Yang Muyun sat behind Yuan Qi'er, holding on to the saddle tightly, for fear of touching Yuan Qi'er's body.

Yuan Qi'er had a strange feeling in her heart, she was born in the Mongolian aristocracy, and women were just playthings to her father and brother, which was why she was reluctant to show her face as a woman. She is a strong person, with the ambition to do something like a man, and she doesn't want to be like other women like a caged bird to be locked in a man's tent forever. But Yang Muyun is an outlier, he respects women, and does not regard women as his accessories like other men, and women who have been married to him can still pursue their own ideas as before. If you live with such a man, it should be a woman's luck, thinking of this, Yuan Qi'er's face flushed slightly, she never thought of marrying a man, as soon as Eji mentioned the matter of marrying to herself, she would naturally cover her ears, and then hide away. But now, her wandering mind suddenly had a sense of finding a home, and this feeling came from the man behind her.

Yang Muyun didn't know that Yuan Qi'er had turned so many thoughts in his heart, and in his heart, he only wanted to send this Mongolian county lord back to the grassland earlier, and then return to the capital, and never have any intersection with her again.

The two of them were thinking about their own thoughts, and neither of them spoke when they rode together.

Suddenly, when they reached the corner of a hill in front of them, the horse raised its front hooves, neighed with a long "sigh and rhythm", and did not move forward.

"There must be something going on in front of you," this was Yang Muyun's instinctive first feeling, he jumped off the horse and gestured to Yuan Qi'er, "You stay on the horse first, I'll go over and take a look." ”

"You be careful," Yuan Qi'er instructed, stretched out his hand, took out a slightly curved saber in the backpack under the saddle and handed it to Yang Muyun, "Take it, call me as soon as you see something wrong." ”

Yang Muyun snorted, took the knife in her hand, and the next words moved her greatly, "Your body has not recovered yet, if there is anything abnormal, I will warn you, you just leave quickly, leave me alone." As he spoke, he walked forward with his knife in hand.

"Hey......" Yuan Qi'er opened her mouth, and wanted to say something more, but she couldn't say it, and gently shook the reins in her hand, and rode her horse to follow quietly.

Yang Muyun cautiously came to the corner of the mountain, his whole body was full of strength, and he took a vigilant step forward. Yuan Qi'er's heart behind him also hung up, and seeing Yang Muyun's figure turn the corner of the mountain, he let out a soft snort, and then retreated, staring ahead with wide eyes.

"Chok" Yuan Qi'er pulled out the double swords hidden under the saddle, like a flying swallow leaping down from the horse, and ran towards Yang Muyun. The person who makes the sword in the Mongolian steppe is very rare, and the sloppy Taoist who passed on her martial arts was born in Wudang, and the swordsmanship is her strength, and the double sword swordsmanship is tailor-made for her.

"What's wrong? What happened? Yuan Qi'er came to Yang Muyun's side in a few steps, holding dual swords in front of him.

"Look" Yang Muyun pointed obliquely at the blade, and there were several corpses lying in front of him, and bursts of bloody air rushed to his face.

Yang Muyun stepped forward with a solemn face, took a closer look, frowned, and shook his head slowly.

"What do you see?" Yuan Qi'er came to him, glanced at the dead body on the ground and asked.

"This should be two groups of people meeting here," Yang Muyun muttered, "Suddenly one person was killed in the oblique stab, and they all were killed." ”

"How do you know it's a man?" Yuan Qi'er glanced at him and said.

Yang Muyun pointed at the wound on the corpse with the tip of his knife, "You see, these people were all killed by a sharp weapon, and the length and width of the wounds are very similar, so they should be done by one person." After a pause, he said, "The blood on the wound is not congealed, and it is obvious that their death will not last more than a cup of tea." ”

Yuan Qi'er looked at the ground around her and couldn't help frowning slightly, "There are no traces of violent fights around, it seems that they were all killed by someone with one move." ”

Yang Muyun took a light breath, his face changed color slightly, "Judging from the figure of these people, they are all burly and strong, and they have calluses on their hands, at first glance, they are masters of swords and swords all year round, and they were killed by someone with one move, which shows how amazing this person's martial arts are!" ”

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and something seemed to dance in the hand of a man on the ground.

