C330 Who Was Yi Ci(2)

"Mu Xingchen is one of your men? Your acting is flawless! "

"No! I don't know who he is either. It's just that he's willing to help me with this. I also know that he's the assassin who killed you. " Yue Niansheng told him.

Lyi Xuanzhi slightly narrowed his eyes and looked at him. "I really can't see through you. What kind of person are you?"

"You will naturally know in the future!" Yue Niansheng left his room with a loud laugh.

This was undoubtedly another declaration of war. However, Mu Xingchen's identity had always been a mystery. No one knew who he was, but they knew that his purpose was to kill Lyi Xuanzhi, and Lyi Xuanzhi couldn't touch him.

Lyi Xuanzhi sent Lianfeng to find out Mu Haiyang's whereabouts, but he hadn't heard any news about her for the past two days.

"Where did she go?" Lyi Xuanzhi muttered to himself.

Lianfeng suddenly walked in and knelt on the ground. "Master, I have something to say."

"En, say it!"

"Master, actually Miss Mu did not investigate you... " They had a huge argument that day and he was right outside the door. Everyone could hear the content of their conversation clearly.

Lyi Xuanzhi heard it and turned to look at him. He continued, "That day, Master accidentally called Yici out of the sickbed. His subordinate and Feng both heard it. Presumably, Miss Mu also heard it. That was why she spent the entire day in the pub. She heard from Feng that she was covered in injuries from the stick the day she came back. The subordinate had asked around and found out that she had deliberately provoked others. In the end, the shop owner did not retaliate even after hitting her. Instead, he kept smiling. He laughed loudly. The shop owner thought that there was something wrong with her mind, so he chased her out... "

After listening to Lianfeng's story, Lyi Xuanzhi felt an inexplicable pain in his heart. Why did he also make such a mistake? Why didn't he believe her? Furthermore, she didn't care about her past grudges and stayed with him from now on. She was really muddle-headed. She actually called out Yici's name.

Seeing that he was lost in thought, Lianfeng asked, "Master, I have never heard you talk about Yici. Who is she? Is she more important than Miss Mu?"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't know!" Lyi Xuanzhi interrupted him.

"Yes!" He lowered his head and answered.

"Go on, tell This King once you find her!" Lyi Xuanzhi turned around and waved him away.

He took out a white silk handkerchief from the bed. The word Yici was embroidered on it with eye-catching red lines. On the white scarf, the red color was particularly eye-catching. He looked a little absent-minded as he held it.

After a long time, he put away the scarf and took out the drawing of Mu Haiyang, the red-dressed swordsman. He looked at it obsessively and lost his mind.

Day after day, it was like this.

One month later, it was already spring and the flowers were blooming. The winter plum blossoms had been thanked, the tender grass had been reborn, and the land had returned to spring. There was a patch of green everywhere. Even the willow tree that Mu Haiyang used to practice her sword had sprouted. However, Xuemei's flower bud was no longer there. The leaves had yet to grow, and the tree trunk was bare. The sunlight shone on her, making her look especially desolate and desolate.

Lyi Xuanzhi's courtyard no longer had the usual joys and laughs, and no one slept soundly behind the desk in the study in the afternoon. Not a single person slept in the room opposite him. This courtyard finally became quiet, so quiet that the flowers and trees were no longer there.

None of them had found Mu Haiyang. No one had heard anything about her.

Due to his identity as a hostage, Lyi Xuanzhi could not leave Yue Yuan. He could only listen to Lianfeng repeat the same words day after day.

Now that he calculated, Lianfeng had not returned for ten days. Feng was the only one who gave him food on time every day. She also gave him some books under his orders. A letter. After that, he shut himself in the courtyard and did not interact with outsiders anymore. It had been the same for the past month.

It was almost February. Mu Haiyang had left for almost two months, but no one knew where she had gone. Yue Niansheng had been busy these days, and Lyi Xuanzhi had been staying in his courtyard without seeing anyone.

Lianfeng had only come back once, and the answer he gave him was still 'nowhere to be found'.

Lyi Xuanzhi nodded calmly, and Lianfeng left. Gradually, Lyi Xuanzhi started to not sleep for the whole night. During the days when he could not sleep, like Mu Haiyang, he squatted in front of her door, hoping that she would suddenly come back. In the eyes of outsiders, he was already taciturn, and now he was even more so. Those who did not know would think that he had suddenly contracted dumbfoundedness.

His bedroom was filled with drawings of Mu Haiyang. When he could not sleep, he began to draw. He copied her and wrote his name. He read the books that she had copied. Lianfeng also saw it this time when he came back. He sighed slightly and said, "Why do you have to do this?"

The next day, Lianfeng left the courtyard as usual and continued to look for Mu Haiyang. Lyi Xuanzhi lay in front of her door and fell asleep. He was woken up by the sound of Feng opening the door. He got up from the ground and patted his body.

Feng seemed to be used to his appearance. She bowed and put the brush, ink, and inkstone on the table. Then she left and closed the door.

Lyi Xuanzhi did not speak to anyone. It was as if no one could make him speak. Picking up the ink and brush, she walked into the study and placed the paper on the large wooden shelf. He began to draw, and it was another day. Concentrating on drawing, he even changed Feng's dishes three times. He continued to draw.

The longer Lyi Xuanzhi stayed silent, the more silent he became!