The Imperial Guard’s Revenge

After Lu Heng finished speaking, he had to believe it. He had read all the documents of Wang Yanqing, and knew that she had a serious illness because of martial arts training when she was eight years old. Now Lu Heng has done some work, but the time, cause and effect, and process have not changed. Only the person inside was replaced by Lu Heng, and he added a sentence. The very ruthless words turned into concern for Wang Yanqing's body, and whoever listened to it was moved. Lu Heng sighed with emotion that all the resilience he had developed in front of the imperial palace was used to deceive Wang Yanqing.

Sure enough, Wang Yanqing blinked when he heard these words, and the bottom of his eyes was filled with water: Second brother...

Lu Heng stroked Wang Yanqing's cheek, rubbed his fingertips on those thrilling eyes, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes: Why are you crying? There are so many things like this, if you don't remember, we will do it all over again. Even if You'll never get your memory back, and that's okay.

Lu Heng silently added in his heart, if you regained your memory, I'm afraid you won't sit here obediently and look at him like this.

Wang Yanqing's heart was full of emotion, she forgot all the memories of the two of them, but the second brother was neither angry nor impatient, and always guided her patiently. How lucky she is to have such a brother, no wonder she is reluctant to forget him when she loses her memory.

Lu Heng lingered on Wang Yanqing's face for a long time, and finally retracted his hand reluctantly. As it should be, he said: You have been tossing for a day today, you must be tired. I am afraid they will have to search for a while. We can't go tonight, so you might as well rest first. There is a second brother here to help you. You can rest assured and sleep in peace.

Wang Yanqing was a little hesitant when she heard this. She and her second brother were childhood sweethearts. It was enough to be close when they were young. Now that they are all grown up, they still live in the same room at night? But Lu Heng's words were still in his ears, and Wang Yanqing's inner doubts were quickly overwhelmed. Second brother was so kind to her, how could he have other thoughts? He must be caring about her body.

Wang Yanqing stood in the cold wind for an afternoon today, probably because she was stimulated by the cold wind, her body was tired and her lower back was sore. Seeing Wang Yanqing's tiredness, Lu Heng brought her a pillow and put it on the couch, helping her to lie down.

Wang Yanqing was really tired, she lay down, and Lu Heng saw that she was a little cold, so he took his cloak and put it on her carefully. Wang Yanqing looked at Lu Heng's dark blue sleeves and asked, Second brother, did you already know the truth about Liang Rong's death?

Lu Heng was noncommittal and said, The body hasn't been found yet, everything is just speculation, there is no truth.

Wang Yanqing was slender and slender, and only a small strand rose under Lu Heng's wide cloak. She was afraid of the cold, so she buried her face in the fluff of the collar of the cloak, the black fluff was fluffy, and her face was not as big as a slap when she leaned on it.

She turned her face, looked at Lu Heng carefully, and said, You don't have to lie to me. When you came out of Liang Rong's study, you probably guessed it.

The night was cold and heavy, and the wind was howling. Lu Heng decided to choose the latter between the cold official document and the lively beauty. He sat on the edge of the couch, his fingers slowly passed through Wang Yanqing's hair, and he said casually, Qingqing asks these questions, can you still fall asleep after a while?

Wang Yanqing shook her head. Although she didn't speak, her clear eyes were fixed on him. Lu Heng was helpless, sighed slightly, and said, I originally wanted Qingqing to sleep for a while, but since Qingqing wants to listen, there is no reason for my brother. As soon as I entered Liang Rong's room, it felt wrong. There are a lot of books hidden, and the desk case is full of pen, ink, paper and inkstone. It can be seen that he usually likes to read books, which is different from those playboys who put on a facade. For such people, the most commonly used couch is actually empty. I thought it was too deliberate, so I went in and took a look. I didn't expect it to hit the right spot. The brushes on his desk were neatly arranged by thickness, length and length, and the paperweights were placed horizontally and vertically, but the brushes on his inkstone were not washed. A careless A person who runs out of pens will not wash them until the next day, but a person who is obsessed with neatness will not. It can only be said that when he put down his pen, he just left temporarily, and did not think about going out or sleeping, Liang Wenshi Going out to visit friends with the so-called Liang Rong from the Liang family is completely nonsense.

Wang Yanqing recalled the daytime scene while listening. She also saw Liang Rong's desktop, but she didn't pay attention to these details. Unexpectedly, the seemingly simple desktop hides so much information.

Wang Yanqing asked again, Then what?

I knew at that time that Liang Rong was probably in an accident. The collection of books can best reflect a person's character. I went to the bookshelf to check and found that the books on it looked messy, but they were actually distributed according to dynasties. There is only one, the Song Collection. , but was placed in the miscellaneous notes of the Yuan Dynasty.

Wang Yanqing was lying on his side on the throw pillow, his chin was touching Lu Heng's cloak, and the light seemed to cast a layer of glaze on the two of them. In contrast, the whiter Wang Yanqing's chin was, the darker Lu Heng's cloak was. Lu Heng's slender fingers slowly fiddled in Wang Yanqing's hair. She ignored the hands and asked in surprise, Those books are not serious knowledge, but travel journals. Second brother, do you even know these things?

Now Daxing Bagu, the imperial examinations are only serious knowledge, and the rest are all heresy. Anyway, Wang Yanqing hadn't read any of those books, she didn't know what those books were talking about, but Lu Heng was in a pile of books, and at a glance, she found a different dynasty.

Lu Heng smiled in a low voice and circled Wang Yanqing's hair with his fingertips: I haven't seen it before, I just know about it. It's impossible for someone like Liang Rong to misplace his collection of books, it must be someone else. In a hurry, people randomly put the books on the table into the bookshelf. I took out the book, and after turning a few pages, I found that there were water stains on it. The water stains were light, the edges were brown, and they should be tea water. Before the incident, Liang Rong was tired of reading the book case, so he put down his pen and moved to the couch to lie down and read. Later, the murderer entered the house and accidentally knocked over the tea while committing the crime, and got the book wet. The murderer was flustered and quickly put the Books were mixed into the bookshelves, so that no one would find out that he had been there. Out of a guilty conscience, he cleaned everything on the couch, I

I went to the couch to check and found that the ash on the coffee table was different from that on the table case, and it was obvious that someone else went in and wiped it. If it wasn't the place where the crime happened, why would the murderer care so much?