End of February.

Shuzhou.

On General Mountain, Yunliu Temple.

At this moment, it was clearly noon, but there was a gray cloud floating in the sky above Yunliu Temple. There was a foul smell in the air, an indescribable smell of rotting corpses.

The incident of the "crow attack" a month ago is like yesterday, and the monks of Yunliu Temple still have lingering fears about it.

In the courtyard, several young monks are cleaning the courtyard, in addition to the fallen leaves in the courtyard that need to be cleaned, there are also patches of black crow feathers spread in the courtyard, adding a bit of oppressive atmosphere to this century-old temple.

After experiencing the fire and then the crow attack, several elderly monks sat on the stone steps next to the door, telling the story of the danger of the day.

In front of the main hall, the statue of the general "Xie Yunliu" who had gone through a hundred years of wind and rain and stood still, I don't know what happened to the crow keeper on the day of the attack, and most of it was destroyed, and it was covered with a black cloth at the moment, which was temporarily used to shelter from the rain and wind.

A cold wind blew, and the black cloth covering the statue of the general on horseback was lifted, and the monks who were cleaning in the courtyard were about to come forward to clean up, when they accidentally noticed that the middle of the broken statue foundation was empty.

The curious monk tossed the broom aside, approached the breach, and peered into the hole by the faint light.

"Huh? What is it? ”

The monks were surprised to find a pair of small stone tombstones hidden inside the foundation of the statue of the general.

Next to the tombstone were some moldy clothing.

"Clothed mounds?"

This is clearly a pair of well-dressed mounds.

But why is there a mound hidden inside the statue of the general?

The monk clasped his hands together and cried out for sin in his heart. He did not disturb the peace of the deceased because of his curiosity, he was ready to report the matter to the master and so on, and as soon as possible, he asked the craftsmen in the city to start construction on an auspicious day to rebuild the statue of the general.

The monks, who continued to sweep the floor, did not take the matter to heart.

Sweeping and sweeping, the monk's heart was puzzled.

If the tomb hidden in the portrait of the general is the legendary generation of famous general Xie Yunliu, it is reasonable.

But on the mound were the names of two strangers.

- "Gongsun Mo and Xie Luohe".

……

……

Imperial.

Today is a beautiful day.

At this time, it was the end of winter and the beginning of spring, and a warm drizzle washed away the cold winter.

On the streets of the Imperial City, many old archways have been painted with a new layer of red paint, and the walls of the Imperial Palace have been repainted with gold leaf.

Not far from the south gate, the craftsmen in the city are in full swing to build the high-platform corridor, under the supervision of the Ministry of Industry, they are making final preparations for the upcoming March 3rd ancestor worship ceremony.

"Master Yan, this way, help come here to have a look!"

A foreman greeted Yan Jiji politely, although Yan Jiji is not under the management of the Ministry of Industry and belongs to an external craftsman, but the foreman does not dare to be disrespectful to Yan Jiji's attitude. Whether it is the identity of the other party's first craftsman, or the Zheng signboard behind him, it is worth it.

The foreman shouted three times in a row, and Yan Jiji woke up like a dream, and stepped forward with a hammer in his heart, looking absent-minded.

"Master Yan, are you not feeling well today? Why don't you go back early and rest early, but don't get tired at the most critical time. ”

Another craftsman, who is also a Zheng craftsman, said with concern.

"Hey, where, where, we're so good!" Yan Jiji's swarthy face squeezed out a smile, cleaned up his mood, felt the drape from his waist, and carefully checked the level of the high platform.

"Master Zheng, Master Zheng, you and your old Zheng family are in a single line, don't break it off with you!"

Yan Jiji thought silently in his heart.

……

"Phew~"

A chic carriage stopped in front of the Zheng family's mansion.

The coachman is Qing Thirteen.

Qing 13 was still dressed in a sloppy outfit, tied the reins to the side, opened an oil umbrella, and smiled into the carriage: "It's here, Mr. Situ, please get off." ”

"It's hard work, hehe."

The curtain was lifted, and a middle-aged man dressed in a blue color suit stepped out of the carriage. I saw that he had narrow eyes, a mustache on his face, a kind smile, and seemed approachable.

"I'm very curious, your Zheng family is not short of strange people, and there are incurable diseases that need to be helped. Don't get me wrong, the reason why I made a move was not to value the thousand taels of gold, but to save people and cure diseases. ”

When Qing 13 heard this, he said that Mr. Gao Yi was righteous, but the corners of his eyes kept twitching, and he secretly said that your doorman did not have this attitude two days ago.

Qing Shisan's eyebrows were gloomy, and he made a gesture of "please", and said with a smile: "Zheng's Erniang is weak and sick, and she has been infected with wind and cold for a long time recently, and her condition is getting worse. As the so-called capable people work more, those who work more, those in our family, compared with the Situ Divine Doctor, the difference between medical skills and Situ Divine Doctor is 108,000 miles, where can it be called a strange person, when the divine doctor makes a move, you have to rely on the divine doctor. ”

"It's heavy, it's heavy!" Situ Yong returned the salute, his eyebrows furrowed, obviously Qing Shisan's polite words made Situ Yong very happy.

