Chapter Seventy-Eight: Isn't It, Or Is It Dead?
"You ...... Did you see anyone?"
King Ning turned his head to look at the guards who had arrived.
"Your Highness, your subordinates have not seen outsiders. ”
The two guards were confused.
“......”
King Ning didn't ask any more, Imperial Physician Zhu walked up to him and said with emotion: "Come without a shadow, go without a trace, unpredictable, haunting impermanence, really a fairy!"
King Ning nodded, and bowed respectfully to the heaven and earth outside to show his gratitude.
And Chi Zheng, who had already left, naturally didn't see the stunned loss of King Ning and Imperial Physician Zhu, he was reluctant to make a move, but when he looked at Princess Ning who was wailing because of the loss of her child, he realized that these people came here to save their children.
At the same time, somehow I remembered myself...... He came with such a soul, his parents must also be grieving with his cremated ashes, right?
Immortals still have empathy, not to mention that he hasn't really become an immortal yet, so he sighed and made a move.
It was also because the child had only died not long ago, and he came back just in time, otherwise the "Sick Resurrection Curse" might not have been able to save the child.
However, after saving people, Chi Zheng had no intention of going down to see each other, took his things, and left quietly and silently again.
......
Two days later, Imperial Physician Tao, who was belated, looked at Shizi who was jumping on the ground in surprise, and his head was full of questions.
King Ning said a few words to Imperial Physician Tao coldly, and looked back at Yang Zimou again: "Yang County Order, this time I returned to Beijing, the lonely king should tell his father the cause and effect, and you should also repair and renovate the 'square inch view', there must be no mistakes." ”
"Yes, Your Highness will take your Highness's words to heart. ”
Well, it's not just a simple repair, it's a renovation.
Yang Zimou was both helpless and relieved, everything was developing in a good way, and he didn't really let the situation turn to an irreparable situation, Immortal Chang finally took action and saved Shizi's life, so he should be fine.
When he heard that two nights ago, when the prince was almost killed, his heart was pounding, and when he heard that the immortal chief made a move and an immortal talisman saved the life of the son, he pressed back the heart that was about to jump out of his throat.
What a fairy trick!
He was very emotional, Yang Zimou had seen with his own eyes how the prince was seriously ill at the beginning, and even the Imperial Physician Zhu in the Imperial Physician Department in the capital was not cured, and even died in front of Imperial Physician Zhu, but the immortal chief could pull the dead back again, what is this means of resurrecting the dead and the dead, what is it if it is not the means of the immortal family?
After hearing about this, the gentry and big families in Xiahai immediately expressed to Yang Zimou that they were willing to donate another 3,000 taels of silver to repair the "Fangcun Temple", and they also planned to contribute funds to renovate the road up the mountain.
After donating silver last time, he summoned these gentry and asked if they could donate some more silver taels to repair the broken city wall......
But now, how can you come up with three thousand taels of silver?
If he wants to believe the words of these gentry again, he will eat.
King Ning and Princess Ning once again made a gesture in the direction of "Fang Cun Guan", the prince was ignorant, but he also knew that there were immortals who saved him, and finally knelt down and thanked him respectfully, and then took a sedan chair down the mountain.
They were about to continue to leave south by water today, Yang Zimou sent people to the ferry wharf, and when he saw the boat going down the river, he couldn't help but be completely relieved.
Finally sent this unprovoked master away, Yang Zimou touched his forehead, and always felt that he had been sleeping scarcely recently, but he had to make up for it.
Just thinking like this, suddenly a soap hurriedly ran over and shouted: "Master, master, it's not good." ”
When Yang Zimou looked back, he felt a headache, every time this soap came to shout that it was not good, something would always happen.
"Panicked, what kind of system?"
Yang Zimou was displeased and angrily reprimanded.
"No, sir, something happened to Master Lin. ”
"What, you—you say it again!"
Yang Zimou was shocked.
"Yes, sir, Master Lin was found at home...... It's dead, you, go and see. ”
Ziqian is dead?
Is his friend dead?
Yang Zimou was dizzy, he didn't care about asking for details, and hurriedly took a sedan chair and hurriedly went to Master Lin's house.
Master Lin's residence is not far from the Yamen, he himself is not from Xiahai, his mother and father have long since passed away, and Humble Jing also died a few years ago, and he did not leave any children.
It was the old lady who found out that something was wrong, these days, because Yang Zimou wanted to stay in Qingzheng Mountain to accompany King Ning, and the daily important affairs of the yamen were handled by Master Lin, and then sent to Qingzheng Mountain after being sorted out.
Yes, he usually goes out early, when the old lady came, he was surprised to find that Master Lin's door was locked, she came closer to take a look, and vaguely saw a person lying on the bed through the window lattice, thinking that Master Lin was sick, shouted a few times, but did not get a response, and smelled a smell of blood, and immediately knew that something was wrong.
hurriedly came out to find a few people from the yamen, came over and forced the door, only to find that Master Lin was dead.
Not dying of any disease.
Rather, he killed!
As soon as Yang Zimou's sedan chair fell, he saw a group of nearby people outside Master Lin's courtyard gate, all of whom were stopped outside by detainees, and when he arrived, the people around him scattered in a hurry, afraid that the eldest master would lose his temper and make them angry.
"How's it going?"
Song Zhutou, the head of the fast class, was still on duty in the "square inch view", and the one who came here at this time was the head of the Zhuang class, Ma Qiao, who saw Yang Zimou and hurriedly saluted, "Lord County." ”
"The situation inside is complicated, and he is still examining Master Lin's body. ”
Ma Qiao hesitated: "Lord County, if it is not necessary, you still don't want to go in." ”
"What's the matter? My official's friend died, and you told my official not to go in and take a look?"
Yang Zimou blew his beard and glared, pushed away the horse bridge, strode into the courtyard, and saw a room guarded by a prisoner, and went straight over.
The two guards hurriedly saluted.
When he went in, Yang Zimou immediately turned around and grabbed the door, and Ma Qiao was already guarding the door with a basin in advance, and the filth from vomiting fell into the basin.
"You, you Ma Qiao, why didn't you say it earlier?"
Yang Zimou was about to be angry to death.
"Lord County, before the villain could say anything, you went in. ”
Ma Qiao didn't dare to defend himself that he had already persuaded you.
"It's so hateful, who did it!"
Yang Zimou's face was flushed with anger, his friend behind the scenes, Master Lin's death was so miserable, his limbs were cut off, how could he have seen such a tragic situation with his own eyes.
After the two of them finished the inspection, they knelt down towards Yang Zimou, "Lord County, Master Lin should have died around midnight last night, his limbs were broken, the wound was full of blood, and there was a shade of blood, it should have been broken by a sharp blade, but the wound was clean and clean, and it was not something that ordinary means could hurt......"