Bâtir une dynastie de chansons harmonieuse

Chapitre 84

They're back?!

Yang Nianqing really didn't know what to say or how to explain it.

Tang Kesi blushed and stared at them blankly: "Sister Yang..."

Yang Nianqing felt utterly ashamed.

“Brother Nangong…so that’s what you are…” Finally, Tang Kesi turned and ran away.

Nangong Xue slowly released her, stood up, his handsome face expressionless. He looked at He Bi for a long time, then stared at Qiu Bailu.

He Bi broke the silence first, coldly saying, "Old Qiu is back."

Nangong Xue nodded: "Okay."

Qiu Bailu's eyes flickered as she looked at Yang Nianqing and gave a slight sneer: "Li You will be back in a couple of days."

Yang Nianqing silently lowered her head. Although it didn't matter whether she came back or not, she was still incredibly ashamed—what she did was truly despicable; knowing that Tang Kesi liked Nangong Xue, she still went with him…

Suddenly, a hand reached out and grasped her hand.

It was exceptionally tight and exceptionally powerful.

Nangong Xue pulled her along, saying, "It's good that you're back. Let's go inside and talk."

It turned out that Qiu Bailu had returned early, but Li You insisted on staying at Nanshan Formation to spend two more days with the woman.

Yang Nianqing sat silently.

What right do you have to be sad? If you hadn't played that prank, he wouldn't have gone with you, and Jianghu Yao wouldn't have died. You've already hurt that gentle woman terribly, and now you want to hurt this lovely girl in front of you. What else do you want to do?

The strange thing is, what does all of this have to do with me? Why did I get involved in this for no reason?

Now we should focus on investigating the case, finding the murderer, uncovering the truth, and then...

So what do we do then?

Look out the window, the new year has begun, and the branches are already showing new green leaves.

Nangong Xue had been worried and wanted to follow him out, but Qiu Bailu stopped her to discuss something. Nangong Xue was "his" friend, and she really shouldn't... Thinking of Qiu Bailu's disdainful look, he and He Bi must look down on her and hate her now, right?

So what if she looks down on her? So what if she hates her? She doesn't care.

Yes, I don't care!

Trying to suppress her loneliness, Yang Nianqing took a deep breath and suddenly stood up—she wasn't from ancient times at all, and her behavior was already unusual enough, so why should she care what others thought? Besides, these stupid cases had nothing to do with her. The most important thing now was to find a way back!

However--

"Young Master! Miss Tang has disappeared!"

"Miss Tang—"

"Miss Tang!"

"Sisi—Sisi—where are you?" She ran desperately, calling out repeatedly, but her voice grew softer and colder, "Sisi..."

At first, everyone thought Tang Kesi was just upset and sulking, so they didn't try to comfort her. But when they realized something was wrong, Nangong Xue immediately ordered the servants to search everywhere. Even Qiu Bailu couldn't help but come out to look. It was getting late, and everyone had searched almost the entire garden, but there was still no trace of the girl.

Where would she run off to?

The evening wind carried a chill, blowing against my face and chilling me to the bone.

Yang Nianqing finally collapsed from exhaustion, leaning weakly against the tree trunk and sliding down... Just as she was about to sit on the ground, a pair of arms suddenly lifted her up and pulled her into their embrace.

Nangong Xue frowned: "The ground is cold."

She didn't have time to worry about whether her actions were appropriate or not, and immediately looked at him: "What should we do? Brother Nangong, Sisi..."

“She probably went back,” Nangong Xue hugged her tighter and forced a smile. “Don’t overthink it. I’ve already sent people to look for her. If they haven’t found her, then she’s fine, right?”

moment.

"Don't worry, Brother Nangong is here." A soft voice came from above.

Yes, what's there to be afraid of? No news is good news. Besides, even if everyone else leaves, this person will stay by her side and comfort her.

Yang Nianqing struggled to stand firm, composed herself, and looked up to speak. However, her gaze suddenly shifted to the artificial rock behind him, her face turned deathly pale, and she could no longer utter a sound.

Yes, in the blink of an eye, that lively and lovely girl died.

If it weren't for her 21st-century education, Yang Nianqing would almost certainly have thought she'd been cursed lately and needed to get rid of some evil spirit. She was plagued by bad luck; everything she did went wrong, and she even happened to run into a dead body. It was like falling from the sky and encountering a murder case—not everyone was so lucky.

She was so preoccupied with pondering this ridiculous coincidence that she forgot her sadness and stood there lost in thought.

The hilt of the knife remained in his chest.

The knife is the most common and ordinary type of short knife.

Her cute little face still bore tear stains, indicating she had been crying for a long time. However, what she saw more than tears was terror, as if she had witnessed something horrifying.

