Regarding the fall of the Mo family, Qin Su's feelings were not as deep as Li Xuandu's. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

She is a person who lives every day with a knife on her head, where can she have extra emotions to sigh for others?

Since Li Xuandu didn't know the details of Yintang and the Mo Clan, Qin Su also lost interest in asking questions.

She is too familiar with Yintang, and her purpose of selling the big news of Yintang to Li Xuandu through the mouth of Ziwei Doushu is not simple.

However, these are all later words, with the ability of the hidden hall, a Li Xuandu may not be able to deal with it, everything must wait until Qin Su returns to Qingzhou, and then make plans according to the situation.

Li Xuandu's voice suddenly sounded again at this time, and he only listened: "In addition to the Mo family, the news that Ah Su asked that person to help find out also has some eyebrows. ”

Qin Su stopped suddenly.

"Did you find the news from Yingchuan as well?" she asked, her face instantly condensed.

Li Xuandu glanced at her sideways and nodded: "Yes, there is news." It's not big news, but it's a bit of a surprise. ”

Qin Su's heart immediately lifted, and he asked in a deep voice, "Please also ask Li Lang to give advice." After all, this is also my Qin family's business, and I want to hear the details. ”

"Good. Li Xuandu replied with a word, and then reached out and patted her, and said softly: "Ah Su, don't be too anxious, the matter is still being investigated, and what I got here is only the first wave of news." ”

As he spoke, he walked forward, and Qin Su followed closely behind.

On the empty snowy field, large snowflakes fluttered one after another, and the two figures, one tall and one short, gradually moved away, and the two lines of footprints left behind them were gradually covered by the heavy snow, and finally there was no trace......

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On the day of the heavy snow solar term in the thirteenth year of the Middle Yuan Dynasty, Pingcheng, the largest county seat in Jiangyang County, ushered in the first snow of this winter. The fine and sparse snow flakes are fluttering and sprinkling, like flying in spring and falling in summer, dancing in the air, sometimes blown by the cold wind.

From a distance, the white walls of Daiwa, which is unique to Heijo, are like a painting that has lost moisture, and it is dry all around, and a large area of the roof is covered with snow, which is only a thin layer of light white, which does not appear to be very thick, but it is enduring.

The eight-month drought in Dachen has made this southern city as dry and cold as the north, and the warm and delicate southern taste of the past is no longer there, let alone the poetic and picturesque "wet and shallow prints of green bricks and fine snow covered with moss".

On such a winter day, it is best to stay at home, light the red clay stove, warm a pot of green plum wine, boil wine and enjoy the snow, sit around the fireplace, and enjoy the unique comfort of winter.

However, in this winter, there are obviously fewer people in Pingcheng who enjoy the plum blossoms and snow, but there are many Han people who are in a hurry, holding hands on their shoulders, and going to and from the rice grain shop, running around for the food of the day.

These sad and sad figures make this winter even more bleak.

The snow is merciless, still falling in the wind, and I don't know the sorrows of the world. And a team of vigorously armed guards, escorting a magnificent four-horse chariot, passed through the north gate unhurriedly in this sparse and continuous fine snow, and marched along the widest stone road in the city in the direction of the south gate.

The pedestrians on the street are extremely sparse, and this team of carriages and horses is extraordinary at a glance, and the pedestrians who dare to look at it more carefully avoid the side, and this wide stone road is also more empty.

Ah Duxun sat on the small couch, peeked at the silent street outside the car window, puffed out his cheeks, and then fanned a small bamboo fan in his hand in a dejected manner, fanning the fire in the small stove a little more, and turning the bull's eyes upwards one by one.

This has already entered the city, and he can get to Da Langjun's residence without walking two sticks of incense, but his family Langjun must cook a new pot of tea.

Pure blind tossing, net will rub their own little guy!

Ah Du easily rolled his eyes, and then reluctantly went to see the fire, and his heart was extremely sad.

Follow his family Langjun, reward the silver is something that is not expected, the daily work is not finished, and he is often half killed by his family Langjun. It's really not easy to think of him as a little guy and live under Xue Erlang's lewdness/authority.

At this moment, Xue Erlang Xue Yunheng, who had just finished bullying his own little guy and was refreshed, was idly supporting his left elbow on his knee, supporting half of his chin, and his quiet phoenix eyes were slightly constricted, looking at a letter in his hand.

He's been in this position for a while.

The letterhead in his hand is just a very ordinary rough paper, the paper is yellowed in white, the workmanship is rough, and the raised particles on the page sometimes cross the fingertips, which is uncomfortable to stroke.

However, it was such a crude letterhead, but Xue Yunheng seemed to be extremely precious, staring at the letter for a long time, as if he was stupid.

In fact, he had already memorized the contents of this letter. However, he still kept his eyes on the page, as if he had developed a keen interest in the writer's scrawny handwriting.

This letter was received by Xue Yunheng when he was in Dadu a month ago.

Zhou Kun, who delivered the letter, rode back to Dadu on a fast horse from Shangjing and handed over the letter to him with his own hands.

According to Zhou Kun, this letter was given by the owner of the Yuanlou, indicating that he should "quickly transfer it to Xue Erlang", and specifically stated that this letter was "given by Mr. Tanglin".

Xue Yunheng stared at this sudden gift, and the light and shadow in his quiet eyes were silent, as if there were no waves.

This gift still adheres to the old style of Tanglinye, the words are coarse, the meaning is concise, and only the cross is written in the letter, which says: "Zhou, Du, Feng, Shi, etc., can be given to Huang Baipi." ”

Other than that, there is no half-sentence.

Admittedly, there really is no need for prompting. For the evil meaning contained in this letter can be exhausted only by this cross.

Even though this malice was not aimed at the Xue family, at the beginning of receiving the letter, Xue Yunheng was still a little uncomfortable.

Mr. Tanglin's several gifts have always been neutral and peaceful, and the direction for the future is also very clear. But the meaning of this letter is extremely strange.

It was because he was a little puzzled by the strangeness of this letter that Xue Yunheng finally decided to leave Dadu and come to Pingcheng to join Xue Yunyan.

It just so happened that the case of Zhantian's recollection was about to come to an end, and Xue Yunheng put no less effort into this case than Xue Yunyan, and he had planned to come a long time ago, but now it was only a few months in advance.

As soon as he thought of this, Cen Lin in Xue Yunheng's phoenix eyes became cold, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly.

The Zhantian revenge case itself is not complicated, he expected it long ago, he knew clearly early on that there must be a big man behind this case, but the only thing he didn't expect was that the timing of this case was so coincidental.

Even Xue Yunyan was a little reluctant, which shows the delicate nature of this timing.