Crown Jewels

Chapter 159 The Searched Officers and Soldiers

"According to the young master's instructions, I buried the cart under the ruined temple in Xiangji Mountain, and sneaked into the market the next morning."

"Just like that, I waited outside for two days, and only then did I return to Zhuangzi when I saw that no one else noticed."

Seeing that Ding Wen had handled the matter properly, Song Yan nodded in satisfaction.

"but--"

Ding Wen also thought that when he came back, the officers and soldiers he met in the market near Xiangji Mountain still told Song Yan what he saw.

"The coffin was lost. Those people followed the traces to find the ruined temple. If they didn't find the coffin, they would definitely search Xiangji Mountain and even the nearby Zhuangzi. They decided that the coffin and the coffin were extremely targeted and would not be easy to transport away, so they dared to do this!"

Having said this, Song Yan turned to look at Gu Baozhu.

"How many days have passed since the night I came back?"

It was related to the inner and outer coffins, Gu Baozhu didn't dare to fool around, and only said after counting the days again.

"For two full days—"

"Has Qian Wuzuo collected all the samples in the coffin?"

"Yeah, don't worry, now we only need to deal with the coffin!"

Seeing that Gu Baozhu's arrangements were well made, Song Yan felt relieved, and finally left him enough time to arrange the next things.

Thinking of the officers and soldiers mentioned by Ding Wen just now, Song Yan's eyes turned cold.

He tightened the clothes on his body, stood up decisively, and called Ding Wen to call the other three brothers to come over.

After Ding Wen left, Gu Baozhu and Song Yan were left in the room again.

Originally, the atmosphere between the two should have been a little ambiguous, but after all, each was thinking of business, so they both put aside the previous troubles and focused on the matter in front of them.

"Princess! The real burial place is, after all, the closest to the streets and alleys here. It can't be ruled out that officers and soldiers searched the mansion in the past two days."

"You and I, even Qian Wuzuo and others, need to leave after nightfall tonight and tomorrow."

"And the coffin object is too big to move without authorization, so we need to find a proper hiding place for it in the house."

When Song Yan said this, he stopped to look at Gu Baozhu, with rare hesitation in his eyes.

Gu Baozhu pursed her lips, and she quickly understood what Song Yan meant.

Although the results of Qian Wu's inspection did not come out, he actually wanted to ask her if she could temporarily hand over the coffin to him for disposal.

"Princess, you believe me—"

Knowing the importance of the coffin to Gu Baozhu, Song Yan solemnly promised again.

"It's not easy to hide in the coffin, but don't worry, I won't let it get damaged."

If it is confirmed by Qian Wu, the person in the coffin is really Gu Baozhu's father, Gu Ye.

Then the person lying in the coffin was indeed Gu Baozhu's father.

The Sri Lankan has passed away, and she definitely does not want to suffer any unreasonable torture after her father's body dies, Song Yan understands.

"Song Yan, thank you—"

Gu Baozhu pursed her lips, smiled wryly and finally swallowed her emotions, and only asked a question.

"Have you thought about where to hide this coffin?"

The young man's eyes flickered slightly, his eyes swept across the bed where Gu Baozhu was sitting, and he slightly raised his lips.

"I'm going to hide this coffin in..."

In the evening of this day, pedestrians left one after another at the side door of the neighboring road...

Two days later in the early morning, as soon as the morning bell of the Drum Tower rang, men and horses dressed as officers and soldiers walked through the neighborhoods in the southern suburbs, and shuttled one by one in the stone market square facing the street.

dong dong dong-

The rude knock on the door completely disturbed the sleeping insects in the early morning. The men in the alley were urged by the woman next to them, with their arms still exposed, they were urged to come forward by the knock on the door outside.

As soon as the door valve was opened, the disheveled man saw the ferocious officers and soldiers outside. When he was surprised, the man was about to smile shyly and say hello, sir, when he was pushed away by the group of people outside the door, and seven or eight officers and soldiers rushed in one after another. Search in the small house where the man lives.

