I teamed up with my nemesis after rebirth

Fairy Biqing had finished ordering the chores in the city, and when she came over, she saw Chang Jingyu just put down the broom, and hurried forward and said, "Sorry, the mansion is too busy these days, so I forgot to arrange for someone to clean it up."

"It's okay, it's important." Lu Yinshuang pushed the door open and went straight to the inner room, stroking the table with her fingertips, a thin layer of dust had already fallen.

Chang Jingyu was puzzled: "Does the fairy know why Mr. Fang ran away from home? There are so many people in Weihai City who are coveting the elixir, and he should also know that it is very dangerous for him."

Fairy Biqing leaned against the door, unable to figure out her nephew, and complained: "I usually go out often, and when I come back, I also stay in Yuxian Pavilion. After a long time, I have become unfamiliar with Fang Yuan. I don't know what this child is thinking... ...He is also talented, the city lord has always indulged him, let him go to the house to reveal the tiles, and only told him to be honest this time, but he didn't listen."

Chang Jingyu nodded slowly: "Maybe there is some reason why I have to leave."

He was concerned, and followed Lu Yinshuang to search for hair on the bed, when he leaned over, his toes suddenly bumped into something, and there was a muffled sound from under the bed.

"Be careful." Lu Yinshuang reminded in a low voice. He squatted down to see what Chang Jingyu had kicked, but when he lifted the sheet, he found that it was a teapot tray with some burnt marks, and it contained a pinch of burnt tea. paper ashes.

Chang Jingyu also squatted down, stretched out his hand to turn over the pile of ashes, and pulled out a small piece of wreckage that still had its original color, and he could barely make out the word "no".

"Strange, how could the burnt letter be placed in the tea tray." Chang Jingyu whispered to himself.

As he opened his mouth, he subconsciously moved towards Lu Yinshuang's side, Lu Yinshuang flashed without a trace, stood up and put the tea tray back on the table.

Chang Jingyu touched his nose and was a little hurt, and followed him persistently, "Throwing the letter paper in the tea tray, burning it and hiding it under the bed, this process seems to be very hasty, maybe it has something to do with Mr. Fang running away from home at this time .”

Lu Yinshuang also agreed with Chang Jingyu's guess, he took the piece of paper and asked Fairy Biqing: "Does Fairy know this handwriting?"

The writing on the piece of paper was clear and unpretentious. Fairy Biqing squinted her eyes to recognize it for a while, then sighed in vain, "I haven't seen it before, maybe it was written by Fang Yuan's cronies."

Lu Yinshuang frowned and thought about it, and asked Chang Jingyu to do it: "Put away all the fragments that can be picked up, and I will try my best."

Chang Jingyu dipped his hands in ashes and spread the paper on the table, "Senior, what can I do?"

"A little trick I learned from my friends." Lu Yinshuang took out a handkerchief from his arms and threw it to Chang Jingyu. With his spiritual power concentrating on his fingertips, he drew a formation in the air, and pressed the formula with his left hand. On the ground, it evaporated like water vapor, and gradually gathered into a few distorted characters.

"Go home, Sister She...No, don't worry about me, take care of me."

Chang Jingyu felt that Lu Yinshuang's statement that I specialize in swords was extremely unconvincing. He read the words that appeared in the art formation, which seemed to be Feng Liushu, "What is the deep meaning of these words?"

"Instead of entangled in a few words, it's better to imagine who left the book." Lu Yinshuang closed the magic circle, "The person who left the book has a close relationship with Mr. Fang, and he has a younger sister. Maybe the fairy can think of someone?"

Fairy Biqing pondered for a moment, then she had a flash of inspiration, and said firmly: "I just remembered, there is a handyman named Zhao He next to Fang Yuan, and he asked for leave the day before Fang Yuan left. Fang Yuan usually trusts him very much, except People other than Zhao He are not allowed to enter the courtyard casually, I will summon the servants of the mansion, they should be able to confirm whether this handwriting is Zhao He's."

"No wonder no one tidied up this room." Chang Jingyu glanced at the bed, the quilt was thrown casually, he and Lu Yinshuang lifted the pillow sheet but couldn't find a strand of hair, "Oh, why isn't Mr. Fang bald? What about the crisis of hair loss?"

Lu Yinshuang suppressed a smile and said, "I didn't know your thoughts were so vicious."

"I apologize if I irritated senior." Chang Jingyu teased and bowed slightly.

His eyes stopped on Lu Yinshuang's neatly combed long hair, the ends of which almost reached the knees, and the end of the hairband was inlaid with an exquisite jade pendant, which occasionally shone with a small light when he turned around.

He stared at it for a while, until Lu Yinshuang frowned displeasedly and leaned against the edge of the table, blocking his gaze, then stepped forward a few steps, tilted his head innocently and said: "I seem to have seen white hair just now. "

Lu Yinshuang leaned against the edge of the table and had no way to retreat, so she could only say with a sullen face, "Are you old and dizzy at a young age?"

"Senior, let me see." Chang Jingyu stubbornly pinched Lu Yinshuang's sleeve and tried to pull him away.

