"Then why did this murderer go to Zhao's mansion after killing someone?" Sang twisted his fingers a few times, and three flames rose up at the tip of his fingers. It sent forward, burning Xiao Yunsheng's soul, which was still twisting and struggling, into a wisp of blue smoke. Since it was repaired by Jiangbin, its spiritual power has increased greatly, but its memory is still divided and has not been completely restored.

"You also suspect that my father instructed Zheng Ximing to kill someone?" Zhao Zimai glanced at Sang and slowly stood up straight. "I don't believe it. Although I saw Zheng Ximing killing with my own eyes, I still don't believe it. It's not about protecting my shortcomings, nor is it because of how noble his father is. On the contrary, I believe that he has been in his current position, and the soles of his shoes have been stained with many people. But in this matter, I believe that he is innocent. This is not his method. He puts obvious things on the surface, as if he is telling others, 'Hey, I, Zhao Wen'an, kills people'. This is definitely not his style of acting."

"Why does Xiao Yunsheng hate Zhao Wen'an so much?" Sang rubbed his fingers a few times, blew a light breath, and blew out the flames on it.

Zhao Zimai glanced at the wooden bed beside him. Xiao Yunsheng's eyes were still not closed. Although his eyes were covered in blood, he still stared at him, which was very terrifying. But once upon a time, when these eyes were looking at him, they were always filled with a kind smile that was so kind that it made him feel a little uncomfortable.

"Xiao Yunsheng was Tanhua in the 26th year of Daoguang. He was once an angry person in Kui'an. Later, he joined his father's shogunate and became his father's confidant and right-hand assistant. The two can be said to have a good personal relationship. Later, his father was appointed as the ambassador to the UK, and the position of deputy envoy was vacant at that time, so he nominated Xiao Yunsheng. The two visited and traveled in the UK as an envoy to the UK, and they were very harmonious. However, because of all kinds of trivial matters, Xiao Yunsheng began to have a rift towards his father, from the silent resentment at the beginning to the later verbal discussion, and finally turned into blatant criticism and opposition."

Seeing Sang yawning, Zhao Zimai smiled bitterly, "I know you are not interested, I just want to tell you that everyone in the court knows that Xiao Yunsheng has a bad relationship with his father. If Xiao Yun dies, his father will be the first to be suspected. Therefore, a worldly-in-law person like him should be the least expected of Xiao Yunsheng to have an accident."

"Okay, I believe you, anyway, who killed the person has nothing to do with me. I just want to find the travel notes." Sang's yawn was even bigger, and his hand slapped his mouth a few times, making a series of "whimpering" sounds, like a child. It is becoming more and more like a person, no, to be precise, it is becoming more and more like "Mu Xiaowu". When Zhao Zimai stared at it, he sometimes even was in a daze, not knowing who the soul that controls this body is now.

After coming out of the New Year painting, "human nature" slowly emerged on it, spreading little by little like water stains. For example, it is now becoming more and more interested in eating. During the days when it comes to Beijing, it has traveled with Mu Crook all over the city, and the cherry meat has been completely left behind by it. Its favorite dish now is osmanthus eggs, tender and sweet sand, and the little girl's favorite taste. For example, it is very curious now and is interested in everything. Beijing is a good place where all kinds of novel things can satisfy people's curiosity, especially during the festival.

So sometimes Zhao Zimai felt that Sang did not want to get back the travel notes so strongly. He even suspected that it wanted to have a physical body to control and had a good time to play the world. This is natural. What's the point of making a knife? It's cold and hard. Apart from chopping people, it's fun to be a human being, especially a liar who plays with nothing in the world.

"After that, did Baotian tell you, your sister is back, but she is no longer her. She was occupied by a stinky monk, just like I occupied Mu Xiaowu's body."

When he stepped out of the creaking door of the Lianfang, the moment the moonlight poured on his body without any obstacles, Sang suddenly said this. It was said suddenly and directly. Zhao Zimai was not ready to deal with it. He was stunned without realizing that one leg had stepped out of the threshold, but the other leg was still in Lianfang.

It had never talked about this topic with itself, maybe it had no chance, maybe it didn't care at all, so it caught him off guard.

"After ten years, her appearance has not changed, it can only mean one thing, that is, your sister died ten years ago." After saying this, she turned around and took advantage of the moonlight to carefully look at his face. The lines from eyes to the corners of her mouth were not let go of any trace. "I am not sad or surprised. Did you know that she was gone long ago?"

Zhao Zimai suppressed the throbbing in his heart, although the heart was about to pop out of his throat, "My father sent people to search every inch of the territory, but he didn't find his sister. For ten years, if she was alive, with her ability, she could have reported a letter to her family. Since there wasn't, she should have been gone long ago."

Lieing is not a difficult task for Zhao Zimai. From childhood to adulthood, he has relied on lies to hide his cowardice many times. After saying too much, he can make perfect progress. However, in front of Sang, he has never tried lying, nor does he know whether it can find his guilt in clues like his father.

Fortunately, it did not continue to pursue it, and just curled its lips and said lightly, "Don't you like your sister?"

“Not like it.”

"I heard Baotian say it," Sang snorted, put down the topic and turned to the other ones, but it was determined to stump him tonight, and the questions he asked were more difficult to answer than the other, "Since you know that your sister is gone, why don't you tell your father?"

"A bell has hurt him like this. If I were replaced by a human, I wouldn't dare to imagine what would happen to him, let alone the undercurrents inside and outside the court are surging, so why bother him at this time." He paused, "And people should always have some hope when they are alive."

This answer seemed to be confused. Sang didn't say anything else, but just nodded and walked forward along the road paved with blue bricks in front of the house. The shadow was pulled thin and long by the moonlight.

Zhao Zimai breathed a sigh of relief and stepped out of the threshold to follow, but when he was about to take a few steps, he suddenly heard Sang's voice coming from the front, neither suppressing nor raising, like moonlight, as calm as water. "A person must learn to let go of himself for a lifetime. Your father is like this, why are you?"
Chapter completed!