Zhao Zimai said intently, but knew that he could not stop him. When he was frightened, the man in black took action. His movements were as fast as the wind, so fast that Xiao Yunsheng had not yet reacted, and he had already been hit by a slap in his back.

"Bang."

Zhao Zimai heard a scream, and then several "Xiao Yunsheng" flew towards him, with his head, arms, and two legs that were not much longer than his arms... They roared and clamped in a bloody dot, pressing on him with a head and face, pressing him down so hard that he could not breathe and could not speak.

"Zhao Wen'an...you instruct someone to harm me...I want your son's life..." The head pressed on his neck opened his mouth, revealing a slightly yellowed teeth. The stench in his mouth made the veins on Zhao Zimai's forehead pound, "Father repays his debts and sons, give me your life..."

His huge head was pressed against his Adam's apple, as if he wanted to squeeze out all the breath in his throat.

"What's the point of being unpaid? It's still so noisy when you die. It seems that you don't know what kind of person you are when you are alive."

Accompanied by this impatient voice, Xiao Yunsheng's head disappeared, Zhao Zimai covered his neck and gasped, while his other hand was still holding Xiao Yunsheng's thick and short fingers.

"What did you see?" Sang squatted beside him, raised the orchid finger and pinched his fingers in disgust, threw them on the wooden bed, reuniting with other parts of Xiao Yunsheng. "Who did you see the murderer?"

"See." Zhao Zimai was still gasping, and the white air that was spraying out made Sang's face blurry, "It was Zheng Ximing, and the one who killed Xiao Yunsheng was Zheng Ximing."
Chapter completed!