Yang Muyun's heart moved, he stepped forward quickly, reached out and picked up the thing in the man's hand, which turned out to be a ball of paper. Unfold it and look at it, it is full of handwriting. He glanced at it slightly, but his brows were deeply furrowed, the font on it was square, similar to Chinese characters, but there were many strokes, which were familiar at first glance, but he didn't know anything when he looked closely.

"What's written on it?" Yuan Qi'er stepped forward and asked.

"Look......" Yang Muyun handed the piece of paper full of words like heavenly books to Yuan Qi'er, "Is this your Mongolian character?" ”

"How can we write Mongolian characters so squarely?" Yuan Qi'er didn't know it when she saw it, and couldn't help but glance at him, "This can't be the ancient characters on your Han classics, right?" Don't you recognize a scholar like you? ”

"This is by no means a Chinese character." Yang Muyun said categorically, looked at the corpse on the ground, and saw him lying on the ground, holding the arm of the paper and stretching it forward, and couldn't help but say: "And this paper is not his, it is very likely that he ripped it off the murderer before his death, and the murderer failed to find out, so he left this clue." ”

"Then this is not a Chinese character, what kind of character can it be?" Yuan Qi'er saw that every word on the paper was extremely complicated, and it would take a lot of effort just to write.

"This can only be asked by the murderer himself." Yang Muyun's gaze looked into the distance.

"Why did he kill them all?" Yuan Qi'er asked again.

"They must have something on them that the murderer wants," Yang Muyun sighed, "but they couldn't protect this thing, so they died here." ”

"So many people have died for one thing, that thing must not be an ordinary thing," Yuan Qi'er glanced at him, "Are you interested in tracking down?" ”

"My official waist card has been touched away, how can I manage this kind of thing," Yang Muyun smiled bitterly and glanced at Yuan Qi'er beside him, "What's more, I still have you by my side, and I am really powerless." ”

"Is my existence a problem in your mind?" Yuan Qi'er's eyes narrowed slightly.

Yang Muyun didn't speak, he reached out and lifted the legs of a corpse and dragged it into a deep ditch on the side of the road.

"What are you doing here?" Yuan Qi'er asked.

"Although I can't help them catch the murderer, I can't watch them expose their corpses in the wilderness," Yang Muyun said lightly: "Burying them simply on the side of the road is the only thing I can do." ”

......

On the side of the road at the corner of the mountain, there was a ready-made deep ditch, into which all the bodies were dragged and covered with a layer of earth. Fortunately, the soil is soft after the rain, and it is not difficult to dig with a knife.

Yang Muyun inserted a wooden stake on it as a marker, Yuan Qi'er took out a light blue silk handkerchief embroidered with a pair of larks, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and smiled at him: "It seems that you still need me to help you with this big trouble, don't you?" As he spoke, he handed the silk handkerchief over, "You also wipe your sweat, right?" ”

Yang Muyun glanced at her and didn't pick it up. Yuan Qi'er smiled, stepped forward to pick up the silk handkerchief and was about to wipe it off his cheek......

"I'll come by myself, I'll ......come by myself," Yang Muyun said busily, covering his cheek with one hand, taking a silk handkerchief with the other, and touching Yuan Qi'er's slippery fingers, he took a step back like an electric shock.

"Cheap bones," Yuan Qi'er looked at his embarrassed appearance and smiled secretly in her heart, "If you don't go, I'll be in trouble, I'll entangle you even if it's a trouble, you don't think of my palm." ”

Yang Muyun took the silk handkerchief and wiped the sweat on his face casually, smiled at Yuan Qi'er with an embarrassed face, and was about to hand it back to her.

"You keep it, maybe you'll use it next time," Yuan Qi'er's eyes fluttered, and the corners of her lips turned up slightly, "You have to put it away, maybe I'll ask you to go back one day." ”

Yang Muyun's smile was a little bitter, so he had to put the handkerchief into his arms.

Yuan Qi'er's smile became even sweeter, and when he saw that he folded the piece of paper full of heavenly books and put it into his arms, he couldn't help asking: "Aren't you going to take care of this matter, why don't you throw this paper away?" ”

"I'm just curious, what exactly is the word on it?" Yang Muyun said: "Although I don't know it, someone must know. ”

"Sometimes your curiosity can kill you." Yuan Qi'er looked at the soil covering the corpse, dropped such a sentence to Yang Muyun, and turned around and got on the horse.

Yang Muyun was stunned, the horse kicked the horse's hooves and came to him, Yuan Qi'er glanced at him, "Haven't you come up yet, why are you in a daze?" He hurriedly got into the saddle.

