Chapter 142: Serial
Song Yisheng led the crowd to leave and sent people to find Yang Dehai as soon as possible.
"To live to see people, to die to see corpses." He said.
"And the eldest lady, quickly send someone to find the eldest lady and tell her what happened in the inn, don't say anything wrong."
Song Yisheng can only hope that Song Yijin will stay in the mansion honestly, and will not run around to meet any important people.
"Also, send someone to the mansion to take a look, the people from the Qingnuan Pavilion are still there." He said, turning back and asking, "Have the ironclad guards who were tracking the four men in black come back?" ”
Song Yisheng turned around, and saw a group of ironclad guards looking at him blankly, hurriedly bowing their heads, not knowing what to do at all.
The Iron Guard has been expanded before, but this time it can be said that it has suffered heavy losses, and there are only more than ten people left available, but with the loss of Yang Dehai, the matter that needs to be solved urgently is complicated.
Song Yisheng took a deep breath and looked up at the sky, and only after calming down his emotions did he personally point out the people and assign them one by one.
"Master Hou, there is news of Commander Yang!"
"Tell me!"
The only remaining ironclad guard rushed forward and told Song Yisheng the ins and outs of the matter.
"Sure enough, it's this Musheng." Song Yisheng smashed his fist against the wall, "I didn't expect her to have an accomplice." ”
Song Yisheng apparently regarded the person who killed the ironclad guard and took Yang Dehai away as Mu Sheng's "accomplice".
"Take me there." Song Yisheng came to the scene in person and saw the blood-stained portrait and the broken scroll.
"That's not right." Song Yisheng picked up the scroll, looked at the hole on the shaft, and frowned.
Such a crude method is not like what the remnants of the Liu family can do.
He examined the wounds on the corpse of the Ironclad, and the Ironguard's eyes widened in surprise.
Not frightened, but surprised.
"Tiny ...... Hairpin wounds! Song Yisheng stood up suddenly: "Go to the county government and arrest the eldest lady for me!" ”
Song Yisheng ordered, personally put away the scroll, and hurriedly urged the horse to the county office.
Unfortunately, when he arrived, he saw Song Yijin's back entering.
Song Yisheng didn't say a word, jumped off the horse and rushed into the county office.
The guards tried to stop them, but they were stopped by the ironclad guards.
Song Yijin heard the movement behind him, and when he turned around, he saw Song Yisheng rushing towards him with an angry face.
She was about to run subconsciously.
"Stop!" Song Yisheng grabbed Song Yijin's wrist with his big hand.
"What are you doing! Let me go! Song Yijin screamed, Cao Yu heard the voice, and his voice was gentle, "Qing'an Hou? ”
Song Yijin struggled, and when he heard Cao Yu's voice, he lowered his voice: "Let go of me, what are you going to do!" ”
"It's what you're going to do!" Song Yisheng gritted his teeth and roared: "What are you doing here, are you crazy?" ”
"It's clear that you're crazy." Song Yijin also grinds his teeth.
Of course, Cao Yu didn't hear the whispered exchange between his brother and sister, and he wouldn't listen either.
He deliberately took a few steps backwards and stood in front of the door without approaching, leaving room for the siblings.
"Qing'anhou, what's the matter, it's not too late for you to let go of Miss Song first."
Cao Yu's voice was warm and mellow, revealing a calm power, which made the angry Song Yijin restrain his anger like a spring breeze, and reluctantly whispered to Song Yisheng: "You let go of me first." ”
Song Yisheng didn't want to make a fuss in front of the public, so he let go and said, "Let's go back and talk." ”
"Okay, when I finish sending the formation map, it's not too late." Song Yijin raised his eyebrows proudly at his brother and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve.
Song Yisheng's eyes were straight, and he gritted his teeth and whispered: "You still want to hand it over to Cao Yu, what are you thinking about in your head!" ”
"Of course I'm not as good as you, even my own sister is calculating." Song Yijin also grinded his teeth, turned his head and left.
