Wei Hou met with the North Garden, Mo Qian spent a moment passing through the main road, and when he arrived at the North Garden, he saw two servants looking at the garden gate.

Mo Qian hurriedly stepped forward and asked, "Where is Master Hou now?"

"Inside, fast forward!"

Mo Qian listened, hurriedly went, there was no obstruction along the way, obviously he was ordered by the Marquis of Wei, not to be stopped, entered the main hall, there were several copper basins in the burning charcoal, a burst of warmth hit, Mo Qian couldn't help but feel comfortable.

But at this time, Wei Hou was in front, Mo Qian didn't dare to enjoy it, walked over quickly, hurriedly knelt in front, bowed, and opened his mouth to thunder: "Master Hou, Mr. Wen has suffered an accident!"

"What did you say?" Wei Hou, who was still drinking tea, suddenly stood up from his chair, and his voice shook the hall, but it startled Mo Qian, and he didn't have time to reply for a while.

It's just that in the blink of an eye, Wei Hou has calmed down, restrained his anger, there is no expression in his eyes, and his face is a little stiff and iron-blue.

"You make it clear. Wei Hou said, put the teacup on the table, the tea spilled out, he was very angry, this situation is a manifestation of anger in his heart, uncontrollable.

"Yes!" Mo Qian didn't know, and hurriedly responded.

"It was when we saw Wang Cunye look back, so we sent the mountain eagle ......" Mo Qian spoke fluently, and told Wei Hou about the cause and effect, together with Wang Cunye's review time, dragging the tiger, and the blood-colored rags that Xiao Shanying captured, and his own guesses.

Mo Qian felt that his body was gradually warming, but the more he spoke, the more fluent he became, but he didn't pay attention to the expressions of pity on the attendants around him.

On the high platform, Wei Hou was shocked and angry, but he almost fainted, and suddenly fell on the chair panting, and saw that Mo Qian was still talking, and couldn't help but feel a burst of anger from the bottom of his heart, stepped down, and kicked on the bridge of his nose: "Vertical!

I only heard Mo Qian's scream, and he fell out, fainted on the ground, blood spread out, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

When Wei Hou saw it, he couldn't help but get bored, "Carry it down!"

As soon as the words fell, someone carried them down, and the blood fell in the hall, Wei Hou didn't care at all, just thinking about Mr. Wen's affairs, leaning back on the chair with a pale face, and suddenly withered.

Grandmaster-level martial artists are not easy to find, for a long time, Mr. Wen has cooperated with the armor and heavy crossbows, and I don't know how many assassins and political enemies he has killed, but now he has fallen at this time, how is this good?

After a long time, Wei Hou came to his senses and drank: "Someone!"

Suddenly, four sword-wielding soldiers rushed in one by one, standing in front of the hall and waiting for orders, Wei Hou's eyes flashed faintly, obviously calming down: "Pass my order, immediately send internal guards to the mountain behind the cloud cliff to check." ”

Speaking of this, his tone became grim: "If you live to see people, you want to see corpses when you die, when you get the news, you will immediately report to Yu Gu!"

"Yes!" the guard immediately answered and went out to give the order.

Hou Ling is like a mountain, and in just a moment, thirty horses with his own soldiers galloped out of Hou's mansion and disappeared into the cold wind and snow.

At this time, Mo Qian was carried out, and when he arrived at the medical hall, he was no longer alive, and his body was cold.

The old man in the medical hall was helpless, so he still went up to check it, and said after a while: "The bridge of the nose is broken, and the bone spur pierces the inner brain. ”

The two pro-soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, they can't help but be gloomy for a while, they haven't killed anyone, but this kind of killing because the Lord is in a bad mood...... Nearest the king nearest the gallows......

Both pro-soldiers forbade themselves to think about it, and it would be very dangerous to think about it any further.

"He is the son of Tsing Yi Pavilion, let Tsing Yi Pavilion deal with the aftermath!" said a pro-soldier, his voice was a little hoarse, obviously a little uneasy.

"Hmm. Another pro-soldier agreed, and with the help of a wooden plank, he carried Mo Qian's stiff corpse into a hall in Tsing Yi Pavilion.

At this time, a man in Tsing Yi walked out, but it was Li Bo, the deacon of Tsing Yi Pavilion.

It is said that Li Bo was flipping through the files presented by the various cabinets at this time, reading carefully, and at this moment, a fan ran out of breath and said: "The soldiers of the Wei Mansion carried a dead man over. ”

Li Bo was slightly startled and asked, "What did you say?"

"The soldiers of the Wei Mansion have brought a dead man over!" the man said again, and Li Boden was unhappy for a while, but his face remained calm, and he said, "I'll go and see." ”

I thought to myself: "When Tsing Yi Pavilion is a corpse field?", he had a gloomy face and walked up quickly.

When I stepped forward to take a look, I saw that the dead man's whole body was stiff and the bridge of his nose was collapsed, and he didn't care, but when he looked closely, he couldn't help but have a "boom" in his mind.

I saw that this person still had an expression of disbelief on his face, but it was his cousin Mo Qian!

When the soldiers saw this, they knew each other, and said, "Lord Deacon, you can bury him properly!"

As he spoke, he wanted to retreat.

At this time, Li Bo came to his senses and said, "Slow!"

