Qin Boxheng left Galu's house with Fan Yuan and asked several carpenters in succession.
He gradually understood that Fan Yuan was indeed tracking down the Song people, and I am afraid that Galu was not killed by the Zhang family.
"In this case, let me know when you have the results."
Qin Boxheng raised his head reservedly, glanced sideways at Fan Yuan, and sneered: "Also, move quickly, don't make your nobleman impatient with waiting."
Although he was only a Mongolian translator, when he was next to Chi Na, he was bowed and his face was full of flattery, but now he showed a superior aura.
The eyebrows were slightly raised, as if Fan Yuan's ugly face was an offense to him.
"Hey, aren't you keeping an eye on us?" Fan Yuan asked with a smile.
Qin Boxheng turned sideways, straightened his sleeves slowly, and said calmly: "I don't have time to waste time with you losers."
After saying this, he squinted his eyes and saw a woman walking by on the long street carrying a wash basin, her waist swaying in a rather charming way.
Qin Boxheng couldn't help but follow her to see where she lived, thinking that it would be another small feat to tell Chi Na to rob her later.
Just as he took a step forward, Fan Yuan pressed his shoulder.
"Qin Tongyi, please go slowly." Fan Yuan said with a smile: "Why don't we have a meal together at noon?"
"Want to curry favor with me? Oh, catch the murderer as soon as possible, and then persuade your master to marry his daughter to a noble man... You idiot."
Qin Boxheng finally broke free, patted his shoulder in disgust, and turned his head again, but there was no trace of the woman.
He glared at Fan Yuan again, stamped his feet, turned around and left.
The laughter in Fan Yuan's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by eyes full of contempt. He blew out his nose again and threw it away. He wiped his hand on the wall on the street and said disgustedly: "Smelly nose, really disgusting."
Ding Quan followed Qin Boxheng's back with his eyes and cursed bitterly.
"Bah, traitor..."
"Let's go."
Fan Yuan had only taken a few steps when he suddenly stopped, turned to look back at the direction Qin Boxheng was walking, and murmured: "I was so dizzy from the stinky snot that I didn't expect just now... Hurry! Two people go and follow him.
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At the same time, Qin Boxheng turned into an alley.
A figure happened to come over in the alley beside me.
"Hello."
When Qin Boxheng heard someone calling him, he thought to himself which dog and hozen could be so rude, so he turned around and looked.
"Boom!"
There was a heavy sound and he felt a pain in his head.
Blood burst out.
Qin Boxheng's eyes were full of bright red. He looked around and saw a young man in the bloody light, holding an ax and hitting it hard again!
…
Two times.
Li Xia moved very quickly, and before Qin Boxheng could shout, he was hit twice with the axe.
Seeing that Qin Boxheng had suffered a head injury and was bleeding to death, Li Xia whispered to himself.
"Follow the noble man and you will be blessed in the future."
The ax was thrown on Qin Boxheng with a dull sound.
Li Xia leaned against the wall and took a look, only to see two Zhang family guards walking over there.
He looked at the blood on his hands and scanned his surroundings.
It seems difficult to run away.
So Li Xia calmly walked toward them with his hands behind his back. Halfway there, he turned into another alley and suddenly fell to the ground and shouted.
"Hey, you guy, you knocked me down..."
Soon, two guards rushed up.
"What's wrong?"
"That man was so arrogant. He chased a little lady and knocked me down without even apologizing. My hands were bleeding..."
"Which way did he go?"
"there……"
The two quickly caught up and searched along the alley for a while, but Qin Boxheng was nowhere to be seen.
Suddenly, exclamations came from the quiet alley.
"Dead people! Dead people!"
The two rushed over to take a look and saw that the person lying in a pool of blood was Qin Boxheng?
At this time, he came back to his senses and followed the path he had just taken. The young man in white who fell on the ground had completely disappeared...
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"Ha, little hozen."
Fan Yuan shook his head and murmured: "It's too late again. It seems that we have to catch this kid first no matter what."
Ding Quandao: "What about Yingzhou?"
"I can't go to Yingzhou. Please ask Wulang to send someone else. China won't let it go until I find out the matter clearly. I'm afraid Wulang will have to go and explain this matter to Eridunbari in person, otherwise
A fool like China can't explain it."
