"There are still twenty miles ahead and we will reach the capital."
On the smooth official road, horses galloped, and the herring flying beside the knight opened his mouth and said.
"Xu~~"
Qin Yao pulled the reins suddenly, hugged Qianying tightly in his arms, and asked with surprise on his face: "What did you say?"
"I said, if you walk along this road for a while, you will reach the capital." Xia Yu said.
"So fast??" Qin Yao frowned slightly.
Originally, I wanted to write more high-quality stories in this Ming Dynasty, trying to accumulate ten thousand points of moral virtue as soon as possible, and then use my little friendship with Zhong Kui to join the Punishment Department. However, after turning around, the capital city Coming……
In fact, after sending Xia Yu to the capital, it was not impossible for him to continue to stay in the Ming Dynasty.
But as a practitioner, everything depends on fate. The main task of returning to the Ming Dynasty this time is to send Xia Yu to Beijing. After completing the task, the fate will be gone. If he is forced to stay, I am afraid there will be a lot of trouble.
For example...the cause and effect of killing a monk may turn into a disaster inadvertently, causing countless troubles.
"That's all. Anyway, as long as there is a system, I will not lack good stories when I go back. Let's just let it happen this time." Qin Yao thought in his heart, gently shook the reins, and drove the dark horse forward again.
"Uncle, will you leave after arriving in the capital?" Shi Shi asked nervously in his arms.
"I won't leave immediately, but I will leave eventually!" Qin Yao said calmly.
He couldn't give her the slightest hope because he never thought of taking her away from the beginning to the end.
She belongs to this time and space, not to the future Republic of China.
What's more, Boss Qin doesn't have a collecting habit of 'ancestors' and plans to keep a lot of 'ancestors' around.
Otherwise, Yu Canhua would not have died so miserably.
In the embrace, Shi Shi's eyes dimmed and his mood instantly dropped.
The last of my relatives is leaving...
She will have nothing but money.
Even though Qin Yao deliberately slowed down his speed, the horse's hooves traveled slowly for only twenty miles, and he still reached the end in the afterglow of the setting sun.
After leading the horse into the city, Qin Yao took Shi Shi to a teahouse and drank two bowls of tea. He politely asked the shopkeeper where Yan Song currently lived. Then he got on his horse and went straight to the Yanfu neighborhood, but did not stop there. In front of the Yan Mansion, he stopped outside an inn not far away.
"Xia Yu, you can take action now." Qin Yao said calmly.
"Can't move."
Xia Yu lay on his shoulder like a dead fish and said feebly: "During the day, the imperial city's dragon energy is at its peak. I can't even kill an ordinary person, let alone a high-ranking official. "
Qin Yao was silent.
He doesn't have to care about day or night, but he would only go crazy to help kill Yan Song!
He didn't take the blame. As for how Xia Yu could kill Yan Song, who had the national luck to protect him, Qin Yao didn't even want to ask, let alone take care of it...
Anyway, whether or not he is killed in the end has nothing to do with him. He is only responsible for bringing Xia Yu in.
He got off his horse and opened two upper rooms in the inn. While eating downstairs, Qin Yao said to Shi Shi: "Have a good rest tonight and I will take you to buy a house tomorrow morning."
Shi Shi was in a bad mood and nodded silently: "Okay..."
Two hours later.
The moon is dark and the wind is high.
Qin Yao sent Xia Yu to Yan's house, then turned around and left without even the slightest thought of staying to watch the fun!
Leaving the Yan Mansion behind and walking on the empty streets, Qin Yao pondered for a moment before turning around and heading towards the entrance of the imperial city.
If nothing else, tonight should be his last night in this time and space. It would be a pity to go back and sleep. Leaving the imperial city suppressed by dragon energy, he might still encounter one or two monsters...
Jumping out of the city wall and taking out Maoshan's special compass, Qin Yao silently poured a bit of power into the compass, and the pointer in the center suddenly started to rotate slowly.
"There's a show!"
Qin Yao felt happy, and followed the compass's guidance, striding towards the darkness...
The beginning of the second update.
The bright moon hangs high.
Cicadas chirp.
Qin Yao held a compass in his hand and stopped in front of a small farmyard. A golden light flashed in his eyes. The courtyard he saw suddenly became illusory. In the main hall of this illusory courtyard, three ghosts and two people were sitting on the dead bones.
, the conversation was very pleasant.
Looking at the old man and the young man who should be servants and masters, Qin Yao couldn't help but shook his head.
I don't know whether I should say they are brave or big-hearted. They dare to enter this lonely farmyard in the wilderness.
If they hadn't bumped into him and got excited today, it would have been difficult for these two to get out alive.
Thinking like this, Qin Yao dispersed the golden light in his eyes, raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.
In the main hall with the open door, the woodcutter who heard the knock on the door raised his eyebrows and said to the two girls opposite: "Eldest sister, second sister, please greet Mr. Song, I will go and see who is here."
The two girls sitting around the young master nodded repeatedly and said with a smile: "Don't worry, dad, we will definitely serve Mr. Song well."
Hearing the word "serve", Mr. Song's heart skipped a beat. Seeing the woodcutter turn around and go out, he couldn't help but place his hands gently on the two women's legs.
The two women seemed to be indifferent to the big hands on their legs, allowing them to do whatever they wanted, but they just kept picking up the cups and bringing cups of wine to each other's mouths.
Mr. Song refused to accept anyone who came. He had his heart fixed on the beauty and his head was full of color and thoughts. He could not taste the taste of this wine at all.
In front of the gate of the farmhouse, the woodcutter reached out and took off the door bolt. He looked at the people coming by the moonlight and felt an unreasonable thought in his heart: "Is there something wrong, sir?"
Afraid that taking action at this moment would shock the two female ghosts in the main hall and kill the master and the servant, Qin Yao smiled slightly and said: "I was driving late at night and passing by this place. I suddenly felt hungry and wanted to ask for a glass of water."
Let’s eat.”
The woodcutter stared at him for a long time, hesitated again and again, and finally got out of the way: "Come in, we happen to be eating, you can follow and have a few bites."
"Thank you, thank you so much." Qin Yao cupped his hands and walked in with his head held high.
In the main hall.
Mr. Song, who was enjoying himself, suddenly saw the woodcutter and someone walking in. He quickly retracted his hands into his sleeves and looked at Qin Yao with a gloomy expression.
"Mr. Song, I'm sorry, this man also passed by here at night and was very hungry and thirsty, so I allowed him to come in and have a few bites. Do you mind?" the woodcutter said with a smile.
"I don't mind, of course I don't mind," Mr. Song said quickly.
Qin Yao's eyes flashed with golden light. He looked towards the table and saw that the shiny silver wine jug was actually dilapidated. What was in it was not wine but sewage. Not to mention the dishes on the table, which were faintly visible.
A resentful spirit clings to it.
"Sir, please sit down," the woodcutter said, pointing to an empty stool beside the table.
Qin Yao thanked him, and Shi Shiran sat opposite Mr. Song and asked with a smile: "Sir, are you also a late-night traveler???"