Lu Yinshuang subconsciously tensed up, but Chang Jingyu was smiling, not at all dangerous. He was restless, moved a little distance slowly, and hummed: "You are getting bolder and bolder."

"...It's Feilu's feather." Chang Jingyu leaned on the table and probed, a piece of soft down was just mixed under the long hair, he took out the down, felt the softness with his fingers, his heart beat faster, and he succeeded He chuckled softly: "I'm so close, senior is fine."

"Tsk, you're dissatisfied with not dying." Lu Yinshuang shook his sleeves, and put a layer of ice on Chang Jingyu's hands as a warning, and opened the window to breathe.

Chang Jingyu was not angry either, she rubbed her hands and followed with a smile, the servants in the mansion who had contact with Zhao He quickly gathered in the courtyard, more than a dozen people discussed and whispered to each other, Lu Yinshuang stood at the window a little impatiently, often Jingyu saw that he didn't like this kind of scene very much, so he volunteered: "I'll ask, maybe there will be a key point."

Fairy Biqing passed the shredded paper to the servants, and two maidservants recognized it. Chang Jingyu said softly, "Before Zhao He asked for leave, was there anything unusual?"

The maid Xiaowan worried: "I can't tell. Brother Zhao's sister has a serious heartache. The young master often collects elixir for him, but he can barely save his life. This time the leave is to see a doctor for her sister, but the doctors in the vicinity are all I’ve seen it, and his sister can’t go far away, I was afraid that he would be cheated by some wandering doctor, so I inquired about it, and I heard that he left after returning home that day, and I don’t know where he went.”

Chang Jing Yuxin said that this is also in line with the fragment in the letter, and asked: "Then when Zhao He asked for leave, did Mr. Fang know?"

"The young master was competing with a friend in the martial arts field that day, and he returned very late, so he probably didn't know about it." Xiaowan recalled, "Zhao He told the steward directly, and left in the afternoon."

"Did you say anything on the day Mr. Fang disappeared?" Chang Jingyu asked.

"No, he looks very angry, he lost his mind and ran away from the gate guard." Xiaowan has been asked this question several times, and she really can't think of anything new, "But everyone in the mansion knows that the young master has a bad temper. It would piss him off too much."

Lu Yinshuang searched half of the room's dead corners, and gave a few dust-cleaning formulas for free. Finally, he found a hair under the closet. He breathed a sigh of relief, and thought to himself that he would never do it again next time. It's a hassle.

Chang Jingyu stood in the courtyard deep in thought, Lu Yinshuang knocked on the window lattice to call him in, and the housekeeper was in a hurry to report to Fairy Biqing, she had to go first, leaving Chang Jingyu and the two to investigate by themselves.

"According to those servants, Mr. Fang and Zhao He have a very good relationship. I have an idea." Chang Jingyu propped his chin and said, "There may be something wrong with Zhao He treating her sister because Mr. Fang was not there at the time. Zhao He left him a letter, and when Mr. Fang saw it the next day, he resolutely chased after him."

"No matter how good the relationship is, Zhao He is just a handyman. Is it worth Fang Yuan's risk?" Lu Yinshuang smiled coldly, and he also heard the discussion in the courtyard. Because no one believed that the young master of the city lord would run away from home for a servant.

"People's feelings are not always framed by status, are they?" Chang Jingyu pointed out.

"Why, Mr. Chang is a noble man, so you can explain it yourself?" Lu Yinshuang was a little amused, holding a compass in his left hand, and went over the usage in his mind.

Chang Jingyu was noncommittal. From the details of his habits, he concluded that Lu Yinshuang's background was unusual, but the arrogance he inadvertently revealed was not aimed at a certain person. Pretty much the same.

"What Fang Yuan thinks, why don't you ask him after you find him."

Lu Yinshuang pinched the hair that was so hard to find, a blue flame rose from the fingertips, swallowed the hair in an instant, spread to the compass, and spun on the pointer to burn, and the pointer gradually turned to a Direction, stay still.

"Can we find people by following the direction of the pointer?" Chang Jingyu looked at the strangely beating blue-green flames, feeling that it was not a serious technique.

"Well, this matter can be resolved tonight if there is no accident." Lu Yinshuang was confident, and confidently went out to release Feilu.

Chang Jingyu sincerely admired: "Senior's methods are really endless."

Lu Yinshuang couldn't help but glance at him: "I'll take it as a compliment."

They flew out of the city by flying, passed through several villages in the direction of the pointer, and approached a mountain forest outside the city. Chang Jingyu sat and enjoyed it for a long time, and suggested: "Are you tired, senior? Why don't I use Yufeng Jue instead."

Lu Yinshuang controlled the compass and blocked the screen, thinking about it, he also felt why he had to do it himself, so he directly accepted the spell.

The moment Yufeng Jue was withdrawn, the oncoming wind exploded in his ears like the roar of a giant beast. Chang Jingyu covered his hair crown, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the pointer on the compass spinning wildly.

After unfolding the Yufeng Jue, he blinked and asked, "Senior, was this blown by the wind?"

"..." Lu Yinshuang shook the compass, and tapped Tianchi twice, but the pointer was still spinning.

It's a mess.Lu Yinshuang thought blankly.

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