unscrupulous spirit catcher

Chapter 219
It was impossible for the emperor not to know about everything the Queen Mother did for immortality, and he did not stop her. He just wanted others to try it first.

Seeing that the so-called elixir did not stop the Queen Mother's aging, Xiao, who pretended to be a Taoist priest, immediately agreed when he said that Zhaixinglou could get close to the immortal.

The three of them used Zhong Liqing's method like thieves, got into the swill bucket, and were transported out.

It was just dawn when we went out, and the three of us smelled bad. We went to the bathhouse to wash ourselves first, and then went to have breakfast.

Although the wind and snow stopped, there was still thick snow on the ground, and some places were already frozen, so many people fell down easily.

One of the people who fell was Song Yu.

Su Mian originally wanted to lift Song Yu up because the road was slippery, but he stumbled and threw Song Yu away.

Song Yu landed on his face, so hard that his nose almost hit his brain.

She got up from the ground and said angrily: "You were fooled by the Emperor!!"

Su Mian: "..."

Taoist Master Zihua glanced at Su Mian in horror, wondering whether this person was a woman disguised as a man or a man disguised as a woman. Why was he having an affair with the emperor?
He thought he was a woman last night, changed his clothes this morning and thought he was a man, and now it sounds like he is a woman...

Could the emperor be a broken sleeve?
Thinking of this, Taoist Master Zihua felt that he had discovered a shocking secret, and that he might be silenced!
So he pretended that he didn't hear anything and looked around.

Until Song Yu slapped him.

"Did you hear me!"

Taoist Master Zihua trembled and quickly explained: "I didn't hear anything, I didn't hear anything."

"Didn't you hear anything?" Song Yu raised his eyebrows, "Are you planning to default on your debt?"

"Legacy?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to hand over your life savings? Where's the money?"

Taoist Master Zihua breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that it was a good thing he didn't want to kill me to silence me. I don't have much life savings, so just give it to me.

He shivered and took out the banknotes: "They are all here."

Su Mian took it in his hand and took a look, full of doubts in his heart: "That's it?"

100 two?

It's not enough to fill Song Yu's teeth.

Seeing Song Yu's cannibalistic expression, the Taoist priest quickly explained: "It's not easy to make some money in our line of work. I don't open for three years, and I open for three years. Although I went to the palace to work Big one, but the emperor didn’t even reward me with a penny.”

The emperor prostituted him for nothing.

Su Mian accepted the banknote and touched him, both inside and out. In the end, he only found a few copper plates in the shoe.

This was probably life-saving money. He was reluctant to take it out even though the corns on his feet were bruised.

"This... if you want this money..." The Taoist Master was still reluctant to part with these few copper coins.

Song Yu put his hands on his hips and said what he wanted to say but had never said before: "Who cares about your dirty money!"

So the Taoist priest took his dirty money and left.

Song Yu and Su Mian worked hard all night, but in the end they only got 100 taels. Before Zhong Liqing could be rescued, their efforts were almost in vain.

The two of them were sitting on the roadside eating wontons. The soup was clear and bright, with some salt and pepper powder and a handful of chopped green onions. The wontons were small and exquisite, one bite at a time, tender and smooth. After drinking the soup, they warmed their whole bodies. stand up.

Just one bowl is a bit too little.

A young man like Su Mian stopped eating after three bowls and asked Song Yu: "What should I do with Zhong Liqing? If he stays like this in prison, I'm afraid he will really die."

That cell was a paradise for Song Yu, with three meals a day and no rats. But for Zhong Liqing, a man of glass, he was just waiting to die.

Especially when it's so cold.

"Boss, add another bowl, and another bowl of fried lungs!" Song Yu raised his head from the bowl, "I have an idea. We can use a civet cat to replace the sick prince Zhongliqing."

Su Mian's eyes lit up: "The civet cat exchanges for the prince? Where can you find the civet cat? I think He Shen's body shape is a bit similar to Zhong Liqing, but a little shorter, but his shoes can be padded."

He Shen, who wanted to step forward and acknowledge each other, turned around silently and turned his back to Su Mian.

He thought to himself: "These two are too hurt."

Su Mian had seen him a long time ago. Seeing that he remained silent, he continued: "He Shen is idle anyway. He does not do any serious work all day long, and being locked up will not delay his work."

"Who, who said I was idle!"

He Shen couldn't help it anymore, he brought the bowl to a table, looked at the pile of soup bowls stacked in front of Song Yu, and thought to himself, why don't you tell this damn dwarf that he has nothing to do all day long? eat.

"Lao, Lao Gu asked me to keep an eye on Wanlan Sect's traces. The children in the streets and alleys are all my spies. Lao Gu and Li Bi will keep an eye on the buildings that are to be built. ——Went to the Star Reaching Tower."

Song Yu took the stir-fried lung from the boss and said, "Then keep staring. If you see someone, tell me and I'll go meet them."

It would be impossible for Wanlan Sect not to use Zhaixinglou to do something.

He Shen breathed a sigh of relief: "I, I don't have to go to jail for Zhong Liqing?"

Song Yu sneered: "With your appearance, as long as you are not blind, you can tell that you are fake."

No matter how wrong Zhong Liqing's brain is, just looking at his face, he is still unparalleled Bai Lang.

He Shen glanced at Su Mian: "Then, are you going to let Lao Su go?"

Song Yu sipped his wonton soup: "No, I have a way. You came just in time. I'll find something for you to do."

……

As soon as the sun comes out, people are coming and going on the streets. There are people writing Spring Festival couplets and selling dry goods everywhere. Merchant ships are docked in Bianhe River one after another, just for this month's business.

Song Buo was strolling around Zhuque Gate, preparing to find a place to place his compatriots.

The market was full of pig blood and sheep blood, mixed with chicken feathers and chicken feces. Not to mention the unpleasant smell, there was no place to put a foot down.

The traders and lackeys didn't care about this, pushing the trolley and carrying the baskets around. From time to time, they bumped into the weirdly dressed Song Bo and staggered him.

Song Buochao always wanted to be a good person, but he didn't study well enough and was led astray by Wan Lanzong and Song Yu. He didn't have any blood in his body, but instead he was thinking about conspiracies and tricks all day long.

The more he thought about it, the more stupid he became, and Zhang Yong almost gave up on him.

In his purse was a half-grown baby. Zhang Yong said he wanted to find an inconspicuous place to put it, so he came here.

It is inconspicuous and must be useful. This goal will not be found for a while.

The one who kills pigs and sheep is definitely not good, and neither is the hawker. That three-bald man who likes to flatter can be used.

Song Bubu set his sights on the three bald men patrolling the street.

The three-bald man was carrying a big knife and looked like he was patrolling the streets. In fact, he was "getting" some New Year's goods. He didn't notice that there was someone behind him looking at him, picking up glutinous rice cakes.

"You're not good at fighting with this glutinous rice cake. The day before yesterday, I fought with a southerner. It was much better than this."

The boss felt as uncomfortable as seeing a fly when he saw him, and wanted him to get out immediately: "What I do here is not authentic, otherwise..."

"I'll take two pieces back to try..."

While he was talking, Song Buzi had already arrived behind San Baldy and held his purse with one hand. Before he could find a chance to put it on San Baldy, something suddenly happened.

(End of this chapter)