As soon as the saber in his hand moved, it was pulled out from the man in black's mouth and put to his throat.
It's okay to talk, but the danger is still the same.
"Who sent you?" he asked.
"I don't know. We just took the money and followed the middleman's instructions to kill Mr. Xiao, the second son of Zhongyongbo Mansion."
Ren Ning's mind turned around.
He had been away from the imperial capital for so long that he couldn't remember who this Second Young Master Xiao was.
"Who is the middleman?" Ren Ning asked again.
"Although the other party's face was covered when he came to us, I recognized him. He is a waiter at Wangjiang Restaurant in the East Pier of the Imperial Capital. He has a small mole on his left chin."
Ren Ning asked a few more questions, and after judging that the other party was not lying, he without hesitation broke the neck of the man in black and threw him into the canal.
The next day, Ren Ning woke up to a scream.
"Something happened! There was an accident on the ship last night." Someone screamed.
"What happened?"
The man obviously lowered his voice, but let others hear him clearly.
"Last night, there were men in black who got on the boat from the water in the middle of the night, but they were killed by Young Master Xiao. I don't know who they originally wanted to kill."
hey-hey.
Someone suddenly laughed, and the laughter was full of disdain.
"The unfaithful (Xiao) second son of Uncle Zhongyong's house can also kill people? If he really killed me, I would be eating while hanging upside down today."
"Bet or not, the body of the man in black is still placed in front of the door of Second Master Xiao's room."
"Just bet, no matter who you are afraid of!"
…
Ren Ning didn't listen any more.
He went down to the mixed cargo and livestock cabin to see Chai Feng and saw that his beloved horse was fine, then he leisurely returned to the room and lay down on the corridor to watch the scenery on both sides of the canal.
Qingming Festival is also called the March Festival. The procession that sends the spirits back home leaves the fortress at Qingming Festival and has been away for more than three months now.
In July, most places in Yunchui have entered midsummer, and there are large areas of harvested rice fields on both sides of the canal.
In some rice fields on the east bank, some harvested straw is scattered messily.
There were no chemical fertilizers in ancient times. Except for manure, most people would dry the straw and burn it into plant ash and sprinkle it into the fields as fertilizer.
This is nothing surprising.
However, as he looked at it, Ren Ning's eyes narrowed slightly.
These straws seemed to be thrown away in a disorderly manner, but upon closer inspection, I was surprised to find that some of them looked like signs commonly used by scouts or craftsmen.
However, the world's scouts and Xizuo are not the same family. He tried hard to decipher it, but he couldn't understand it.
Ren Ning looked around.
Not long after walking, I met a loud-mouthed know-it-all on the deck. He was talking eloquently about the scenery on both sides of the canal to dozens of listeners.
Ren Ning smiled.
This is probably the tour guide in ancient times.
"I, Hu Dazui, walk this canal every day and know the surrounding conditions very well. If I were to be called second in the world, no one would dare to be called first."
"After passing this fertile field, you will see the beautiful Luofeng Mountain in front of you. Visitors to the imperial capital for the first time should not miss the scenery on both sides of the strait..."
"I know Luofeng Mountain. I heard that the first queen of Yunchui came from Luofeng Mountain."
"That's right! I've never seen Longshou Mountain or Luofeng Mountain. I need to take a closer look now."
Amidst the commotion.
Ren Ning smiled disdainfully and muttered: "How can it be possible to know the Grand Canal that is more than 2,000 miles away? No wonder it's called Hu Dazui. It's nonsense."
He spoke softly, but Hu Dazui, with his sharp ears and eyesight, immediately caught Ren Ning's position and looked over fiercely.
"Boy, Hu has been in the world for more than 30 years, and he always has something to say. Do you dare not believe what I say?"
"I believe it!" Ren Ning curled his lips.
He casually pointed to the rice fields on the east bank and said provocatively: "I bet five taels of silver. Please tell me, who owns these farms?"
