The Marquis of Wei met the North Garden. Mo Qian took a moment to pass through the main road. When he arrived at the North Garden, he saw two servants looking at the garden gate.
Mo Qian stepped forward and asked, "Where is the Marquis now?"
“Inside, fast forward!”
After hearing this, Mo Qian walked quickly, and there was no obstacle along the way. It was obvious that he had been ordered by the Marquis of Wei and could not be stopped. He entered the hall. Several charcoal burning in copper basins came, and a warm feeling came, and Mo Qian couldn't help feeling relieved.
But at this time, the Marquis of Wei was right in front. Mo Qian didn't dare to enjoy it. He walked over quickly and hurriedly fell to the front, bowed, and said something thunderous: "Mr. Marquis, Mr. Wen has been unexpected!"
"What did you say?" Wei Hou, who was drinking tea, suddenly stood up from his chair. His voice shook the hall, but it scared Mo Qian and he didn't have time to reply.
In a blink of an eye, the Marquis of Wei had calmed down and restrained his anger. His expression was not visible in his eyes, and his face was a little stiff and ashen.
"You explain it carefully." Wei Hou said, putting the teacup on the table and pouring the tea out. He was already very nourishing, and this situation was a sign of anger and uncontrollable expression in his heart.
"Yes!" Mo Qian didn't know and quickly responded.
"It was when we saw Wang Cunye looking back, so we sent the mountain eagle..." Mo Qian spoke fluently, and told Wei Hou to tell the cause and effect, along with Wang Cunye looking back, dragging the tiger and the blood-colored shattered clothes that the mountain eagle caught back, and his guess.
Mo Qian felt that his body was getting warmer, but he became fluent in his speech, but he did not pay attention to the mercy expression of the servants around him.
On the platform, Wei Hou was shocked and angry, but almost fainted. He fell on the chair and gasped. After a while, he saw Mo Qian still talking nonstop. He couldn't help but feel anger ignited from the bottom of his heart. He stepped down and kicked the bridge of his nose: "Zhu Zi! How dare you make noise!"
I heard Mo Qian screaming and fell out, fainting on the ground, blood spreading out, and I didn't know how to live or die.
When Wei Hou saw this, he couldn't help but feel bored, "Come on!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone carried it down and the blood fell into the hall. Marquis Wei didn't care at all. He just thought about Mr. Wen's affairs, leaned on the chair and looked pale, and suddenly he was shivering.
It is not easy to find a warrior at the master level. Mr. Wen has been cooperating with armored warriors and heavy crossbows. He has killed many assassins and political enemies, but now he has fallen at this time. What should I do?
After a long time, Marquis of Wei woke up and sniffed: "Come here!"
Suddenly, four personal soldiers with swords entered one after another, standing in front of the hall waiting for orders. Marquis Wei's eyes flashed, and he seemed to calm down: "Tell me the order, and immediately send the inner guard to the back mountain behind Yunya to check."
Speaking of this, his tone became severe: "I have to see people alive, and I have to see corpses when I die. After I get the news, I will report it to Yu Gu immediately!"
"Yes!" The guard immediately responded to the order and went out to pass the order.
Hou Ling was like a mountain. In just a moment, thirty horses ran out of the Hou’s mansion with their personal soldiers and disappeared into the cold wind and heavy snow.
At this time, Mo Qian was carried out. When he arrived at the clinic, he was no longer alive and his body became cold.
The old man in the clinic had no choice but to go up and check it out, and said for a moment: "The bones on the bridge of the nose are broken, and the bone spurs pierce into the inner brain. I can barely survive after a while, but now my body is cold."
The two personal soldiers looked at me, and I couldn't help but feel sad. They had never killed anyone, but this kind of person who was killed because of the bad mood of the Lord... accompanying the king is like accompanying the tiger...
Both personal soldiers prohibited themselves from thinking about it, and it would be very dangerous to think about it any more.
"He is the clerk of Qingyi Pavilion, please leave it to Qingyi Pavilion to handle the funeral!" A personal soldier said, his voice a little hoarse, and he seemed to be in a little uneasy.
"Yes." Another personal soldier agreed and took a wooden board to carry Mo Qian's stiff body into a hall entrance of the Qingyi Pavilion.
At this time, a man in green walked out, but it was Li Bo, the deacon in Qingyi Pavilion.
Speaking of which, Li Bo was flipping through the files presented by each pavilion and reading them carefully. At this moment, a monk ran away panting and said, "The personal soldiers of the Wei Mansion brought a dead man over."
Li Bo was slightly surprised and asked, "What did you say? Say it again!"
"The personal soldiers of the Wei Mansion brought a dead man over!" The man said it again. Li Bo was unhappy, but his face remained calm, and he said, "I'll go and have a look now."
He thought to himself: "Is Qingyi Pavilion a corpse?", and then he had a gloomy face and walked up quickly.
When I stepped forward, I saw that the dead man was frozen and cold, and his nose was collapsed. I didn't care, but when I looked carefully, I couldn't help but a "boom" in my mind.
I saw that this man had an incredible expression in his face, but he was his cousin Mo Qian!
Seeing this, the personal soldiers obviously knew each other and said, "Sir, you should bury him well!"
As he said that, he wanted to quit.
At this time, Li Bo came to his senses and said, "Slow!"