"Cao Gongzi, I drew another formation map, and I want to hand it over to ......" Song Yijin stepped forward with the formation map, but he didn't want Song Yishengwen to come to martial arts, so he strode forward and grabbed the drawing.
"Brother!" Song Yijin subconsciously screamed, and his voice was extremely harsh.
Cao Yuyang kept smiling excellently.
Only Qin Wujiang, who happened to bump into him, groaned exaggeratedly, and picked his ears impatiently: "It's too harsh, this is really, with and without a mask, you can be two people." ”
Qin Wujiang entered the door with a smile, and Commander Zhou, who was traveling with him, opened his mouth: "Old Zhou thinks she ......"
"Hey, Commander Zhou, this Miss Song's Mu Sheng was appointed by His Majesty, absolutely not, and there can't be a mistake, otherwise, isn't it a big crime to bully the king." Qin Wujiang waved his hand to Lao Zhou.
Such a big crime can't be convicted in the small county town of Qing'an.
If it is decided, it will also be judged by the Jinluan Palace in Chang'an, and it will be judged well.
Old Zhou Mu opened his mouth suddenly, although he didn't quite understand what Qin Wujiang meant, but he still swallowed back the words.
Song Yijin gritted his teeth.
This Qin Wujiang just deliberately couldn't get along with her!
"Staff Officer Qin wants to be yin and yang, I will draw a formation map in front of you today, and I will be innocent." Song Yijin was proud.
What's the use of Song Yisheng snatching the formation map.
Can you snatch something from her head?
She delayed coming to the county office for so long just to keep the formation map firmly in her head.
Now it's time for her to raise her eyebrows.
"Oh? All right! Qin Wujiang looked surprised, squeezed Song Yisheng away, raised his hand and shouted: "Please!" ”
Song Yisheng is not a fool, listening to Song Yijin's bite about the formation diagram, he immediately unfolded the piece of paper in his hand.
The full version of the formation diagram jumped on the paper.
He was stunned for a moment.
How could it be......
How could there be anyone in the world who knew this formation better than him.
It's impossible!
How long has this set of formation maps been lost, how can anyone be able to perfect it to this point!
His hard work for so long can't withstand a few days of study by others?
Song Yisheng looked at the formation map, and it was really uncomfortable to be defeated by himself a few years later.
Before he came back to his senses, he heard Qin Wujiang shouting: "Cao Yu, what are you still doing, hurry up and prepare pen and ink for Miss Song!" ”
Cao Yu shook his head and smiled, also turned sideways, and bowed his head elegantly: "Miss Song, please." ”
Song Yijin curtsied and swaggered in.
"Master Hou?" The Iron Guard called.
Song Yisheng suddenly woke up, and when he rushed in, Song Yijin had already finished painting.
He stood there like a deflated ball.
Hit the trick again.
Serial meter, pit in pit.
Song Yisheng was hit by this series of incidents and almost lost his fighting spirit.
"Papapa" Qin Wujiang stroked his palm vigorously: "Miss Song is really a dragon and phoenix among people, a genius in the army!" ”
Song Yijin was so praised by him that he didn't react for a while.
Qin Wujiang smiled with white teeth: "Qin apologized to Miss Song, it turns out that Miss Song is the original of this formation map." ”
Song Yijin raised his chin and found that something seemed to be wrong.
"Qing'an Hou, Sister Ling is much more brilliant than you."
Song Yijin saw something for a while, and when he turned around in panic, he saw Song Yisheng's face like ashes, and his hands pressed on the table with a bang: "What do you mean!" ”
Qin Wujiang smiled even more happily: "It means that you are much stronger than your brother." ”
Song Yijin looked at Cao Yu, and saw that the man who had always been personable glanced at Song Yisheng with a little dissatisfaction, and only said, "It's time to go." ”