If they could afford to sit on the boat, naturally no one would care too much about five taels of silver, but when Ren Ning said this, everyone couldn't help but look at Hu Dazui.
Ha ha.
"That's the problem?" Hu Dazui breathed a sigh of relief, "Fifty taels of silver is my three months' salary of Hu Dazui. Don't give it up."
He made a big circle gesture.
"The fields around here are all high-quality fertile fields, and a good harvest can feed half the county's people. Hu happened to know a steward in a certain middle school, and even helped him deliver new grain to the owner's house. The owner of these fields estimates that everyone
Everyone is familiar with it, it is the Taishi Mansion in the Imperial Capital."
Taishi Mansion!
Ren Ning took a deep look at the east bank.
The flood really washed away the Dragon King Temple, and this was actually the land of their Ren family.
However, it cannot be said to be "his own". Ren Ning has not yet entered a family tree, and these lands have nothing to do with him.
Without listening any more, Ren Ning snorted, threw the broken silver in his hand, turned around and left the deck.
In a certain room on the third floor of the passenger ship, several people were silently looking at the rice fields on both sides of the river.
After a while, someone handed over his hand: "Sir, the message is that Ren Ning is alone on our boat. Do you want us to..."
He made a downward cutting motion.
The man in the shadow shook his head.
"Although the matter of the telescope is urgent, someone touched the ship last night and caused a commotion. Besides, this guy was recalled to the imperial capital by His Majesty. If something happens, Long Yan will definitely be furious. We will leave the capital privately by then.
Things will inevitably be exposed."
"Let him go for now."
After another day and night, the imperial capital Xingji City finally arrived.
Xinglan Grand Canal is part of the river surrounding the imperial capital. It has two main piers, one in the east and one in the west.
The passenger ship comes from Sulan in the east, but it must first go to the west pier to let the distinguished guests on the second and third floors get on and off, and then return to the east pier to put down the common people on the first floor.
Ren Ning led Zhui Feng off the boat.
The black horse has been growing up in the Western Region since he was a child, rarely seen on big rivers, and has never been on a boat. After getting off, it staggered for half a circle before it regained its balance.
Ren Ning patted the horse in laughter and looked around habitually.
There are people coming and going at the pier, and there is a lot of traffic. There is a bright yellow under the golden finger.
He was about to look away when a bit of green suddenly flashed across his eyes.
Take a look at Dingqing.
In a restaurant by the canal, someone was standing in front of the window on the second floor of the lounge. I don't know if he was looking for someone else or looking at the scenery of the canal.
The distance was a bit far, and Ren Ning could not see clearly for a while. He touched the telescope on his waist, but did not take it out.
At this moment, he was not in a hurry to go to the palace to report, so he held Zhui Feng and walked slowly towards the restaurant.
Wangjiang Restaurant.
Looking at the name in front of him, Ren Ning looked strange.
Two days ago, someone hired a man in black to assassinate Mr. Xiao, the second son of Uncle Zhongyong. The middleman came from Wangjiang Restaurant.
Although Ren Ning and one horse are dusty, their momentum is extraordinary. Especially Zhui Feng, you can tell at a glance that it is a horse that is hard to find.
The waiter was very discerning and quickly came out to lead the horse, "Please come in, sir. There are still free seats on the second floor..."
War horses are violent and not everyone can touch them casually.
Bah!
Zhui Feng screamed angrily and swung his big head, knocking the waiter who was caught off guard several times. If Ren Ning hadn't stopped quickly, the dark horse would have rushed forward and stepped on him.
"I'm sorry, waiter," Ren Ning quickly helped the waiter up, "My horse is a little naughty. Is it hurt?"
"It's okay! Sir, it's okay, little one." The waiter wiped away the cold sweat and did not dare to complain. He stayed far away from chasing the wind and did not dare to touch the reins again.
People watch the party in every year and in every generation.
During the commotion in front of the restaurant, pedestrians passing by gathered to watch the excitement, and even some of the seats on the second floor stretched their heads to look down.