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Chapter 162: Dead! Li Hanyu's gaze shot over, and the painter felt his hairs stand on end.

"Back to the emperor, the minions may know who this woodfinch is." He stubbornly said that if he didn't have it, he would be dead.

Li Hanyu's eyes were cold, "Who is it?" ”

The painter walked closer, bowed his head, and said worriedly, "The slave remembers that the granddaughter of the Lin family is called Lin Que, and the Lin family was full of beheadings, and Lin Que and the second daughter of a clan escaped, and the slave thought, is the forest bird that the emperor said this forest sparrow... The servant was also called into the mansion by Imperial Physician Lin to paint a portrait of Mrs. Lin, so I remember..."

Lin family!

Li Hanyu stood up suddenly, and even the green tendons in his temples were revealed.

That Lynarrow had heard his father's dictation back then, and even if she stood up and said it now, it wouldn't have much impact, but he couldn't tolerate this kind of dissenting remarks.

Lin Que has already colluded with Li Yiyan in private, and no one can stay, and now there is another suspicion of the Lin family, and he doesn't want her to live longer for a day.

The chief eunuch saw that he was busy persuading, "Your Majesty, if you can't bear it, you will make a big plan, that is, you know that Lin Shufei... The identity of the remnant of the Lin family should be kept alive and monitored, to see if she wants to use methods to harm the emperor, so as to prevent trouble. ”

Li Hanyu snorted coldly, "It's still up to you, don't I know?" ”

The chief eunuch sneered.

Li Hanyu said to the painter: "You go down first, and after verification, I will be rewarded, but..."

As soon as he spoke, he immediately changed from indifferent to raised eyebrows, "If you talk too much somewhere, you may not be able to enjoy this gold and silver." ”

The painter suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, nodded again and again, and walked backwards out of the Qinzheng Palace.

The chief eunuch also went down to hold a reception banquet, and Li Hanyu spread out the rice paper on the dragon case, and wrote a big word with a pen.

Die.

Playing with him one after another, and coveting his throne.

He wanted Li Yiyan to die without a place to be buried, so that he could eliminate his anger.

The rain was infected with the wind and cold, and her body was repeatedly hot, and she wanted to eat seafood.

When the noon sun was high, Fu'er drove the Fuzhong carriage to the fishing village at the foot of the mountain.

There are several mountains around the capital, but there is a fishing village in this place, no, among the several fishing villages, the fish in this village are caught from the sea.

The village was connected to a tributary of the sea, and he could see the vast blue water from the high hill, almost merging with the sky.

There were seven or eight people walking back and forth on the way from the beach to the fishmonger's house, and on the ferry stood a man in black, who looked a little familiar.

At this time, two more men in black walked to the ferry, and the man turned around.

"Brother Ji!" Fu'er recognized the person at once, jumping and waving her hand.

On the ferry, Monsoon heard someone shouting and followed the sound to look over, and saw Fu'er frowning slightly from a distance.

"You take people to continue to search, and don't let go of any suspicious places." He said, walking down the ferry.

In the distance, Fu'er also ran this way, and the two soon met.

"Brother Ji, why are you here?" Fu'er asked first, and then said, "Yu'er wants to eat clam shells, I'll come and buy some." ”

Remembering that Fu'er had been captured by the priest as a sacrifice and had a shadow in his heart, Monsoon called it "confidential", "Naturally, there is something important to do, you don't need to know, go to the fisherman's house and buy something and go home." ”

Fu'er nodded and didn't ask any more.

Monsoon continued: "When I went to the house on the mountainside, I saw his family rowing ashore and catching a lot of fish and clam shells. ”

"Then I'll go." Fu'er nodded again, turned back to the path, and trotted down the mountainside.

Ji Feng groaned slightly, afraid that the priest disciple was really here, and when he met Fu'er and recognized him, he was about to follow, and a guard walked over quickly, and said, "Ji Guard, I found a wooden cage, which is in the hunting trap in the woods over there, it seems to have been used, there are blood stains on it, the carving is fine, and there are charms engraved on it. ”

"Did you find anyone suspicious?" Ji Feng turned his head, surprised in his heart, and said that the news that he suspected that the sacrificial location was in the coastal fishing village was sent out of the palace by Sui Qing, and the master (Ning Yunxiao) came up with it, although he respected the master, he thought that he could find the priest disciple here, no, even the chance of a clue was very small.

didn't expect that it would overturn his thoughts in just a few hours.

"Take me there." He said, not waiting for the guard to answer.

"I didn't see anyone appearing, but Guard Shao came with the green wolf, and I believe that I will be able to chase after the smell soon." The guards returned the way, leading the monsoon to another path leading to the woods.

Fu'er quickly ran to the fisherman's house on the hill, with nets on the wooden fence, a dozen crucian carp hanging in the yard, and a large pile of clams in the center.

"Anyone?" He stood outside and shouted.

There was no one in the yard, no one in the house, and after waiting for a while, no one came out.

"Let's go look elsewhere." He whispered that he was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a "bang" sound.

Then a gust of wind blew.

The hair on his forehead was blown by the wind, and at the same time, a fishy smell filled the tip of his nose.

Fu'er hadn't learned to smell blood from the wind like the monsoon, and the fishy smell he smelled now was just fishy, but he subconsciously felt that he should go in and take a look, and his heart was beating wildly, and the muscles in his whole body were also tense.

Fu'er stepped over the fence lightly and touched the west side of the house.

