Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 669 Find Song Shu (2)
Zhuangzi in the Song Mansion is thirty or forty miles away from the capital, and along the way there are flat official roads, with endless farmland on both sides of the official road, along the way, Mu Yutang didn't find anything unusual.

The red sandalwood carriage stopped slowly in front of Zhuangzi, she opened the curtain and walked down, and saw that Zhuangzi was surrounded by mountains and rivers, with rows of green trees, rows of weeping willows, and patches of flowers, the environment was extremely elegant.

The owner of the villa, the owner's wife and the servants, Qi Qihou greeted them at the gate: "Caomin has met Xiao Shizi, Shizi concubine!"

"You don't need to be too polite!" Mu Yutang smiled softly, her eyes fell on the owner of the villa: "Does the owner know why we are here?"

"Returning to the concubine, Mrs. Song has already informed the grass people!" The owner of the villa hurriedly replied, with a deliberately ingratiating smile on the old man's face.

"Then the owner, let's talk about what happened the night Master Song disappeared." Mu Yutang looked at the owner with a calm voice.

"Returning to the concubine, the master didn't come to Zhuangzi at all that night." The owner of the villa raised his voice.

Mu Yutang's cold eyes narrowed slightly: "Are you sure?"

"Caomin can swear to the sky." The owner raised his right hand and said word by word: "Caomin has taken over Zhuangzi for more than 20 years, and every day when it gets dark, he locks the door. No one has ever come to Zhuangzi at night..."

Mu Yutang raised her brows: "Why are you locking the door so early?" Although there was no entertainment in ancient times, most people only locked the door after dinner and confirmed that they would not go out.

"The concubine Shizi doesn't know something. This Zhuangzi is close to the mountain. Every time it gets dark, the wild beasts in the mountain will come out to look for food. In order to prevent the wild animals from rushing into the Zhuangzi, the walls of the Zhuangzi are heightened and thickened, and people who walk at night Pedestrians will also avoid this place..." The owner of the villa said in a low voice, his eyes full of solemnity.

Mu Yutang looked at the high wall, and it was indeed more than half a meter higher than the normal wall, and the thickness also increased a lot: "Are wild beasts here all the year round?"

"Yes." The owner nodded: "Winter is better. In spring, summer, and autumn, you can hear a lot of wild animals calling when it gets dark. It's very scary."

A thought suddenly came to Mu Yutang's mind: That Song Shu, could it be eaten by wild beasts?When he came to Zhuangzi in the middle of the night, he mysteriously disappeared without a trace, and no one was alive or dead. Being eaten by wild beasts is the most reasonable explanation: "After Master Song disappeared, did people from Shuntian Mansion go to the mountains to search? "

The owner of the villa respectfully said: "Returning to the concubine, I have searched many times in and out of the mountains, up and down the mountains, and found nothing suspicious."

Mu Yutang's eyes were dark, wild beasts have no intelligence, and they won't clean up the scene after eating people. If Song Shu really died in the belly of a wild beast, he would definitely leave bloodstains, or tattered clothes, or even some clues, no matter how bad he was. But the people in Shuntian Mansion didn't find anything, so it can be seen that Song Shu didn't die under the claws of wild beasts.

"On the night the master disappeared, the grass people locked the door early as usual, and went back to sleep. Except for the sound of wild animals, they didn't hear any abnormal sounds."

Mu Yutang's eyes flickered: "We want to go to Zhuangzi." Song Shu disappeared on the road from Song Mansion to Zhuangzi. If she wanted to find out the truth, she had to start from this section of the road. She didn't find it on the official road. If there are any clues, she will go to the Zhuangzi to look. If there are no clues in the Zhuangzi, she will go up the mountain and walk away.

"Okay...Xiao Shizi, please come to the imperial concubine!" The owner pointed to the door and made a gesture of invitation to Mu Yutang.

Mu Yutang took Xiao Qingyu's arm, passed the owner of the villa, walked into the gate, and walked slowly along the blue brick road. There were many houses built in the village, row by row, row by row.

The owner waved the people away, followed behind them alone, and carefully introduced: "That's the master's room...that's the guest room...that's the servant's room...that's the warehouse..."

"What do you store in the warehouse?" The warehouse in front of Mu Yutang was backlit, and there were many small windows for ventilation. It was completely a special room, and it was not supposed to hold gold, silver, jewelry, silk, satin, or useless sundries. .

"Concubine Hui, there are peach, pear and apricot trees planted in the village, and the warehouse is used to store fresh peaches, fresh pears and fresh apricots." The owner of the villa said with a smile and a respectful tone.

So that's the case, Mu Yutang nodded, and was about to speak, when she smelled a barely noticeable strange aura at the tip of her nose, her cold eyes froze suddenly: "Quickly hold your breath!"

"It's too late, my 'Don't Die' poison, if you touch it, you will die. As long as you smell a little breath, you will definitely die!" A haughty shout sounded, and the cold and unfeeling flew over the high wall. There was a gloomy coldness in his eyes: "Xiao Qingyu, Mu Yutang, you killed my father, I will kill you today to avenge him!"

With a flick of the wrist, all the strong internal force poured out, like a fine and dense net, and shot towards the two of them.

"If you have that much ability, please do it!" Xiao Qingyu's eyes flashed a hint of sarcasm, and with a light tap of his finger, the invisible internal force in front of him was completely dissipated, and it quietly dissipated between the heaven and the earth.

Leng Jueqing's sharp eyes narrowed sharply, he was poisoned by him, and he is still so powerful, Mr. Xuechen really deserves his reputation, he came to Zhuangzi this time to send Xiao Qingyu to the west, it doesn't matter if Xiao Qingyu is difficult to deal with, he spends more Heart is.

With a cold look in his eyes, the fingers under his sleeves moved, opening and closing, one after another masculine, strong internal force, mercilessly hit Xiao Qingyu, hit the "don't die", the body will become weaker and weaker, The internal strength will also be slowly eroded by it, he sees how long Xiao Qingyu can last!
Xiao Qingyu is tall and tall, and his snow-colored robe hangs down to the ground like water, spotless. With a slight movement of his fingers, the snow-colored sleeves flutter and roll, just like a blooming snow lotus in the prosperous age, with fierce winds blowing from the petals. Shooting out, mercilessly attacking Leng Rueqing...

Mu Yutang stood beside Xiao Qingyu, but she couldn't see how he made his moves, and the cold and heartless moves were so weird and vicious that she could hardly see clearly...

Suddenly, there was a slight fluctuation in the air, and an invisible internal force struck head-on, hitting Xiao Qingyu mercilessly.

Mu Yutang narrowed her snowy eyes, broke off a dry branch, and flung it against the force. Qingyu was fighting Leng Juqing, so she must not be distracted in the slightest, otherwise, Leng Juqing might catch her. , was seriously injured and died!
After the clear sound of '啪啪啪', the dry branches broke inch by inch, and Mu Yutang was also shocked back three or four steps, barely able to stand firm, she slowly raised her head, and saw a slender figure floating gently on the ground. In front of her, with a handsome face and a cold gaze, was Xiao Qingxian.

Seeing his face regain some blood color, Mu Yutang's eyes were full of meaning: "It turned out that it was cold and heartless who saved you!"

Xiao Qingxian was first tortured by Ling Chi, and then tortured by the Xian Wang. His injuries were so severe that ordinary doctors couldn't save him. It must be a cold and ruthless handwriting that he can live until now and become healthier and healthier.

(End of this chapter)