Huan Zicheng said "um" softly, didn't speak again, but slowly paced back to the place and sat down, picked up the tea cup, and stared at the tea in the cup. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The tea has no temperature, and when you hold it in your hand, it is like holding a piece of ice, and the cloudy tea juice seems to be frozen, without the slightest hint.

"The group of Mo family members who came in and out of Chen Country more than ten years ago, can you find out who they are?" After a long time, Huan Zicheng asked lightly.

The dumb slave said respectfully: "Hui Langjun, the white ghost has already found the eyebrows. The last place where the group of people came and went was in Xin'an County, around the twenty-first year of Yongping. ”

Huan Zicheng said "um" softly, turned the teacup in his hand, and said expressionlessly: "Based on the twenty-first year of Yongping, in the three years before and after, all the big and small things in Xin'an County are called to be investigated carefully. ”

At this point, he raised his eyes to look at the dumb slave again, and continued: "If there are not enough people, you can order Huang and Lan to help him." ”

"Yes. The dumb slave replied neatly, "The yellow ghost and the blue ghost just came back, so I'll arrange it." ”

Huan Zicheng nodded, and then fell silent again.

Outside the window, the snow flew rapidly, disturbed by the strong wind, and sometimes slammed on the window sash, "fluttering" sound. Other than that, there was silence in the room.

It wasn't until the charcoal exploded with a loud "beep" sound that Huan Zicheng seemed to suddenly come back to his senses and said lightly: "Is there any news from the purple ghost?"

The dumb slave said respectfully: "Hui Langjun, the purple ghost hasn't sent the news back yet." Her latest message said that she had arrived in Suchang. The mother and daughter seemed to have been haunted in Xuchang around the third or fourth year of the Zhongyuan Dynasty. ”

Huan Zicheng nodded indifferently: "Tell her to be tighter, what I'm looking for must not be lost." ”

The dumb slave immediately responded, but a blank look appeared on his face.

The person who Huan Zicheng sent the purple ghost to investigate was a mother and daughter. Although the mother was born in the Xiaoshi clan, this small clan has been annihilated, there is nothing to check at all, and the mother and daughter are still dead.

The dumb slave really didn't understand why his family Langjun wanted to check on them.

His emotions, Huan Zicheng was naturally aware of it.

However, he didn't have a word of explanation, and only looked at the tea in the cup with a cold face.

In fact, only he understands that in all things, this mother and daughter are the key!

And the more this is the case, the more he needs to deal with it calmly, let alone show that he attaches importance to this matter.

Therefore, the only man he sent was the purple ghost. Because, the thing that pierced the sky must be covered in the lid, and the fewer people who know, the better.

After being silent for a while, Huan Zi's clear and cold voice rang out again, and it seemed to provoke an echo in the room: "Send another letter to the purple ghost, and after you find the tomb, you will report it immediately." ”

"Yes, Lang Jun. The dumb slave replied with a crossed hand, and the confusion on his face disappeared.

Huan Zicheng's performance in the past year or so is simply amazing, each of his actions is meaningless at first glance, but after thinking about it, he is anticipating the enemy and taking the lead, and every step can be ahead of others.

In the end, Lang Jun has his own deep meaning, and the question in the heart of the dumb slave will naturally disappear in the face of powerful facts.

"Keep an eye on Su Changling. But if this person has any changes, you don't have to report it to me, kill him. Huan Zicheng's cold voice came again, still without a trace of fireworks.

"No. The mute slave immediately bowed in response.

The room was quiet for a while, and Huan Zicheng suddenly changed the subject: "Father has been ...... lately." Okay?"

When the dumb slave heard this, his expression became a little hesitant, and after a while, he considered the words and said, "Lord Lang...... It's still the same. ”

In other words, for him, the eldest son, his father Huan Daofei is still taboo, suppressed, and ...... as always Take advantage of it.

The corners of Huan Zicheng's lips twitched slightly, and a cold voice immediately sounded: "My little brother, how are you doing lately?"

"Shiro-kun has done a very good job in the Ministry of Officials, and Aunt Lu introduced several Langjun of the Lu family to Shiro-kun, and now they are quite good friends. The mute slave spoke in a flat voice, with no expression on his face.

"That's right. Huan Zicheng nodded silently.

Aunt Lu, that is, the concubine Lu, is also the biological mother of Huan Zijin and Huan Ziyu.

Because Huan Daofei spared no effort to support the two concubines, and the mother family of the Lu family ranked seventh, therefore, the status of this good concubine in the Huan family is rising day by day, and she is almost on an equal footing with his wife Pei - that is, Huan Zicheng's biological mother.

And even so, whenever Huan Zicheng talks about Huan Ziyu, he always looks light.

"Since the fourth brother is good friends with the Lu family, I now have a great credit to be handed over to the fourth brother to complete. He said indifferently, took out a note from his sleeve, and handed it to the dumb slave, "Turn a few more hands, be sure to make the fourth brother think that this is his own understanding, and then poke the news in front of his father." ”

The dumb slave took the note, opened it and looked at it twice, his eyes showed a look of surprise and admiration, and then he looked sorry for him, and said: "Why don't you do it yourself, or just let Lord Lang do this trick, and why let Lu Shilun's old slippery head take the lead, wouldn't it ......?"

"No need. Huan Zicheng waved his hand and didn't let him continue, his face was still indifferent: "Although this credit is great, it is not suitable for my Huan family." You do what I say. ”

Seeing that although his expression was indifferent, his attitude was very resolute, the dumb slave didn't dare to say more, so he answered yes and put the note away.

"Xiao Jiuchuan in front, have my fourth brother been there?" asked Huan Zicheng abruptly.

The subject turned extremely stiffly, and as he said this, his gaze slowly swept over the closed window sash, and there was no emotion on his cold countenance.

Hearing this, the dumb slave did not have a trace of surprise on his face, and only said respectfully: "Hui Langjun, Shilangjun has already been to Xiaojiuchuan once, if it is cold today, it is not a good time for fishing." However, Shiro-kun is very fond of it, and he said straightly, "It is fortunate that there is such a quiet and simple place in the midst of the extravagant flowers of the capital." When you want to come to the warm weather, Shiro-kun will often go fishing in Kokugawa. ”

"Very good. Huan Zicheng said expressionlessly, his eyes were cold and indifferent, "The fourth brother loves the wind of Gaoshi, and he fishes in the river, but he also sets him off." ”

At this point, he turned his head to look at the dumb slave again, and his cold voice was as cold as ever, making people's hearts chill slightly: "Announce this matter, and in a month, I will know all about it." ”

"No. The dumb slave replied, and there was already a faction of slaughter between his low eyebrows, "With the red ghost here, this matter will be done in a few days." ”

Huan Zicheng nodded indifferently, and then admonished: "Also, a few of you take care of the Lu family." If you have the opportunity, hand a letter to Lu Shimin and tell him to continue stinging. ”

The dumb slave answered yes.