"After you hand it over to Huaxi, let him reveal this address to Sun Jiu of the butcher shop in the south of the city without a trace, and the rest of the matter, we don't need to interfere, just wait and see what happens." It should be noted that this news will accurately reach Sun Jiu's ears at the moment of time five days later. Not sooner, not later. ”

Mo Shuoyue carefully explained the brocade.

Hua Jin had doubts in his heart, but he didn't ask too much, and responded quickly.

Who made this man the best of his master's heart? Her orders are the orders of her master, and she just needs to follow them.

Besides, I'm afraid that Mo Shuoyue herself doesn't know, when she tells things, that style is more and more like the shadow of the master, if these two people are not a natural pair, I'm afraid that it is the word fate in this world, she can't believe it anymore.

Hua Jin didn't know Mo Shuoyue's plan, but Mo Shuoyue's heart was like a mirror.

The Mangjiang Courtyard is a courtyard purchased by Su Zerin, and the children of the family, in order to facilitate the pleasure and fun, raise some outer rooms in the courtyard, which has already formed a kind of atmosphere that will not be declared.

Because the location is ordinary, the yard is also extremely ordinary, and few people pay attention to it. No one will know that there are so many young women's corpses buried inside.

Mo Shuoyue also inadvertently discovered some clues before dying in her previous life, and then followed the vine and found the location of those people's families on a booklet hidden by Su Zerin.

It's just that at that time, she couldn't protect herself and couldn't get in touch with those people, but now she can finally get what she wants, and she is infinitely sad in her heart.

It's just a tragedy that finds another tragedy, and there's really nothing to be happy about.

Su Zerin is arrogant, but he is also afraid of death, and he is afraid that the woman's family will come to the door to make trouble and retaliate. She found that most of the outer rooms he had raised were little girls from remote and poor places, who were helpless in Beijing. There are only two exceptions, the oldest girl, with only two skeletons left.

One is Sun Jiu's sister, Sun Xiaoyu, and the other is the daughter of a family of Orion in a neighboring village on the outskirts of Beijing, Apu.

I think it's because Su Zerin was too young at that time, his methods and resourcefulness were not as sophisticated as now, and his involvement was limited, so he could only start with the nearest first.

Now, it has given her convenience. Effortlessly, with the snap of a finger, you can drag him into hell.

"It's a pity, Mrs. Su is really sorry, this birthday banquet seems to be unsuccessful."

Mo Shuoyue looked out the window and muttered to herself, her words sounded apologetic, but the look on her face was a little imperceptible.

What kind of guilt do you talk about in the backyard of the Su family, these two old women who are helping to abuse. What a joke.

If it weren't for their acquiescence, she would have been a wife in her previous life, how could she have ended so tragically and painfully. It's just that she has been discouraged since she was a child, and her father and stepmother don't care about her, so the two old women don't take her seriously like this, and they look down on her very much.

The years have passed in a snap of a finger, and now if you have to mention the resentment against the Su family, it seems that it has faded a lot, but dealing with Su Zerin will inevitably affect the Su family, and besides, except for Su Zaifu and Su Yuqing who have no grudges against her, the others, even if they are affected, how can they be said to be harming the pond fish?

Mo Shuoyue's heart inevitably felt a little guilty about Prime Minister Su and Su Yuqing, but it was only a matter of time before they were dragged down by such a family. Even if she doesn't make a move, the Su family will be defeated sooner or later.

There was a slight click, like the sound of something falling, Mo Shuoyue gradually came back to her senses, reached out and took the bag on the windowsill, feeling a little helpless.

Hua Jin is ingenious and strong in martial arts, but this problem of jumping over the spine is really a headache for her. Even the news that passed through her hands jumped up and down, always coldly falling on the window, the bedside, the coffee table, the dresser, and the bookcase.......

Fortunately, she has been used to investigating cases in the past few years, and this kind of thing is not scary.

The note unfolded, and there were only a few words on the paper:

Pingkang house, Xiaoxiang bamboo garden.

It was Li Yunmin's handwriting, thinking of what happened last night, Mo Shuoyue thought about it again and again, and decided to call Shangchun Dan together.

First, a third person is present, if she meets Li Yunmin, she can also relieve the embarrassment, and secondly, Li Yunmin did not explain why she went to Xiaoxiang Bamboo Garden, and she was not afraid of boredom if she found someone she knew well.

The carriage went to Duanping Wangfu to pick up Chundan, and turned the road to Pingkangfang.

"Duanping Wangye, how are you doing these days?" Mo Shuoyue asked.

"It's strange to talk about this, since you left the Duanping Palace, Duanping Wangye's nightmare is getting better day by day, and when I went out today, I also met him walking in the garden, and his spirit is much better." Chundan Road.

"That'll be fine." Mo Shuoyue smiled peacefully, and didn't explain anything about this matter, after all, the affairs of Duanping Wangfu were arranged by Li Yunmin, and she was only responsible for continuing to investigate Lin Miaoniang.

Chundan saw that Mo Shuoyue was reluctant to talk more about this matter, and knew that maybe it was inconvenient to disclose the hidden secrets inside, so he didn't get to the bottom of it, but just changed the topic and said: "You are sending a message to me today, and you don't explain your intentions, and let me wear this men's clothes, mysterious, where are you going?" ”

"That's a good question." Mo Shuoyue raised her eyebrows and shook the folding fan gently, looking like a young man, "Naturally, it's a good place." ”

"You can stop, you can take me to a good place." Chundan glanced at her with some disgust, "In the past, you said that you would take me to a good place, but the place I went to was either the murder scene or the crime scene, thanks to the old lady's courage, otherwise the soul would have returned to another place!" ”

"Uh...... It used to be, and now it's really going to take you to a good place to change like a fake, and you will definitely feel at home in this place. ”

"Really?" Chundan will be skeptical.

"It's more real than real gold!"

While the two were talking, Pingkangfang arrived.

The willow tips on the moon, the silk bamboo flute in Pingkangfang, endlessly.

Pingkangfang, also known as "Pingkangli", is located in the most prosperous and lively northeast of the imperial capital, and almost all the most popular kabuki geisha are concentrated here, with restaurants, flag pavilions, theaters, green buildings, and gambling houses all over the place. Qinglou has no day and night, after closing the workshop at night, Pingkang Fang is still brightly lit, full of spring, like a "prosperous city that never sleeps".

"After the banquet, the day is about to be oblique, and the family in Pingkang Fang. A few red sleeves greeted the door and smiled, fighting for the begging hairpin. I have heard that the demon boy and lady of Pingkangfang in the imperial capital have been heard of as a woman who is as beautiful as a begonia drunk day. Yes, it really took me to a place worthy of the name. Chundan said with satisfaction.

"The willow leaves are sad, and the Zhan Zhan Linghua shines frequently." Mo Shuoyue looked at the big characters of Xiaoxiang Bamboo Garden in front of her, and said with a smile: "Now you don't need to be limited by such a place, naturally you should also change your identity and experience it in another position, which is more interesting." ”

"Yes, what Mo Gongzi said is reasonable, Xiaosheng has been taught." Chundan smiled, in the end, I had seen a lot of literati and ink writers or fake literati with sour words and fake vinegar, and when I learned it, I was quite a bit like it.