Li Bo's face was a little pale, but he had some awesome official power. He asked, "I don't know why this person died? It's easy to record it."
The two personal soldiers looked at me, and I looked at you, and couldn't help but be speechless.
Seeing this, Li Bo waved his hand and asked the people around him to retreat, put his slender fingers into his arms, and took out a silver note: "Two, these are ten taels of silver notes. I will give you some wine. Please tell me why he died. I am very grateful!"
When the two personal soldiers saw each other, they looked at each other for a while. One personal soldiers took the silver bill and lowered their voices and said, "Mr. Wen was killed by Wang Cunye. When he came to report, he was kicked to death by the angry master. When the master dealt with it, he could be treated as a death sentence."
After saying this, the two of them walked out quickly without saying a word.
"Sir, please feel sorry!" At this time, a man came forward and said, but Li Bo knew that he could not express his dissatisfaction at all. He smiled bitterly and said, "Hey, my cousin is dead. I feel very sad. I finally died in the line of duty, but it is a great blessing in disgrace."
After saying that, he stood up and said, "You wash him and put on new clothes according to your treatment of dying. Take these things slowly. Don't worry, I'll go to the coffin shop to order the coffin!"
After saying that, I went and left the hall. At this time, heavy snow fell. It had been two days and two nights. A thick layer of layer was accumulated on the ground. The north wind was howling. I think next year will be a good harvest...
Li Bo looked up to the sky and let the snowflakes fall on his face, letting the whistling north wind pour into his clothes. He couldn't help but remember the time when the two entered the Qingyi Pavilion together, and agreed on what would happen if they were rich.
However, as time progressed, he defected to the Fan Mansion, and Mo Qian was determined to be loyal to the Marquis of Wei to climb up.
As a traitor, he had secret support from the Fan family, but he climbed to the position of deacon. Mo Qian, who was loyal to him, was just a fan. He was still thinking about sucking his cousin in the future, but in a blink of an eye, Mo Qian's appearance was still in his mind, but he had become a corpse.
After taking a few deep breaths, Li Bo took heavy steps and indeed went to the coffin shop, searched for several coffin shops, found a high-quality coffin and bought it, and went back to deal with it as usual.
It was night in the blink of an eye, and the yamen was closed, and charcoal fires were growing in a room, and two monks were sorting out documents before the case, and a pot of wine and a few plates of side dishes were placed on the small table.
After the matter was finished, the two of them roasted their hands in front of the charcoal, poured a cup of drinks on their own, and suddenly felt a warm current, and the other one said, "I don't want my cousin to die, and I can still remain calm and follow for several streets, but there is no abnormality."
There was another one who ate peanuts and ate them. The burnt and fragrant smell was crispy and full of strong fragrance. He drank it again and said, "You are delusional. Who is Lord Li? How can you hold the handle for you just because of your cousin? Do it well. Don't grab your handle for Lord Li, and that's the miserable."
The actor was frightened and glanced at the outside. It was covered in white and snow was still falling. There was no one there. He squeaked again and said, "—I don't want to be promoted yet... Alas!"
After a few glasses of wine, the two of them were warm all over. When they came to chat, they were talking in the hut.
Fan Mansion
At this moment, there was no one in a side hall, only one lamp was lit. Under the dim light, Fan Shirong laughed to the sky. Although his voice was very low, he had an unconcealable pleasure.
Marquis of Wei has been suppressing the Fan family. At this moment, Marquis of Wei repeatedly cut off his right and right arm. How could he not feel happy?
Li Bo, who rushed over through the secret passage, knelt down below, silently waiting for the second young master to arrange it, but after hearing the laughter above, sadness emerged in his heart.
After hearing the news, the second young master ignored Mo Qian's death at all. He only thought about the joyful news brought by Mr. Wen's death. Could it be that all the people in the world are the same?
Thinking of this, a deep sadness emerges in my heart.
After a while, Fan Shirong laughed and stopped: "The news you sent is good, very timely."
As he said that, Fan Shirong suddenly changed the subject and asked: "How many years have you been with me?"
"Ah, go back to the second young master!" Li Bo was a little confused by Fan Shirong's question. He was stunned for a moment before replying: "It's fifteen!"
"It's been fifteen years!" Fan Shirong was silent for a moment and asked again: "You are also a deacon in Qingyi Pavilion now. How many people can you control?"
Fan Shirong suddenly mentioned this, and Li Bo felt a deep heart and said hurriedly: "The Qingyi Pavilion controls it very strictly. If it is not betrayal on the surface, I can control more than a dozen confidants, but if I clearly betray the Marquis of Wei, I am afraid that no one can be pulled out..."
After hearing this, Fan Shirong frowned and said, "Although Qingyi Pavilion has strict control, you can't have a real confidant. There will be major changes at that time, how can you deal with it?"
Although Fan Shirong's words were peaceful, he was talking very heavily. Li Bo's body was shocked and he felt a cold sweat blew behind him. He hurriedly apologized and said, "I am incompetent, so please punish me."
Fan Shirong smiled again and said, "It's time to get things tight now, so I'm asking you like this. As long as you accomplish a big thing, you can come back openly as a hero of my Fan family. We won't treat you badly then."
"Yes!" Li Bo responded immediately after hearing this, but a hint of chill appeared in his heart.
Chapter completed!