"If you can't sit still, you can hold me, I won't annoy you." Yuan Qi'er said softly.

Yang Muyun wen

Hearing the shock, her ass moved back, and instead moved farther away from her.

A smile curled up at the corner of Yuan Qi'er's lips, and she suddenly found that teasing Yang Muyun was a very fun thing. Women are usually afraid of men molesting themselves, but Yang Muyun is the opposite, for fear that he will be molested by women.

"Miss Suyue, you can add some more money," a fat man wearing a tuanhua collar's coat and a folded gauze scarf chased after a girl who was about fifteen or sixteen years old, wearing a goose-yellow floor-length skirt, and had an elegant appearance, "My courtyard is two into seven, and the location is not bad, just three hundred taels of silver, this ...... That's too little. ”

"Boss Tong," Su Yue's pretty face was not moved at all, and her teeth opened lightly, "Boss Ding of the Silk Village of the West Fourth Archway has a larger courtyard on Gulou Street in Jintaifang than yours, and my young lady only gave him two hundred and eighty taels of silver. Boss Tong, you also have business dealings with our Zhou family, and the three hundred taels of silver are actually not low. The words were soft and hard, but the fat man was noisy, Su Yue couldn't help but cold her face, and turned around, "Three hundred taels of silver, I won't add any more points, Boss Tong, okay, you can give a happy word." If not, I'll leave now, anyway, you're not the only one selling houses in the capital now. "When he really opens his slender legs, he will step out of the threshold.

"Miss Suyue," Boss Tong hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her sleeve, "There is something to say, there is something to say, why are you angry?" ”

Su Yue frowned and looked at his hand pulling his sleeve, Boss Tong hurriedly let go of his hand and took a step back, squeezed a smile and said, "Do you think this will work, add another twenty taels, and it will be my travel fee back to my hometown......"

Su Yue's Xiao Yao snorted lightly in her nose, raised her legs and left, without hesitation.

"Miss Suyue" Boss Tong stopped her in a long voice, and the fat on her face couldn't help shaking, "Three hundred taels is three hundred taels, I will sign the document now, and hand it over to the girl along with the deed." ”

......

Su Yue walked out of the courtyard of Boss Tong's house with a proud face and got into a carriage at the mouth of the alley.

"Miss," Su Yue put Boss Tong's house sale paperwork and the deed on the small table in front of Zhou Mengnan as soon as she got into the carriage, "I only used three hundred taels of silver to buy Tong Fatzi's two-room courtyard, how about it?" Saying that, he glanced at Ning Xin next to him as if provocatively, and the following words seemed to say that I am very powerful.

"Three hundred taels of silver bought a set of two into seven courtyards," Ning Xin met Su Yue's provocative gaze and smiled leisurely, "Admire and admire," the words then turned, "Do you know the Feihongju on West Chang'an Street in Yongfang, Dashi?" ”

"Of course, it's a three-story restaurant, and it's counted on the entire West Chang'an Avenue," Su Yue looked at her with wide eyes, "Did you take it down?" Tell me, how many taels of silver did you use? ”

Ning Xin stretched out five fingers.

"Five thousand taels?"

"No, it's five hundred taels." Ning Xin raised her slender chin proudly.

"How so?" Su Yue said in surprise: "Is that Boss Huang with pockmarks on his face crazy?" Such a large restaurant will be sold to you for 500 taels, which is cheaper than grabbing, tell me quickly, what method did you use? ”

"I said that my lord is a foreigner in the Arsenal of the Ministry of War, and he is in charge of arms and equipment," Ning Xin said: "I scared the yellow poach, saying that the arms and equipment in the old man's yamen have gone south with the army of the Beijing camp, and even the yamen of the military department has to move back to the southern capital with the emperor. ”

Zhou Mengnan put down the scroll in his hand very elegantly, didn't look at the documents and deeds on the table, just glanced at them, "Two little hooves, your heart is darker than me." ”

"Thank you, Miss, for the compliment." Su Yue and Ning Xin gave a blessing to the young lady with a smile on their faces.

Zhou Mengnan sighed slightly, frowning slightly, not looking happy at all.

"Is it the maid who did something wrong?" Su Yue asked with some apprehension.

"Xianggong hasn't had any news yet," Zhou Mengnan looked out the window, "I don't know what happened to him now?" ”