Li Bo's face was a little pale, but he had some awe-inspiring official authority, and then he asked: "I don't know why this person died?" ”

Two pro-soldiers, you look at me, I look at you, and I can't help but be relatively speechless.

Seeing this, Li Bo waved his hand to let the people around him retreat, stretched his slender fingers into his arms, and took out a silver ticket: "Two, this is ten taels of silver tickets, give you some wine, and please tell me, how he died, this official is grateful!"

When the two pro-soldiers saw each other, they looked at each other for a while, and one of the pro-soldiers took the silver ticket with his hand, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Wen was killed by Wang Cunye, and when he came to report, he was kicked to death by the angry master. ”

After saying this, the two of them did not say anything more and walked out quickly.

"My lord, please mourn!" At this time, a fan stepped forward and said, but Li Bo knew that he could not show the slightest dissatisfaction, smiled bitterly, and said: "Hey, my cousin died, I feel very sad, but I finally died in the line of duty, but it is a great luck in misfortune." ”

After that, he got up and said, "You wash his body and put on new clothes according to the treatment of his martyrdom, these things take your time, don't worry, I'll go to the coffin shop to order a coffin!"

After that, he went, and went out of the hall, when the snow fell, and it had been raining for two days and two nights, and a thick layer had accumulated on the ground, and the north wind was howling, thinking that next year would be a good year......

Li Bo looked up to the sky and let the snowflakes fall on his face, letting the whistling north wind pour into his clothes, and couldn't help but think of the time when the two entered the Tsing Yi Pavilion together, and also agreed that what would happen if they were rich.

However, as time progressed, he took refuge in Fan's mansion, and Mo Qian was bent on serving Wei Hou in order to climb up.

As an internal annihilation, he has the secret support of Fan Fu, but he has climbed to the position of deacon, but Mo Qian, who is loyal to him, is just a fan, he still wants to absorb his cousin in the future, but he doesn't want to blink an eye, Mo Qian's voice and appearance are still in his mind, but he has become a corpse.

Taking a few deep breaths, Li Bo took heavy steps, and indeed went to the coffin shop, found a few coffin shops, found a high-quality coffin and bought it, and went back to deal with it as usual.

In the blink of an eye, it was night, the yamen was closed, a charcoal fire was lit in a room, the two fans were sorting out the documents in front of the desk, and there was a pot of wine and a few dishes on the small table.

When the matter was done, the two of them roasted their hands in front of the coals, each poured a cup of drink, and suddenly felt a warm current, and one of them said: "I don't want my cousin to die, I can still be quiet, follow a few streets, and I don't see anything abnormal." ”

There is also a fan who sandwiched peanuts and ate them, the burnt aroma was crispy, the mouth was full of fragrant, and he took another sip, and said: "You are delusional, what kind of person is Lord Li, how can you grab the handle because of a cousin, do it well, don't give Lord Li the handle to catch you in turn, so it will be miserable." ”

This fan was frightened, glanced outside, the outside was white, the snow was still falling, there was no human figure, and he took a sip of "squeak" with confidence, and said: "-I don't want to be promoted yet...... Hey!"

The two of them had a few glasses of wine, their whole bodies were warm, and when they came to talk, they talked in the hut.

Fan House

At this moment, in a side hall, there was no one inside, only a lamp was lit, and in the dim light, Fan Shirong looked up to the sky and laughed, although his voice was very low, but with an unconcealable pleasure.

Wei Hou has been pressing the Fan family, and at this moment, Wei Hou has cut off his right arm again and again, how can he not be happy.

Li Bo, who rushed over through the secret passage, knelt below, silently, quietly waiting for the second son's arrangement, but after listening to the laughter above, sadness appeared in his heart.

When the second son heard the news, he didn't pay attention to Mo Qian's death at all, and only thought about the good news brought by Mr. Wen's death.

Thinking like this, a deep sadness comes to my heart.

After Fan Shirong was half-loud, his laughter stopped: "The news you came from is good, it is very timely." ”

As he spoke, Fan Shirong suddenly changed the topic and asked, "How many years have you been with me?"

"Ah, back to the second young master!" Li Bo was a little confused by Fan Shirong's question, and was stunned for a moment before replying: "Fifteen!"

"It's been fifteen years!" Fan Shirong was silent for a moment, and then asked: "You are also a deacon in Tsing Yi Pavilion now, how many people can you control?"

Fan Shirong suddenly mentioned this, Li Bo's heart sank, and he hurriedly said: "Tsing Yi Pavilion is very strictly controlled, if it is not betrayed on the surface, I can control more than a dozen henchmen, but if it is obviously betrayed by Wei Hou, I am afraid that none of them will be able to pull it out......"

Fan Shirong listened, frowned and said: "Although Tsing Yi Pavilion is very strictly controlled, you can't have no real henchmen, there will be a big change then, how can you deal with it?"

Although Fan Shirong's words were calm, his words were very serious, Li Bo's body was shocked, and he suddenly felt a cold sweat on his back, and hurriedly apologized and said: "My subordinates are incompetent, and I ask the second son to punish him." ”

Fan Shirong smiled again and said: "Now that the matter is tight, I ask you like this, as long as you do great things, you can come back openly as a hero of my Fan family, and we will not treat you badly at that time." ”

"Yes!" Li Bo heard and immediately responded, but a chill appeared in his heart.

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