Seeing this situation, the man hurried back to the house and asked the woman who was still sleeping soundly on the kang to get up. The woman managed to get dressed before the officers and soldiers broke into the door in a hurry, but the kang was still a mess, pillows, covers and bedding were piled up everywhere, with layers of wrinkles. Looking at the appearance of the first floor, the officers and soldiers who saw the intrusion from the outside directly frowned.

Seeing the man and the woman nodding and bowing, a trace of contempt flashed in their eyes.

The officers and soldiers raised their scabbards, their eyes coldly showing threats and impatience.

"The two of you are the owners of this house, do you have both the deed and the land deed?"

The man didn't dare to fool him, so he hurriedly pushed his mother-in-law who was still in a daze. Finally, the woman was hinted, and took out the house deed from the wooden box from the interlayer in the closet. The man took it and immediately offered it with both hands for inspection.

The officers and soldiers took it over and took a closer look. The date on it showed that the house here was not a sign of a recent sale, so they threw the house deed back impatiently, and then scanned the house for a week, and finally left under the expectant gaze of the man and woman. premises.

Outside the house, there is a faint fruity fragrance from the apple trees in autumn.

The morning dew made the air slightly damp. Even though it had cleared up, the air still smelled of mud. The officers and soldiers stopped in the courtyard, and their eyes scanned every corner of the courtyard more carefully. Digged up soil, small pupils.

Arching the scabbard in his hand, he signaled the officers and soldiers behind him to come forward, and then he saw several officers and soldiers gathered around the freshly turned soil under the apple tree, and all of them worked together to uproot the strong apple tree.

Seeing this, the woman hiding behind the man hurriedly shouted in pain with a bit of unbearable voice.

"My lord, don't—"

"This apple tree has been with the slave family for three generations. It grows well in this yard. I just ask for the sun to cover it. The children can relieve their greed in autumn. It can't be ruined like this!"

The woman's cry was deafening, the officer and soldier frowned, and looked coldly at the man next to him. The man shrank his neck under the cue, but the urging and complaints from the woman behind him made him swallow hard. the courage of the Lord.

The man walked into the officers and soldiers, took a basket of freshly picked apples from the big tree yesterday, walked in and nodded and bowed. "The officer puts down the fire—"

"I'm running an errand early in the morning, so I haven't had breakfast yet. You should try the apples from my tree. It's sure to be as good as the ones in the market. They are big, crisp, and sweet in juice. You and your brothers should try it, too. Give the little one a face--"

In the eyes of this group of officers and soldiers, the man's face is really nothing, but after all, they are honest and responsible people, and they can't go too far in their errands. Besides, they came out in a hurry this morning, and there was really nothing in their stomachs. Very dry, seeing the plump and round red apples, I really have some appetite.

"Crack-"

When the apple is bitten into the mouth, it is indeed crisp and the raw juice is full, and the dry throat is slightly moistened.

The officers and soldiers who were surrounded by the apple tree had to surround the basket, and the basket was empty in an instant, and then there were crisp crackling sounds one after another.

"Something was lost in the nobleman's house. We were ordered to search for it. The thief may have hidden the nobleman's things in the ground!"

The voice of the leader of the officers and soldiers sounded like a gangster, and the folded eyelids of the hunched man drooped. When he finished talking, the man glanced at the newly dug soil under the apple tree, and suddenly patted his thigh, as if thinking of what.

"My lord—"

The man's voice was aggrieved, and he repeatedly said that he was wronged.

"No matter how brave you are, you can't steal anything from a nobleman."

These words of putting aside the relationship were not painful or itchy, the leader of the officers and soldiers pulled the corner of his lips indifferently, and threw the half-eaten apple in his hand into the corner of the wall casually, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

　Song Yan is a fortune teller~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)