There were masters of dead men in Nanyi who assassinated Li Fengan, another dead men who assassinated Yan Mao, and still more dead men who came to assassinate Xiang Yun. Are all the dead men in Daxia in the hands of the Nanyi Ping clan? How is it possible, a small man
The dead soldiers of the small Nanyi and Daxia are all in their hands.
Of course Li Min didn't believe this statement, but the people needed an explanation to appease them.
Li Min's eyes fell on the incense burner on the table. In addition to the incense ashes and paper ashes, the letters sent by the eldest lady were all here.
The eldest lady was very sad and angry about Yan Mao's matter. When she learned that Li Min and Lin Yu were supporting Mr. Li San to take charge of Jiannan Road, the eldest lady was very happy and let him and Lin Yu make the final decision. She only asked for one thing: let Xiang Yun leave.
Jiannan Road.
The eldest lady didn't like Xiang Yun, which Li Min had discovered a long time ago. Yuanji guessed in the letter that the eldest lady was angry with Xiang Yun because of Yan Mao's death. Nervous men always don't understand intuition.
Li Min changed his hand to hold his chin. It was not easy to get Xiang Yun to leave Jiannan Road. Without a legitimate reason, it would chill people's hearts. After all, Xiang Yun was the most trusted person in everyone's eyes, so he could only temporarily
Detain the person and imprison him in Jiannan Road.
It feels weird that the assassination happened at this time.
Judging from the description, this assassin was not from the Jiannan Dao style he was familiar with. Yuanji did not remind him of it, and the eldest lady did not mention it at all.
Rationally speaking, his guess makes no sense, but this annoying intuition...
Li Min knocked his head and thought no more. He called someone and said, "If you catch the assassin, bring him to me first."
The entourage knew very well what this sentence meant and accepted the order without any doubt. Whoever sat in the lobby of the government office followed the rules.
The city where the assassination took place did not fall into chaos. The search was carried out secretly. People were still coming and going on the streets, and there were more restaurants and tea shops to talk about.
"That assassin is a master."
"He only hit me three times and ran away. He is a luckless villain who only knows how to assassinate."
People in the restaurant were discussing the assassin and pointing to the portrait posted in the hall, on which a young head was outlined.
Although it is a simple pen and ink, it still presents beautiful facial features.
"How could such a good-looking person become an assassin?" the woman selling wine asked as she looked at the portrait.
Someone walked by the portrait and blocked her view. The woman was a little unhappy. When her eyes fell on this person, her displeasure disappeared immediately.
This is a good-looking young man with flowers on his temples, a brocade robe on his body, and a shining sword hanging from his waist.
The young man stopped and glanced around the hall, as if he didn't know where to sit.
"There are private rooms and a small hall on the second floor, and the charcoal fire is smokeless." The woman introduced proactively.
The young man looked at her, smiled and nodded his thanks, striding past the portrait and walking up the stairs. The waiter gave enthusiastic guidance at the edge of the stairs. The woman watched the young man blending in with the guests going up and down, and her wine was also poured and brought over.
, the woman looked at the portrait of the assassin again: "Good-looking people should act with integrity like this. It would be a pity to be a thief who never sees the light of day."
Xiang Qiubeard sat down at the small table on the second floor, stretched out his hand to open the window, and the noise and scenery on the street rushed in.
"The scenery here is the best." The store clerk introduced enthusiastically, "You can see the Xiling Snow Mountain."
"Does the window contain Qianqiu Snow on the West Ridge? Is it written here?" said Xiang Qiubeard, raising his sleeves, "Here comes the fine wine."
I like this kind of young man who loves romantic and romantic nights, so the waiter shouted loudly and drank some good wine and turned around and left.
Xiang Qiubeard glanced at the Xiling Snow Mountain in the distance. Although he had other important matters now, the beautiful scenery should not be ignored. He admired the distant mountains with a glass of wine before his eyes fell on the other side of the street.
Xiang Yun's house is there, and this is the best place to observe it.
Xiang Yun rarely came out when he was recovering from his injuries, and now after this assassination, he would never come out again.
Xiang Qiubeard drank one cup after another. Soldiers and horses kept running through the streets. His eyes followed the soldiers and horses coming and going, but what he listened to with his ears pricked up was the stairs behind him. The thump-dong-dong footsteps were like drums.
When the sound was at its most intense, Xiang Qiubearded, carrying the wine bottle, stood up, slapped some money on the table, jumped out of the window, and landed on the street.
"Good wine and good scenery." He held up the wine bottle and said to Xiling Snow Mountain.
The startled people on the street were relieved. It turned out that they were just enjoying themselves for the scenery and the wine. These young people who had no worries about food and clothing liked to do this kind of thing. Some ignored it, and some just joined in and made noises.
Xiang Qiu’s beard held up the wine bottle and took a sip. Who said an assassin would hide his tracks from the light of day? The Ranger was different from the assassin. He was walking unsteadily on the street, and the waiter who looked out of the restaurant window could only see his back.
"The scenery here is the most popular among our guests." He chuckled, turned around and looked at a group of officers and soldiers walking up the stairs, "There are not many guests today, so the soldiers can check it out as they please."
The officers and soldiers dispersed in the hall, and the clerk picked up the large coins on the table and counted them one by one.
It didn't take long for the door of Xiang Yun's residence to open.
"Xiang Yun, are you leaving?" Li Min asked in surprise, looking at Xiang Yun who was wearing the armor of the governor.
Although Li Min is a servant, they and Xiang Yun have followed Li Fengan all the way. They are generally equal as brothers, and it is common to name them by name.
It is rare to shout like this in front of others, which shows Li Min's surprise at this time.
Xiang Yun said: "Those Nanyi people failed to assassinate me, so they went to Longyou to cause trouble. I must rush back to stabilize Longyou."
"I don't care why you left. I mean, maybe this was done intentionally by the assassin to lure you out." Li Min said.
Xiang Yun said: "Although Longyou is small, it is also a very important barrier on Jiannan Road. The Governor appointed me with it back then. I must guard Longyou. What's more, the eldest son is coming back and the assassin is here for me.
It would be better if I left Jiannan Road."
Something happened in the capital, and the emperor ordered the guards from all over the country to stay behind and not leave without permission. Li Mingyu, who went to the capital, should also be back.
Li Min said: "But this is too dangerous, your injury has not healed yet."
For such a big matter, Li Min naturally asked Li Fengyao to come. Mr. Li San came and took Xiang Yun to persuade him again and again, but Xiang Yun was determined to leave, and finally led the Longyou troops under the escort of his comrades from Jiannan Road.
And go.
The farewell crowd stood outside the mansion road for a long time and did not disperse. This was the first farewell for his subordinates after Li Fengan passed away.
Xiang Yun went to Longyou, not Nanyi or any place within Jiannan Dao. Although Longyou was appointed by the governor of Jiannan Dao, in terms of rules, Longyou was on an equal footing with Jiannan Dao.
It doesn't matter where you go in your own home. Longyou is not Jiannan Road, it is somewhere else.
Parting is always sad.
Li Min was sitting in the government office, the tears of farewell had not yet dried on his face. Master Li San, who was in charge of Jiannan Road, went to see her off in person, so there was no need for him, a servant, to go.
With tears in his eyes, he raised his hand to cover his mouth and whispered to the attendants: "Go and tell everyone that Xiang Yun left Jiannan Road because he was afraid of assassination."