"Let go of me!"

This time, the wind brought over the sound of low talking, and the faint sound of fists falling on the body.

Sure enough, something is wrong!

Fu'er became more and more cautious, lowered her body, paused against the wall, and poked her head out to look over.

About a dozen meters away, a pile of clam shells was scattered under the shelf, and a few steps away, three tall men gathered together, tied up a boy in coarse cloth clothes, and gagged him.

The boy is about eleven or twelve years old, and he may be smaller because he can't see clearly.

Is it a child of this family? Where's the adult?

Who are these men? **Local ruffian? **Hatchet man? Or are they bandits?

Fu'er's eyebrows furrowed into a small "mountain" character.

What now? Do you jump out to stop it, or turn back and call Brother Ji?

The boy writhed and struggled, and a man raised his hand and slapped him.

Syllable!

"Stay good for Lao Tzu." He said viciously.

The boy's cheeks quickly became red and swollen after being beaten, and he didn't dare to struggle anymore.

Seeing this, Fu'er pursed her lips and slowly put down her hand to support the wall.

There are three people on the other side, and if they go out alone, they will be arrested together, and if they are broken, they will be wiped on their necks!

Let's call Brother Ji to come and take a look!

He thought in his heart, he had already retracted his head and turned sideways, but he heard a man raise his voice and say, "Lord Priest, it is better to pick his hamstrings if he runs away three times and twice!" ”

"No, the next sacrifice is coming, and his blood can't be wasted." Someone replied, accompanied by the sound of Suoso's footsteps.

Fu'er was stunned, and turned around sharply to look again.

At this glance, he was like being clicked on the acupoint, his whole body was completely frozen, and the blood in his whole body was flowing backwards.

A man dressed in a Tibetan priest's costume walked down the road that connected the courtyard behind the fisherman's house, followed by several guards.

It's him!

It turned out to be a priest disciple!

Almost instantly, Fu'er's breathing came to an abrupt halt, and a look of panic flooded her face and eyes.

"Take it back and take strict care, but the emperor has to come and see it in person." The priest disciple said that with a bit of superiority, he had just received the news that Li Hanyu was going to watch the next sacrifice, which made him excited, and when the master was a priest, there were more than a dozen large and small sacrifices, but Li Hanyu never came.

It must be that he is valued more highly than his master.

Thinking so, he turned around and walked down the path through the woods.

Three men answered, two of them half-dragging the boy away.

Fu'er was stunned for a while, and involuntarily stepped out, only to see that the priest disciple had already led people out of the backyard of the fisherman's house, the fence was obliquely inserted on the ground, and several shelves for drying fish were crooked.

To chase or not to chase?

Fu'er was afraid, he was imprisoned for half a year, just like a brute, he was still a child, and he would have gone crazy if he was so old.

But he trembled uncontrollably, and the hatred in his heart quickly filled his eyes after seeing the priest disciples, and even red eyes—the whites of his eyes crawled bloodshot.

The priest disciple must not be allowed to leave like this, this is his chance for revenge!

After hesitating for a while, the priest disciple and the others had already gone up a small slope.

Fu'er clenched her fists and was about to take a step, when the boy in front of her turned his head as if he had a sense. The two were so far away that he couldn't even see his facial features clearly, but he felt that he could see the meaning of asking for help in the boy's eyes.

The psychology that was still a little hesitant disappeared, he lowered his body slightly, his movements were light and sensitive, and he secretly followed...

And after that, half an hour had not passed, and more than a dozen guards including Monsoon had also arrived here.

When they got closer, everyone sensed that something was wrong.

"It smells of blood." Monsoon said, and before he could finish speaking, the two wolves had already rushed out, crossed the fence, and went straight to the house.

They opened the hidden door with their paws and whimpered and entered.

The guards immediately followed over the fence and stood by the door.

In the room, a couple fell to the ground, their chests and backs covered in wounds, and blood flowed all over the floor, giving the illusion that blood was pouring on their bodies and dripping to the ground.

Escort Shao went in to check, probed the couple's snort, felt their pulse, and shook his head, "No, it's been dead for about half an hour, obviously, the knife, and from the wound, it seems that it is a person who practices martial arts, but the martial arts are not high, and there are two places on the knife on the man's body that are cut off, and it is obvious that he has avoided it." ”

Ji Feng frowned, "Guard Shao, can the little wolf tell the smell of these people, I just let Fu'er come over, and now I don't see anyone else." ”

The fisherman's house originally smelled of blood, and there were many people who came to buy and sell fish and shrimp, and the person was also fishy when he left, and although the wolf's nose was sensitive, far beyond the human sense of smell, it was difficult to tell which way the person went from.

It was also the little wolf who smelled the blood on the other side of the cage and led everyone over.

Guard Shao nodded and asked, "Yes, do you have Fu'er's belongings?" ”

At this time, a guard outside checked the west side of the room and said loudly, "Guard Ji, there are traces of a fight here." ”

When Monsoon heard this, he immediately walked over to look at it.

Shao's guards also came out of the house, and the green wolf and the little wolf ran past him to smell the shelves and clams that had been knocked down.

He looked around and found nothing useful.

Ji Feng's heart is more and more worried about Fu'er, he knew that he would take him with him, and now he will not even see a figure.

He doesn't have anything on him, so could he go back to the house and get clothes for the little wolf to smell?

As he was in trouble, something suddenly came into view by the fence, and he stared.