In the living room.

Several female dependents were waiting anxiously.

The whistle sounded like nothing, Yueyan's ears moved slightly, and she hurriedly said, "Situ Yong is here!" ”

As he spoke, he was about to enter the inner chamber to prepare for a while.

At this time, Squeak grabbed Yueyan who was in a hurry: "Sister Xi'er, are you sure that Situ Yong will not doubt it?" ”

"I can't care so much at this time." Yueyan said in a deep voice.

"...... that night?"

Yueyan had just returned from Shuzhou at this time, and before she had time to rest for a few days, she learned the news that Zheng Xiu was seriously ill.

Yueyan remembered the "upheaval" in Weiyang on the eve of half a moon, bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I am just a star in Yeweiyang, and I can't get more accurate information." But half a month ago, the scene of ravens falling at the same time in the sky made me speculate that something big must have happened in Yeweiyang, and more than half of the night guards in the imperial city were transferred to the south overnight, and at this time, there must be other important things in Yeweiyang, I think they should have no time to pay attention to the inside of the Zheng family. ”

At this time, Jing Xuemei, who was the most calm, bowed her head lightly and said, "Master is important." ”

"Wait, I'll go change my clothes."

Yueyan was still wearing Ye Weiyang's uniform at this time, and she felt uncomfortable, so she hurriedly entered the inner room to disguise.

Turning back into a tailor, she felt that she had sent a few back.

Soon Situ Yong followed Qing Thirteen, walked through the corridor, and came to the Zheng family's living room.

The hall was empty, and several female relatives had been waiting here for a long time.

A cup of hot tea is served, and a long table is set up in the center of the living room, behind which stands an ornate screen embroidered with a picture of a hundred birds and a phoenix.

"Please."

Qing 13 motioned for Situ Yong to sit in front of the screen.

"Oh?"

Seeing this, Situ Yong's squinting eyes flashed, and the smile on his face was even worse. But he didn't ask much, sat on the sandalwood chair with a smile, picked up the hot tea, lifted the lid to blow the tea, and took a sip.

"Good tea."

Situ Yong put down the teacup, looked at Qing Shisan, and said with a smile: "Can you ask more, the Zheng family suffers from wind and cold, is it really the second mother of the Zheng family?" ”

The smile on Qing Shisan's face did not decrease: "Add another five hundred taels of gold." ”

Situ Yong understood: "That's it." ”

Several ladies closed the hall door, and after serving a few delicate pastries, they retreated behind the screen.

Situ Yong's eyes flashed.

Qing 13 explained: "Sir, don't misunderstand, we heard that Mr. Situ has the ability to 'cut off life and death with one finger', and we also know that the 'Golden Silk Pulse' that has been lost for many years, our second mother is a yellow flower girl who has never been in personnel, and we need to taboo the difference between men and women, I hope Mr. Situ will forgive me." ”

Situ Yong said: "Since they are all people in the door, I will open the skylight and say that it is brighter." You should know the rules below, only heal, not the cure. If the one in your second mother is thaumaturgy, you should go to the spirit calmer in Yeweiyang, not under it. ”

Qing Shisan's face sank.

Situ Yong nodded: "It seems that I have found it." No wonder, no wonder, no wonder. ”

Qing Thirteen was silent.

This silence is tantamount to acquiescence.

Yes, indeed.

The [Zhenling Man] Tiger Wolf Bishui in Yeweiyang was invited to have a reunion dinner at the Zheng family and maintained a good relationship with the Zheng family.

Bishui made it clear that she couldn't do anything about it.

That's why I asked Situ Yong to make a move today.

Situ Yong didn't ask any more.

Collecting money to do things is a rule and a professional ethics.

"Please, sir!"

There was a coquettish cry from behind the screen, Yueyan's five fingers were spread out, her middle finger was curled, and a thin straight line shot out from the gap in the screen.

"Huh!"

Situ Yong waved his hand casually, easily caught the thin thread that was indistinguishable to the naked eye, put it on his left wrist, but stretched out his index finger with his right hand, gently clasped it on the thread, and closed his eyes.

Yue Yan's ten fingers flicked again and again, and the other end of the thin line passed through the living room, through the courtyard, through the wall, deep into the secret passage, and entered the secret dungeon, flexibly wrapping around the wrist of Zheng Xiu, who was sitting motionless in the depths of the dungeon.

Scold!

Yueyan pulled her hands, and all the lines instantly collapsed straight.

A faint pulse was transmitted from the thin line, and Situ Yong's face suddenly changed several times, first in shock, then in shock, and finally in anger.

He stood up suddenly, slapped the table and said angrily, "Hey! Our Situ Yong has no grievances or enmity with your Zheng family, how can you fool a dead person! ”

(End of chapter)