Was the killer particularly terrifying in appearance? Or was there something else truly frightening...?

What exactly did she see?

Under the lamplight, Nangong Xue stood quietly, his hands clenched tightly. His handsome face was pale and bluish, and his gentle phoenix eyes revealed countless sorrows and indignations.

Regardless, this lovely girl defied her mother's dying wish and ran away on her own, all to find him. He had kept her by his side these past few days, trying his best to protect her, but now he had finally failed.

Qiu Bailu glanced at the corpse only once: "She was drugged with muscle relaxant and then attacked."

He Bi remained silent.

Muscle-softening powder is not uncommon; while few people in the martial arts world can make it themselves, there are still quite a few.

Early in the morning, Nangong Xue sent someone to take Tang Kesi's body back. Because of Madam Ye's dying instructions not to let the Tang family have any contact with others, he could not personally send it back.

That girl truly loved him. Her love, like her, was pure and without a trace of scheming. His mood swayed hers; his preferences determined her actions; everything she did was solely to see that warm and captivating smile. If she hadn't run away to find him on her own, she wouldn't have died.

Yang Nianqing did not see her off when she left.

She definitely didn't want to see him, and Nangong Xue probably did too. Just like Li You told him to leave, after the person who had given the most for him left, he finally understood and regretted it.

Does Nangong Xue also regret it?

Before we knew it, night had fallen again.

Thinking of He Bi's gloomy face and Qiu Bailu's slightly mocking gaze, Yang Nianqing also began to despise herself. They must look down on her too.

Now, Nangong Xue certainly wouldn't want to see her anymore.

The last person left her too. If being thrown into the sky would really allow her to return, Yang Nianqing would be willing to try it, even if she fell and died.

Just as she was lost in thought, a hand suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her up from the ground: "Why are you in the garden again so late!"

The large cloak opened wide, wrapping her tightly inside, as if trying to keep her warm.

"It's cold," he finally breathed a sigh of relief, "Don't run around anymore, you know how dangerous it is these days!"

Yang Nianqing was stunned for a moment, then quickly broke free from his embrace and turned around: "Miss Jiang is dead, and Sisi is too... If I stay here, I will cause you more trouble."

His brow furrowed.

The cloak was draped over her again.

“This has nothing to do with you,” he said, gently taking her hand in his, his voice tinged with sadness. “It was my fault for letting her stay. Now… I am truly ashamed before Madam Ye’s spirit in heaven.”

A wave of warmth wafted over, almost suffocating.

He only allowed Tang Kesi to stay because she pleaded for her, but now he's taking all the blame. He must already feel guilty about what happened, yet he's also taking on her sadness and guilt along with her, bearing it all alone.

Wouldn't you be moved if someone treated you like this?

Yang Nianqing finally nestled against his chest, letting the warmth envelop and overwhelm her. She murmured, "Brother Nangong, I don't want to be here anymore. I want to go back."

His body trembled.

Even my strong heartbeat seemed to stop for a few seconds.

"Do you really want to leave?" A gentle yet slightly sorrowful voice asked.

Yang Nianqing did not answer.

"Perhaps... Brother Li will return tomorrow."

Come back... but what good will it do to come back? He no longer wants to see her, and she doesn't want to see him again. She wonders what it will be like when they meet again.

Yang Nianqing shook her head and told the truth: "I want to leave."

silence.

Nangong Xue suddenly released her and tightly grasped her hand: "I'll take you away."

Yang Nianqing almost doubted that she had misheard.

The complex emotions in his phoenix eyes vanished, replaced by an unwavering and clear gaze for the first time. He looked at her and smiled, saying each word carefully, "Let's go. We'll set off for Nangong Villa tomorrow morning."

The distant lights slanted across his handsome face, and his smile was devoid of any melancholy, shining as brightly as the starlight in a summer night, yet still gentle.

Is he going to take her away?

Before Yang Nianqing could think about it, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"I'm afraid it won't be good."

The words had barely left his lips when a flash of cold light appeared, followed by a bone-chilling cold.

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Volume Four: The Sword of Nangong Xue in the Martial World

As the cold light drew near, Yang Nianqing's heart turned to ice in the blink of an eye. Nangong Xue had no martial arts skills, and in that instant, she almost thought she could no longer escape.

She really did escape.

At the critical moment, Nangong Xue pushed with her left hand, quickly protecting her behind her, and her movements were surprisingly fast.

Didn't he know that doing this would kill him?!

Finally, everything around her quieted down, and Yang Nianqing almost stopped breathing.

The sharp tip of the sword pointed directly at Nangong Xue. If it had been pushed forward just a little further, he probably wouldn't be standing in front of him now... Who is this person? Why does he want to kill him?

Overwhelmed by surprise and fear, Yang Nianqing forgot to call for help.