Mixed with the sound of footsteps, Zhou She asked: "Where is Brother Bai?"
"I went out. I left early in the morning and said I wouldn't be back at night." The place where Mu Qing was resting was not far from Qin Sihan's. He saw it in the morning and asked.
"What's the matter? Is it urgent?" Zhou She was stunned, not even knowing how to say hello to his master.
Mu Qing said: "I don't know."
Ren Ye lives in a farmhouse. It is not far from the farmland. It has a small courtyard with two entrances and two exits. It is not an expensive place, but it is also clean and elegant.
There are four rooms facing each other. When you open the door and go in, you can see two rooms, which look like the master's residence. Facing the back are two rooms, one is short and the other is a tea room.
Ji Xuan, Fang Wu, Bai An, and Zhang Xuan took one place each and briefly checked it out.
The four rooms are all extremely tidy, but there are not many traces of life, as if they don't stay here all day long.
They only found some notes of Ren Ye in the house and took them out, but nothing else.
After coming out of the house, everyone went to geography.
The wind blew gently, causing the clothes to blow in all directions.
After entering the crop field, no one got out and just walked on the lure. The soil outside was not good. There were several long-term workers sitting or standing on the ground. I don’t know what they were talking about.
When Fang Wu and his group came over, they subconsciously pretended to be working, which showed that they didn't look fierce or in a hurry.
Fang Wu stepped forward and asked: "Are you all from nearby towns? How is the money for daily work calculated and who settles the settlement?"
One of them nodded, but didn't answer any more. A few of them had no choice but to continue asking, and just went inside.
But before they had gone any further, there was more mud on the ground, and from time to time, some railings could be seen standing in the middle of the ground, blocking their way.
Everyone walked around carefully and continued to go inside, but there was a lot of noise inside, asking them to come in, shouting at them, and throwing rocks and sticks at them from time to time.
They had no way to get through, and they didn't even listen to what they said. They were unable to change, so they had to go elsewhere...
Beijing.
There was a teahouse. The place was extremely lively. But there was a man sitting on the top floor of the teahouse, drinking a cup of tea. His eyes seemed to be filled with blood.
He threw the tea on the ground, and the porcelain pieces splashed all over the floor.
"What did you say? Ren Ye is dead? Who is watching this case?"
He stared at the man in black kneeling on the ground and asked questions, making people's skin crawl.
"It's a local official." The man in black on the ground shook into a sieve and said a few words tremblingly.
The man's face became better after hearing this. He looked at the scenery downstairs and said: "Don't worry about them. Find a few officials to bribe them through others. As for other matters, you can handle it yourself. If anyone down below is still unconvinced,
Just try to find a way to convince them."
"I'm afraid that's not possible." The man in black gritted his teeth and continued.
"What's wrong?"
"They say he is an upright official, and Mr. Qi Han seems to have been involved in this case." The man in black lowered his body, almost sticking his head to the floor.
"What? Is this news confirmed?"
"Not sure, but it should be. The subordinates received a report that they saw Bai Xi, who was following Master Han, near Ren Ye's body."
The man took a few steps forward, lifted the man up, and said in front of him: "Check clearly. If it is really him, tell me immediately. I need to ask His Highness for instructions. And that official, they must not let them find me."
Come on, do you understand?"
"Understood." The man in black's ears turned red, but he could only say two cold words, like wood.
The man let go of him, waved his hand, and the man in black immediately left the teahouse through the window.
The man then walked out of the screen, picked up a third-grade official robe from the bed and put it on.
When I got off the teahouse, I was bumped into by someone, but the person didn't react.
He only waited until there were fewer people around him, then got on the sedan chair, opened the things that the person who bumped into him had stuffed into his hands, and started to look through them.
It is said that His Majesty has been keeping a close eye on them these past few days and asked them to be careful and not to go to the house if there is nothing important.
The man tore the note into pieces and threw it into the tea cup. He waited until the words on it were blurred and then poured it out of the car window. His face looked like it was stained with ink, and it was unclear what his mood was.
In the palace.
Jingluo placed a cup of hot tea in front of the emperor and stepped back carefully. He knew that the Nine-Five Master sitting behind the table was observing him, but there was not much change.
The emperor saw the man's face, smiled slightly and asked to pass the time: "How are you, master?"
He was shocked and said: "It looks pretty good."
"Look, the fourth man came to Beijing and walked around the capital without doing anything. Do you believe it?"
The person who spoke was full of nobility. He slowly raised his head, placed an anonymous letter tucked in the folds on the table, and tapped it with his knuckles.
Jingluo didn't say anything. He only looked at the wrinkles that had just been put aside. They were black, which meant that someone next to His Majesty handed them over. But if that's the case, why do you still need to use anonymity? Isn't it so generous?
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Although he was surprised, he didn't ask any more questions.
"Remember, your master should tell me when he is well," the emperor said.
She was shocked and could only respond. There were still no unnecessary changes on her soft and beautiful face.
The emperor was very surprised, how could this man come for two days and only said that he understood, understood, and it was okay, and had nothing else to say.
The same goes for Tan Sihan when talking about it. Doesn't it mean that he doesn't feel bored?
"What will happen if your master betrays the Lord?"
"Kill." Jingluo said. He didn't hesitate at all just because he was facing the Nine-Five Master.
The emperor pushed the wrinkles and the anonymous letter and said in surprise: "Then go ahead and kill him."
Jingluo took a step forward, took a brief look, and left immediately: "Yes."
"The people next to me seem to have good skills, but don't get hurt, otherwise I won't be able to explain to your master."
"Don't worry, Your Majesty. Although I look like a vase, I am definitely not a vase." He smiled in surprise and walked out of the imperial study in three steps without making any sound.
When the emperor heard this, he also smiled heartily. Look, doesn't this mean he can say a few more words?
He didn't care at all and said in shock...
Naturally, Fang Wu and others would not know about these things in Beijing. They entered the village wearing clean clothes, but when they came out they were in extremely embarrassed condition.
They didn't have any image, let alone Naqiao. No matter where they were, they were harassed wherever they went. They were not allowed to ask questions at all, let alone check anything.
"If this continues, this case will be aborted." Zhang Xuan cursed and leaned against the wall.
They were parked next to the inn. Only a few houses on the outskirts had no one to stumble them.