Jiang Chengjia was about to call Lu Xun, but turned around and found that the group of people who were still in front of the house had disappeared.

"Where is the person? Didn't he say he wanted to discuss things in the front hall?" she murmured.

At this moment, a faint cry came from behind: "A Luo."

Jiang Chengjia responded, turned his head without knowing it, jumped to Ning Nanyou, and said gently: "What's wrong?"

Ning Nanyou's expression became more and more embarrassing.

Jiang Chengjia felt something was wrong with him, but he couldn't think of something wrong, so he said carefully: "Where is Erlang feeling uncomfortable?"

Ning Nanyou held back and said gloomyly: "It's okay. Come into the house."

But the little lady in front of her didn't notice anything, and she didn't know how annoyed and ashamed he was at the moment.

He sighed, his face coldly, and regardless of the discomfort on his legs, he forced himself to walk into the hall.

At present, the courtyard they are located far from the center of the border town, and the gardening carved walls are like the wind of the south of the Yangtze River, which is incompatible with the loess sandwa in the north. Ning Nanyou looked carefully and felt a sense of confusion.

Jiang Chengjia followed him, saw his confusion, and explained: "This is a mansion built specifically for Deng Qing to entertain guests."

"Deng Qing?" Ning Nanyou's eyes showed surprise, he turned his head to look at her and asked, "Then, how could you bring me to this place?"

Jiang Chengjia smiled sly in his eyes and said happily: "I naturally used some methods. In order to greet me, Deng Qing let me live in this yard. It was simply remote in the north and no one came here to visit Deng Qing. So there were no servants in this mansion. It just happened to be suitable for you to hide. As the saying goes, the most dangerous place is the safest."

Ning Nanyou was silent for a moment and entered the hall.

The construction style of this mansion is very similar to the buildings in Qingxiang, Beijing. The interior layout is a bit old, but the arrangement of futons and screens has a unique style. This habit and such display are the most familiar placement style of Ning Nanyou.

Seeing a strong emotion flashing in his eyes, Jiang Chengjia lowered his head and thought to himself, then frowned and asked in a low voice: "Do Erlang think...is there something wrong here?"

Ning Nan was worried and had a slight uneasy. He had already guessed, but he didn't say it and replied softly: "It's okay."

He sat in the hall, coughed twice, and said to the group of people hiding outside, "Let's come out, don't hide."

Jiang Chengyi followed his gaze and looked towards the door.

I saw Lu Xun, who had just hidden somewhere, poked his head out and looked into the inner hall.

He smiled awkwardly and said, "Lord...the eyes are so accurate."

Ning Nanyou ignored him and asked, "Just just now, you went to Andong Lane to lure the officers and soldiers in the city, but did you see the portraits of those people holding?"

Lu Xun nodded and said, "These officers and soldiers are indeed wearing portraits, but their subordinates have not seen clearly who the person in the portrait is."

Ning Nanyou said with a serious expression: "Just just now, a Deng Qing's personal soldier came to tell the news with the man who arrested me. In his words, the person in the portrait appeared in Andong Lane. It happened to be the place where you led the troops. Have you seen the appearance of that man?"

Lu Xun showed a subtle expression, stared at Ning Nanyou and wanted to speak but stopped, then lowered his head and looked up at Jiang Chengjia standing beside him.

Seeing that he looked strange, Ning Nanyou frowned slightly and said softly: "What do you have to say?"

Lu Xun stammered and said, "The person who appeared in Andong Lane...is the queen. But at that time... the queen disguised herself as you. At that time, my subordinates were quite puzzled, wondering why you appeared in Andong Lane..."

Ning Nanyou's hands curled up slightly, and his naked eyes shook for no reason.

"What do you mean?" he asked coldly.

When he stared at Lu Xun and the young man couldn't answer, Jiang Chengjia stepped forward to relieve him: "What he meant is already very obvious, right? Erlang, can't you guess? The person in the portrait is you."

Ning Nan was worried that there was already construction in his heart, but now he really heard it, he still couldn't believe it.

"I know you may not believe it. After I entered this county, I accidentally found that the person in this portrait was you, and I was also shocked." Jiang Chengjia explained.

After a brief sigh, she said, "I arrived at this county town before you, and some of the situations have been understood clearly. The portrait posted by Deng Qing in the group of officers and soldiers has an original manuscript. This manuscript has been given to his most trusted confidant, the person who just pursued you, named Dong Daofu."

The husband lowered his eyes, his plump red lips pressed down slightly, and his cool and cold eyes were filled with a faint solemn aura.

"So he had already had wolf ambitions." The handsome and handsome figure of the Langjun was reflected under the candle, and his whole body was covered with anger.

Jiang Chengjia didn't speak, and also lowered her beautiful eyes, put her slender hands on his shoulder, comforting her gently: "Maybe, you are not all the people."

When Lu Xun listened to the conversation between the two, he felt that he had understood something, but he seemed to have understood nothing.

The stupid young general scratched his head and asked, "Lord...Master, do you already know why the person in the portrait is you?"

