Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 144

Ten miles in the suburbs of Beijing, there is a trail in the forest.

The scholar carried the bookcase that almost covered half of his body, and walked quickly on the dusty road.

At the beginning of spring, the old trees on both sides have not yet grown the new green of this spring, only the curvy and rough bark has slightly faded to a dead yellow.

The midday sun was scorching hot, making people sweat profusely. The scholar slowed down his hasty pace slightly, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve.

"Hurry up..." He looked up at the sky and the sun, his thirsty lips parted slightly.

"Just a little faster..."

The scholar who withdrew his gaze licked the corners of his lips, lowered his eyes halfway, grasped the rattan strap of the bookcase with both hands, and hurried on the road again at full speed.

Today, the suburbs of Beijing are very quiet. He has walked ten miles without hearing a bird chirping, and there is no wind.

It is said that spring is the season when all things sprout again, but he can't feel the slightest vitality in this forest.

The scholar's back felt cold for no reason, he tightened the corners of his lips, and the next moment a ray of snow light caught the corners of his eyes, he subconsciously dodged sideways, and the knife immediately brushed against his scalp, leaving a black gleam hair.

"Who are you?" The scholar frowned tightly while dodging in embarrassment, the withered thief with a gray-brown cloth scarf covering his face did not answer him, and Gu Zi raised the knife in his hand again.

The scholar's pupils shrank, and when the blade fell, he rolled it on the ground with all his strength. The bookcase was deformed by the rolling, and the paper and pen that he had always treasured fell to the ground.

The two strikes were in vain, the thief was obviously in a hurry, the third strike was faster and more ruthless than the first two strikes, the scholar held the bookcase on his back to resist, and barely blocked the attack of the comer.

However, although the knife did not hit him, it cut off the bookcase on his back firmly. He had no choice but to discard the broken bookcase completely, gathered his clothes, and ran away.

"Heh, let me see where you are going!" The thief with the knife smiled coldly, and chased after him at full speed. pocket knife.

He flipped his wrist, and the knife flew out like a dart, and hit the back of the scholar's heart. The sound of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh rang in his ears, and the heavy object splashed a large amount of dirt. The color immediately soaked into his light blue shirt.

Seeing this, the thief felt that it was not enough, stepped forward in twos and threes, raised his knife and stabbed him several times, until the shirt was completely stained with blood, and then threw the blood-stained sharp blade away.

After doing this, he leaned over to test the scholar's breath and pulse, and seeing that he lost his breath and pulse, he stood up and pulled out the poisoned blade.

"Don't blame me, if you want to blame, blame you for blocking the way of Lord Hou and your lord." The thief who drew his knife murmured in a low voice, then disguised the scene as a bandit robbery, turned around and burrowed into the unrecovered dense forest.

When the man completely disappeared at the end of the dense forest, another team of people came out of Lin Zhongli, and they moved the scholar into the carriage very quickly. Er's body was thrown on the forest knife.

Then boarded the carriage and drove away——

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"Master, my subordinates brought Lu Zixiu back. Lu Qiu gave him the antidote just now, and he is currently resting in the Zhuangzi."

In the study room of the Seventh Prince's Mansion, Yan Chuan reported Lu Zixiu's situation with a sullen face. Thinking of that annoying scholar, Yan Chuan's brain was still aching, and his complexion was not very good: "Do you want to go and have a look?"

"The scholar seemed to have broken his hands and feet when he fell."

"At this time, what do I see him doing?" Mo Junli, who was writing a letter with his head down, waved his hands lazily, "Find a reliable doctor to treat his injury well, and bring him to see me when he recovers."

He is busy writing a note to deliver news to the little girl, a witness, well protected, where did he get so much time to run around?

He wasn't going to accept that scholar as a counselor - he wasn't suitable.

"When the time comes, I will lead him into the palace and look for the old man," Mo Junli said with a frown, "By the way, I can also blackmail the old man."

He "does his best" and is willing to commit "thousands of difficulties and dangers" to find witnesses for his old man. If he doesn't reward him with 8000 taels of silver, it seems unreasonable, right?
Mo Jun, who had put down his pen, smiled while holding his chin. Seeing this, Yan Chuan twitched the corners of his lips: "Master, with all due respect, I feel that His Majesty probably doesn't want to see you."

It's fine if you have to be cried three times a month, and if you send a witness, you have to take the opportunity to make money. If he is Emperor Yunjing, he will order this unlucky child to be locked directly outside the palace door, without leaving a crack in the door.

Yan Chuan secretly slandered him, he never dared to say this in front of Mo Junli, but not daring to say it did not delay his thinking quietly——

"It doesn't matter, I just want to see him." Mo Junli blew the whistle nonchalantly, and the snow ball flew into the study immediately. He packed the note and let the bird fly away. He smiled gently at Yan Chuan, " Do you think the old man might really lock me out of the palace?"

"Of course, it doesn't matter even if it's really locked, I can climb over the wall."

In short, as long as he wants to hit, there is nothing in this world that he cannot hit.

"...Master, do you know that your appearance is very special...so what?" Yan Chuan twisted his face in pain.

He really wanted to say "Your behavior is really a lesson" and "You can rely on His Majesty to pamper you", but he didn't dare.

"What? You want to say 'Xia Jian'?" Mo Junli raised his eyebrows, seeing Yan Chuan almost stuffing his head into the cracks in the ground, he agreed generously and even shamelessly, "Yes, I am the next Learn."

Hearing this, Yan Chuan's throat was so sweet, he felt that he must be unlucky today, otherwise how could he be turned into a dog by that unlucky book just now, and then his leg would be broken by his master?
Speaking of which, it will be noon, and the sky is not dark yet.

Yan, skeptical of life, and Chuan frowned suspiciously and glanced at the sun outside the window. The sun, which was slightly slanted to the west, was scorching fiercely, and there was no sign of fading.

He knew that his master's temperament and habits were different at night and during the day, but he hadn't seen him fall ill in broad daylight before.

It may be that the master has eaten too much supper recently, which is a bit black and white; or he has been stimulated by something recently, and his illness has become more and more serious.

Yes, it must be so.

Yan Chuan nodded quietly, deeply convinced.

"...I found out, you guys have also started to follow Xue Tuan recently, thinking wildly every day." When he raised his eyes, his eyebrows twitched when he saw the young man who was nodding indiscriminately from his dark guard, and a faint feeling of melancholy appeared in his heart for no reason. .

"Okay, you go down and send a message to He Ling, asking him to come to the capital in the next two days, and I will leave things to him." Mo Junli stood up and sighed, the "task" entrusted to him by the little national teacher before. He can still remember clearly.

Now that Lu Zixiu has been safely rescued by his men, it's time to call Heling into Beijing.

　Mo Junli has already run wildly in the direction of the watch grinder
　　
　
(End of this chapter)