"I want to say, is it possible that this group of Song people will not go to Yingzhou if they are careful? That is Qiao Ju's guess. It is just based on the official road that they went to Yingzhou." Ding Quan said: "Look, Dali
When the remnants assassinated Wu Lianghetai, they were pretending to be our people. Yang Shen assassinated the Mongols and put the blame on us...then maybe they came for the commander-in-chief?"
Fan Yuan pondered and said slowly: "In this current situation, the king is deeply jealous of the Khan. If the Song people want to take advantage of the opportunity to rebel... Hey, do the Song people have the means and vision?"
Without waiting for Ding Quan's answer, Fan Yuan said to himself: "No, no. Even we just learned about this news. Those people in the south are trash. They can't seize this opportunity so keenly. No.
Maybe."
Ding Quan nodded and said: "Even if it is an accidental collision, we cannot let the people of Song Dynasty make any further efforts to sow discord between us and Daruhuachi."
"I know." Fan Yuan said: "The little hozen is trying to kill people again and again to make him more important than the remnants of Dali, forcing us to catch him."
"Damn."
"Take the ax and look for clues with the little wooden sculpture." Fan Yuan said: "I'll go see Wulang first and seal off Bozhou... Hee, since this little hozen insists on me playing with him, I will
Play with him..."
Fan Yuan returned to Zhang Mansion and met with Zhang Wulang to explain the matter.
When I came out again, I saw a child looking around in the yard. It was Zhang Twelve Lang and Zhang Hongyi.
"Fan experience, come here."
Fan Yuan walked over and saluted: "I've seen Twelve Lang."
Zhang Hongyi was ten years old this year, and he seemed quite well-behaved, but he already had some manners in front of his retainers, so he asked: "Isn't Qiao Ju killed by Chi Na?"
"How does Twelve Lang know?"
"I'm asking you, okay, is this matter being investigated by Mr. Fan?"
"Yes, it's the villain who is checking."
Zhang Hongyi rolled his eyes and said, "Tell me about it..."
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Less than half an hour later, Zhang Hongyi approached his sister Zhang Wenwan with a flattering face and said, "Second sister, please find out more."
Zhang Wenwan raised her head and said with an air of arrogance: "Then you come with me, and we will talk to the eldest sister."
"Second sister, where is the money?"
"You guy." Zhang Wenwan raised her hand and hit her brother on the forehead, but then took out a jade pendant and handed it over, "What do you want so much money for?"
"Save it up. Brother Eleven was sent to the Khan's court to be used as a hostage. If there is no one there, why don't you send me there again? I'll save some money and it will definitely be useful in the future."
"Bah, bah, bah, at such a young age, you talk nonsense all day long. How could Brother Eleven not do it? Also, with my mother protecting you, who dares to send you as a hostage?!"
Zhang Hongyi just smiled stupidly and said nothing.
He followed Zhang Wenwan like a puppy, and when he arrived at the pavilion, he saw his eldest sister, Zhang Wenjing, sitting there.
"Sister, Xiao Twelve are all going to find out!" Zhang Wenwan shouted: "Come on, tell me quickly."
Zhang Hongyi took his time and took out a piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it to Zhang Wenjing with a flattering smile.
"Sister, please read this poem first. Fan said that the murderer is the person who wrote this poem. His name is Yang Shen, and his courtesy name is Yongxiu. But it is a pseudonym. It would be a long story to talk about.
People can be very cruel, and they have killed many people in the past two days. Let me start from the beginning, this is what happened..."
Zhang Wenjing sat there dignifiedly, the wind ruffled the broken hair on her temples, she stretched out her hand to smooth it over, feeling a little confused.
Speaking of which...Qiao Ju died. As a fiancée, if she felt sad, it would be a little sad, but not much.
Growing up, I saw each other a few times, but that was it.
When I learned about the other party's death, it felt like a friend whom I had met several times had passed away, which made people feel a little sad.
In addition, the more emotional emotion is worry. As my father and brother said, if you don’t want to marry Chi Na, you should have someone to marry. After many choices, Qiao Jianzhang is indeed the most suitable candidate.
As for how he died, and whether he was killed by Chi Na, I also want to know...
With such a mood, Zhang Wenjing took the note and opened it casually.
What comes into view is the song "Linjiang Immortal". This word was copied by Fan Yuan. Fan Yuan's handwriting is very good, but at this time it seems that it is not worthy of the word...