Ning Nanyou sneered coldly: "Why do you think it will be?"

His cold smile from the bottom of his heart made Lu Xun feel cold unconsciously and replied tremblingly: "I...I am stupid, please give me advice."

But the husband didn't want to say it anymore.

Jiang Chengjia knew that he was not feeling well, so he took Lu Xun's words and said, "Because, this portrait was handed over to Deng Qing by your brother Zhou Yuanmo."

Lu Xun was stunned and opened his mouth for a long time and couldn't speak.

Jiang Chengjia continued, "Deng Qing left Beijing since she was a child and has been living in the north. He had never seen Erlang, nor did he know what Erlang looked like when he became an adult, so how could he have a portrait of him after he became an adult? The Deng family never took Erlang seriously. In the capital, the name of Erlang as King Rui was not enough to arouse Deng Qing, who was far away in the north, specially sent someone to the capital to draw a portrait of him. I am afraid that Deng Qing would not even bother to meet Erlang. So, who gave this portrait to Deng Qing?"

Lu Xun finally struggled out of the crammed news, and never believed it and said, "How is it possible? How could Yuanmo have time to hand over the portrait to Deng Qing? Since the case of Song Zong, he was sent to Jianye by his lord. Even if he fled, he had never been to the north. There was a lord's spy here. If he appeared, the spies from the north would definitely report to the lord! Girl, don't frame him like this because he had a marriage with him in the past!"

His dissatisfaction with Jiang Chengjia did not completely dissipate. Now that he heard Jiang Chengjia's guess, Zhou Yuanmo was very angry and spoke without hesitation.

The husband who sat in front of the screen of the Gupan clenched his fists and slapped the table, his eyes cold: "Lu Chengzhong, pay attention to your attitude of speaking."

After Lu Xun gradually calmed down his anger, he realized what he said. Suddenly, the atmosphere felt awkward and his whole body fell silent.

Jiang Chengjia explained to him angrily: "General Lu, I didn't say that Zhou Yuanmo gave this painting to Deng Qing recently. I said earlier. The scroll in the hands of the officers and soldiers was just a copy of the picture, and the real manuscript was in the hands of Dong Daofu. By chance, I saw the portrait. The scroll was yellowed, and it was obviously painted a few years ago. Think about it, four years ago, did Zhou Yuanmo come to the north because of purchasing sheepskin? Think about it again, Junhou's trip to the north is so confidential, and few people know about it. Who can force Junhou to such a situation with a portrait? Apart from you and Uncle Ji, only Zhou Yuanmo, who is in charge of Yekongge Business Road, can do this!"

Lu Xun's strong and hard face gradually lost his blood at this moment, and his face was full of shock: "The female emperor means that Zhou Yuanmo had rebelled against his lord four years ago."

Jiang Chengjia remained silent and agreed to his current guess.

Lu Xun still refused to wake up, shook his head and murmured: "This is impossible, this is absolutely impossible. He once said that he would take revenge with his lord. He wanted to clean up the grievances for Master Lu and Chang Mengjun back then. How could he betray his lord?"

Jiang Chengjia suddenly realized that Ning Nan's worries have become more and more biased and his obsession has become more and more profound in recent years. Perhaps it is because Zhou Yuanmo is by his side, guiding and designing step by step, which has made him fall deeper and deeper to this point.

Ning Nanyou probably didn't notice it at all, but didn't want to believe it. He has always been a person who values ​​affection and friendship. Zhou Yuanmo was his childhood friend and a friend of life and death with him. He shouldn't believe that Zhou Yuanmo would betray him, right?

Just like Lu Xun now, I can't believe that Zhou Yuanmo had set up the game so early.

Lu Xun kept repeating those words.

"Enough."

Until the man sitting upright became impatient and scolded him.

The young man stopped.

His face was pale, his eyes were filled with disappointment and pain, and he was at a loss, looking at Ning Nanyou like a child, asking for help.

Under the screen of the ancient plate of the painting pillar, the man's whole body was reflected by candlelight in the picture of the cold water embroidered in the screen, outlining the outline of the figure as strong as a towering mountain range.

He closed his eyes, clenched his fists tightly, and the winding blue veins burst out from the back of his hand, showing his endless anger.

"Believe it or not, right or not. You will understand it after finding out the truth." He was very calm, and his terrifying and gloomy face appeared with a hint of ruthlessness, "You have been with me for so many years, but still don't understand this truth?"

Lu Xun was tense all over, and he was already in a state of dismay, so he didn't dare to talk about it anymore.

The young man in Xuanyi said strongly: "Now, it should be a discussion, how to change the plan?"

Jiang Chengjia patted his shoulder again, signaling him not to be too angry.

Ning Nanyou tried hard to suppress the anger that was about to burst out, and said with a trembling voice: "At present, Liao Yuncheng has transferred his army to another temporarily safe warehouse in this county town. However, Deng Qing searched the city in a large amount, and the place would not be protected for only a long time."
Chapter completed!