Wen Qingwu turned her head in a daze and looked at Jiu Mu blankly.

Jiu Mu turned his head and didn't look at Wen Qingwu's face. He straddled the medical box on his body: "No matter what you think now, you have entered the palace." ”

As he spoke, he opened his mouth as if he had thought of something, and his lips trembled a little. In the end, nothing was said. turned around and strode towards the door, and suddenly stepped out, so frightened that Liu Ye, who was waiting outside with tea, shivered, and almost didn't spill the tea.

Jiu Mu stopped and looked at the willow leaves. Liu Ye shrank his neck, and his cold gaze turned from Liu Ye to the house, looking straight at Wen Qingwu.

"Anyway, when you made that choice, I said that I would never forgive you in this life." With that, strode away.

Wen Qingwu felt dizzy.

I don't have the heart to think about the last sentence about Jiumu.

The sentence has been lingering in my mind: You said, you must kill Li Min with your own hands

Ruyoshi next to him trembled and got up, and his legs were a little weak after crawling a few times, so he could hold on to the table and stand up. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and he really wished he had fainted in the morning and not heard anything.

No, he would rather never make such an oath and die by himself than punish the Nine Clans

"Lord, master," he said, hesitantly.

When Wen Qingwu heard this, he turned his head indifferently, and his eyes fell on Liuji. Shaking his head dumbfoundedly: "Don't ask me, I don't know anything." ”

"That's that"

"Are you afraid?" The more flustered Wen Qingwu was, the more impassive his face became. Now he quickly got the look on his face.

In Wen Qingwu's indifferent gaze, Liuji was no longer so flustered. Now that he thinks about it, he replied firmly: "Everything is up to the master."

Slaves and maids, there are no nine clans to be involved, and they can't take their own lives. ”

Wen Qingwu frowned and gently rubbed his head.

Is

Qingyulou is one of the most famous restaurants in the pickaxe capital, and the servants in it are also famous in the pickaxe capital. The seats are reserved every day, and if you want a café, you have to book half a month in advance.

At this time, it was past noon, and the Qingyu Building was even more crowded. The babbling sound of the people in the building went straight through the alleyway. Those who have no money and no power can't help but stop and listen to this song.

The crooked neck willow outside the building seemed to be crooked by the endless stream of pedestrians coming and going.

Si Mu stood outside the Qingyu Building, his brows furrowed. He took over this case for almost half a month, and there was no progress in investigating it from several other clues.

I thought that my identity was here, and I came to this Qingyulou to investigate for fear of startling the grass and snakes, but now I must ask.

Fortunately, I got a seat half a month in advance, otherwise I really wouldn't have a place now.

Si Mu slapped the folding fan in his hand, straightened his clothes, and walked in.

The shopkeeper who was standing at the door had already seen Si Mu who had been standing outside the building, which looked so good, Peugeot was not good. Who doesn't look at it twice?

Seeing Si Mu walk in, Xiao Er hurriedly greeted him out, with a sneer: "Ouch, this Lang Jun is handsome, don't want it!" Do you drink or listen to music? Can you book a private room? ”

"It's set, one in the West Wing." Si Mu slapped the jade pendant on his waist with a folding fan, and his eyes swept over the lobby.

"One room in the West Wing, come, please come here!" The shopkeeper was extremely attentive, bent down to lead Si Mu upstairs, and asked while going upstairs, "How many guest officers are there?" ”

"I'm the only one." Si Mu replied, but his eyes were looking into the lobby. Although there are singers in the lobby of Qingyulou, there is no open sitting, only a private room.

There are not many Taishi chairs in the guest hall, but they are not individually set up, and they are all set up for people in the private room.

Therefore, even though Si Mu swept through the lobby, except for a few people who came out of the private room, it was the shopkeeper who was carrying a plate back and forth. Si Mu looked at the servant in the lobby.

When the shopkeeper who led Si Mu heard that there was only one person, he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Si Mu in surprise, only to see him staring intently at the servant in the lobby.

The shopkeeper smiled clearly: "Lang Jun has chosen a good private room, the West Wing is in that corner, and the sound of singing in the lobby is so loud that you can't hear anything." "The general is still wondering, how to choose a corner of the West Wing, so it is.

Si Mu turned his head to look at the shopkeeper. I saw the shopkeeper smiling lewdly at him, looking like I understand, I understand, I understand, I understand.

Si Mu suddenly realized that the famous servants of this Qingyu Building are not only singing in the lobby, but also singing and dancing in the private room. From the outside, it looks like there is no transaction in the tick bar, and it cannot be said that there is.

After all, a servant is not the same as a prostitute.

While speaking, the two of them had already walked to the door of the private room, and Xiao Er bent down with a smile and pushed open the door of the private room: "Okay, Lang Jun, please come inside." ”

Looking at the back of Si Mu walking in, Xiao Er sighed for a while. I don't know which sister is so lucky, it's really lucky to meet such a handsome gentleman!

Si Mu ordered a few signature dishes from Qingyulou, poured a pot of wine, and stood behind the window curtain of the private room and looked downstairs. Holding a pot in one hand and a white jade cup in the other, he looked at the servant dancing with his sleeves below.

Si Mu's ears moved, and then footsteps sounded outside the room.

There was a knock on the door: "Guest officer, the servant you asked for was brought." The shopkeeper's flattering voice sounded.

Si Mu turned around and walked to the table and sat down, putting down the wine jug in his hand: "Come in." ”

There was a creak of pushing the door, and the shopkeeper winked at the servant together, full of hints: "Sister Yuan, you have to remember the little one, all the good things are for you." After saying that, he smiled evilly and walked away.

The servant poked his head curiously and saw Si Mu sitting in the room. His eyes lit up, and he walked in gracefully with a zither in one hand, and his plump body was twisted with flowers: "I've seen Lang Jun." ”

Si Mu didn't respond, and gestured at the desk to please.

The servant walked to the desk, put down the piano in his hand, sat upright and looked at Si Mu and said softly, "I don't know what song Lang Jun wants to hear?" ”

"I'm from Jiaodong, so you can play two Jiaodong tunes." Si Mu thought about it and said casually.

When he heard that he was from Jiaodong, he pretended to be surprised: "Lang Jun is also from Jiaodong?" ”

In their line of work, there will always be many ways to find a way to get close. From hometown to subordination and even name, they can find a common language in every possible way.

"What, the girl is also from Jiaodong?" Si Mu looked at the servant in surprise.

"Where do I have such a great blessing, and I am a fellow villager with Lang Jun." The servant smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "It's just that I have a few regular customers here these days, and they are also from Jiaodong." The servant said, pressing the strings.

Si Mu's heart sank, and he asked quietly on his face: "Jiaodong people do business, villagers are all over the world, and it is not surprising that there are in Kyoto. ”