Qiu Yue went to inquire that the broken bones that appeared in the dry well were crushed, and she just said that Song Fugui was dead.

Who let two months ago, the fourth lady of the Mu Mansion whipped Song Fugui on the big day, and also made trouble in Dali Temple, this matter even the three-year-old children in the city knew, this is not Song Fugui died, the sensation is enough to cover up the discovery in the dry well.

Mu Li sat in front of the window all afternoon, carefully wiping his horsewhip and saying nothing.

The matter of the dry well has not been spread, it must have been dealt with by the palace people, and I don't know if the Mu family's order to garrison the border pass will also be delayed?

After she was reborn, her trajectory changed significantly, Song Fugui was the last person to laugh in his previous life, but now he died easily, Mu Li only hated that he didn't kill him personally.

"Miss, Madame is not in a good mood, saying that she will not accompany you to dinner, the slave maid asked the kitchen to cook porridge for you, your body is not well yet, you have to eat lighter." Dewdrop walked in with porridge.

After Mu Li drank the porridge, she looked depressed, if she wanted to get out of the house tonight, I am afraid it would be very difficult, and she was still thinking about the poison she was fed by the Rakshasa Prince.

"Dewdrops."

"Miss."

Mu Li motioned for Dew to come over, and then commanded in her ear, Dew's eyes gradually widened, and she looked at Mu Li for a long time before saying, "Miss, that Song Fugui ......"

"It has nothing to do with Miss Ben, you are silent at this time, Qiu Yue is shocked and can't hide something, don't let her know."

"Miss, the slave understands."

So at night, Dew Drop slept on her bed instead of Mu Li, and Mu Li appeared in Caixiu Pavilion wearing men's clothes.

During the day, people went to the alleys of Nancheng to see the excitement, and at night, Caixiu Pavilion was still as lively, and Yingying Yanyan still maintained the dress of an assassin during the day, which caused the novelty of customers, and the business was even better than before.

Mu Li gritted his teeth and looked at the door of Caixiu Pavilion, the business of the Rakshasa Hall was extremely widespread, but the main business was intelligence, and the source of intelligence was Caixiu Pavilion distributed throughout the country.

There were many men inside, and Mu Li hesitated at the door before walking in for a while.

"Yo, what a handsome boy."

As soon as Mu Li entered, the pungent incense powder hit, and there was a soft fragrance body in her arms, she retreated again and again, her white face was flushed, and she said in a thick voice: "How can you touch this son, call your top card." ”

"Childe is so angry."

"Childe, you see that the slave family is not bad, don't you want the slave family to serve you?"

"." Mu Li spilled the silver ticket, "What this son has is money, as long as the top card." ”

Mu Li is not short of things outside her body, and there are many people who come to Caixiu Pavilion to be either rich or expensive, but if she throws money at the door like this, she is wronged at first glance, and it is easy to cause public anger, but fortunately, the bustard came in time.

"Childe, it's not that the slave family doesn't let our Liu'er come out, it's really that Liu'er is sick, if it infects the child, it's not good, you see the goodness in our pavilion, Qing'er, and Xiang'er are all good, all of them are good......"

Mu Li interrupted the bustard's sales: "Okay, okay, call the room for my son, the more the better, and a dozen or so will not be a problem." ”

The old bustard was about to laugh a flower on his face, looked Mu Li up and down with shrewd eyes, and then pinched his throat and shouted: "I didn't expect you to be like you, Childe...... It's pretty powerful, yes, the people picked by the slave family, Bao Gongzi is satisfied. ”

The people in the lobby heard that Mu Li wanted more than a dozen girls, and they all sneered, Mu Li couldn't care about this, she entered the wing room, and the door was closed.

"Childe."

"Childe."

Hearing this soft voice, Mu Li had goosebumps all over her body, she sat on the stool with her legs raised, and pointed at the dozen girls with a fan: "You must not get close to this son, whoever is farthest away from this son will get the most silver taels." ”

"Childe, the slave family is the farthest."

"Childe, it's obviously a slave."

Mu Li fanned the fan, wanting to blow away the sweet and greasy smell of the air and powder: "Don't make any noise, do you know who this son is?" ”

"I don't know."

Mu Li raised his chin: "Hmph, my son is on an errand in Dali Temple, does Dali Temple know what place it is?" ”

A series of sycophants were heard.

"Childe is so powerful."

"I didn't expect the son to be so young, so handsome, and so powerful, which really makes the slave family like it."

Mu Li didn't know if her face was hot or ashamed, she continued to speak roughly: "My son is ...... in the alley of Nancheng today."

"Childe, the slave family knows that the slave family knows that there is a Song Fugui who died in the alley of Nancheng, I heard that it was dismantled."

"Yes, Childe, the slave family is so scared."

Mu Li was interrupted, and she straightened her face: "Shut up, listen to what this son says, whoever speaks again, this son will not reward the silver ticket." ”

After quieting down, there was only Mu Li's voice in the room: "It's true that Song Fugui is dead, who let him break through something that shouldn't be seen, tsk, do you know what it is?" ”

The warblers and swallows covered their mouths and shook their heads, and looked at Mu Li longingly with their watery eyes.

Mu Li lowered his voice: "In the alleys of Nancheng, there are several ghost houses, and under the ghost houses, there are countless corpses buried, and Song Fugui lives close to the ghost house, so ah...... This night, there were ghosts crying everywhere. ”

Mu Li deliberately used internal force to extinguish the fire candle in the wing, leaving only one, the whole wingroom became dim, the shadow became very large behind him, and with the shaking of the candle, the shadow also shook, and some people couldn't help screaming.

Mu Li continued: "Today, all the people from Dali Temple went out to dig up the corpses in those ghost houses, tsk, all of them were broken limbs and broken bones, and when my son was digging up the bones, there was a hand with only bones grabbing my son's legs. ”

"Ah...... Childe, the slave family doesn't listen, the slave family doesn't listen, it's terrible. ”

Mu Li stopped at the point, and the people in the palace wanted to suppress this matter, she had to make this matter as big as possible, she smiled and said, "Okay, let's light the candle." ”

When the whole wing room became transparent, those warblers and Yanyan were obviously frightened, and they boldly asked Mu Li, "Childe, is this true?" ”

"Of course it's true, can this son still lie to you, you're so scared." Mu Li smashed the fan into her hand, the fan closed, and she smiled like a fox, "That son said something easier, you know Lord Yu." ”

"I know, I know, Yu Wang Ye is really the first beautiful man, the slave family has seen it from afar, like a god in the nine heavens, elegant as bones, all the scenery between heaven and earth is eclipsed, if the slave family is fortunate to serve Yu Wangye, he is willing to die."

"It's a pity that Lord Yu is weak, but it doesn't matter, it's good to just look at it."

"Yes, yes, Childe, I didn't say that you are bad, Childe is also excellent."

Mu Li heard these women's praise of Lin Yunxiao, the goosebumps on her arms became heavier, and she knocked on the table with her fan: "My son tells you, don't think about Lord Yu, that person has broken sleeves." ”

"Huh? How so? ”

Mu Li raised her eyebrows: "Why not, does Lord Yu have a wife and concubine?" No, Yu Wangfu is a lonely old man in his house, will Yu Wang Ye go to Caixiu Pavilion? No, what's more, this Yu Wang Ye once harassed this son, and this son knew that he was a broken sleeve. ”