Chapter 22 - Killing by the Neck
Jiang Jingchu stood leaning against the building, looking at the south of the city for a long time, and only sighed for a long time. If the sound is absent, it will disappear into the wind after not being heard half a foot.
From the wind to the rain, but in the blink of an eye.
The rain is like a mist, from the Moon Tower in this Hou Mansion, the city guard mansion in the distance, faintly, not very clearly.
"Unexpectedly, you would sigh too?" the voice came from behind the pillar, with a hint of mockery.
Guang Yihou stretched out his hand, touched the rain and mist outside the eaves, and said leisurely: "Just such a son, I can't let me sigh." β
"You want me to get him out?"
"No, it's better to let him suffer a little bit. Although he said this, his eyes from afar did not leave for a moment.
"You've miscalculated again. The voice behind the pillar was slightly mocking: "That guy Qi Xian is not confused, he just found a dark room to lock him up, three meals a day as usual, and a warm quilt is still there." β
"The pain of the flesh and skin is not as painful as the pain in the heart. Hou Ye sighed again, turned around and looked at the bald man who came out from behind the pillar: "Senior brother, do you still remember how you were bald back then?" β
Obviously, it was Guang Yihou's words that poked at the sore spot of Jian Wuzheng, and his originally even and long breathing was stagnant at the moment.
Guangyihou smiled faintly: "Master's method back then and Lord Qi's method now are the same. β
Jian Wuzheng also remembered the way the master punished a thick-skinned disciple like him back then. Even after many years, now that I think about it, the pores all over my body can't help but tighten: "How many days can the little toad last?"
Guangyihou stretched out four fingers: "You lasted three days back then, my son should at least be stronger than you." β
Jian Wu's face suddenly collapsed.
Guangyihou naturally also knows that the temper and jokes of his junior brother can be stopped in moderation: "The news entrusted to you to investigate, do you have eyebrows?"
Jian Wuzheng snorted coldly to show his dissatisfaction: "If it weren't for the fact that I had just left the city three miles that day, there would have been several waves of people trying to break into the Hou Mansion. I'm afraid that someone will harm your life, so I rushed back to save the scene, and I won't be able to find the little treasure toad who mixed out of the city. β
"I don't blame you. Guangyihou pointed in the direction of the city guard: "Aren't people fine, and they don't lack arms or legs." What I'm most concerned about now is asking you to find out. β
"Judging from the traces after I arrived, in addition to the two masters, there were three waves of people. One wave eats erbium, one wave eats fish that slips through the net, and one wave guards farther south. β
"Two masters? I was negligent, I have been a blacksmith for almost twenty years, and my skills have not grown, and my brain is still stiff. Guangyihou smiled self-deprecatingly: "My son can survive under the hands of two masters, and he can be regarded as my true inheritance." It's a pity that Wang Shuo's guy died in vain because of my negligence. β
"Nine times out of ten, Wang Shuo and Xie Wenzhan are not dead"
"Oh?"
Judging by the traces, the two of them should have rushed out. It's just that the whereabouts of the future have been deliberately erased. β
Guangyihou's eyes were blazing.
"In addition, the matter that you asked me to go to Song Zhong's hometown to investigate, is also a bit eyebrow-raising. There aren't many eye-catching possessions at home, and most of them are just things that are usually housekeepers, and if it's as you expect, it should be forced by others. β
"Senior brother, junior brother, how can you still think of everything so well when you are almost fifty years old? Can't it be that this kid Song Zhong himself has two hearts? Or is it just a sin committed by himself who is greedy for money and beauty?"
"Hmph, your ideas are more naΓ―ve than mine. β
"Are you naΓ―ve?" Guang Yihou pointed at you and me: "People always have desires, and if they have desires, they have plans, everyone has different intentions, but everyone wants to intervene, so many hands reach into a water tank, and the water will naturally become more and more turbid." When the water is mixed, no one can see clearly. However, no matter how muddy the water is, the fishing line in the water cannot be muddy, as long as they know what they are trying to do, and then follow the fishing line separately, the fish on the other end of the line will not be able to escape. β
"What do you think these people are up to?"
"There are too many schemes, what Jin Yiwei and another marquis are plotting is my Danshu iron scroll, which is also a great achievement in front of the emperor. Guangyihou nodded at Chang'an Street outside: "These people, who have some brains, are plotting against my family business." Mindless, just can't see others well. β
Guang Yihou turned to the south and bowed to the south: "My righteous brother may be plotting against my head." Looking at all parts of the house: "The only thing I don't want to guess the most is the people here." A Hou Mansion is worth half of the rivers and lakes. People's hearts are too chaotic. β
"So the stupidest thing you did was to dismiss all the old brothers who started with you, and now you can only send me to do anything, if the five poisonous scholars are here, they would have found out about this matter a long time ago, how can it be the same as you, you only know that the water is muddy, and you still tell me that the water is shallow, and the water is easy to catch. β
Guangyihou looked at his junior brother with a little surprise, is this really the person who dragged his snot behind him and was often deceived by himself to take away steamed buns?!
"Senior brother, they all say that smart heads don't grow hair, and your hair doesn't fall white. β
Jian Wuzheng snorted coldly, and then said with a little reluctance: "Mr. Zhou told me." β
"It turned out to be Zhou Yu, but it's a pity, if he hadn't been born as an official eunuch, he wouldn't still be a housekeeper in my mansion. Guang Yihou patted his ass and moved his waist: "Go ahead, how much can you find out." As for Bao Chan, heh, isn't there still an iron scroll of Danshu. β
"Willing?"
"I am even more reluctant to son, I am old and tired. I really don't want to intrigue anymore, I don't hand over the iron scroll, and the one in the capital can't sleep well. Hand it in, and we'll all get a good night's sleep. Besides, I stretched my neck for him to cut, but he didn't have a good job. β
"Confirmed to be from the capital?"
"I'm not sure, let's take a step at a time, it's not worth it to pay for my son's life for a Danshu iron scroll that I don't know if it has any effect. β
Jian Wuzheng nodded, the tip of his horn flicked, and disappeared into the rain curtain.
Senior brother, junior brother, if I can, I really want to arrange for you to go out as soon as possible. Those who remain in this Hou Mansion can only wait for death.