Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 35: The hidden pile disappeared, and disasters occurred in the forest!
The inner turmoil stopped at Sun Li's suicide.

No one knows what his surname is, and how much he is involved with the Jinxiu Army. All the secrets were buried under the loess after his death. A grain of sand cannot attract anyone's attention.

Well, it's over after all.

Yan Yun lost his mind.

At this time, Su Rao had already washed her hands, and she was sitting around with Zhu Yan and others, the barbecue meat on the fire was sizzling with fat, and the smell was tangy, she glanced at Yan Yun's direction, and said in a low voice: " Doesn't your son eat it?"

While Zhu Yan was turning over the barbecue, he whispered to her ear, "My son is a rabbit, he doesn't touch meat, he only eats vegetarian food."

As he spoke, he winked at her.

Su Rao looked in that direction, and Qi Chi took out food boxes from the dark box behind the carriage, and put them one by one in front of Yan Yun. The plates were mostly cakes, fruits and vegetables, and some cold food.

It is in stark contrast to the meaty fragrance here.

"Come on, girl, hurry up and eat something, we have to hurry after eating."

Taking advantage of this time, Zhuyan had already divided up the barbecue and handed her a rabbit leg. Su Rao looked back, managed to eat a few mouthfuls, then put it aside, and asked casually, "Where are you going on this trip?"

She has been growing up in Huanhua County, and has no idea of ​​the route and location of the outside world, so she simply leaves it to them to arrange.

After all, everyone has their own strengths, and knowing how to maximize their strengths and avoid weaknesses is also an advantage.

This group of people spoke indifferently, lived late and seldom talked, only Zhuyan was active like a wild monkey who just ran out of the mountain. Hearing her question, he hurriedly responded: "There is a Nha Trang ten miles away. Let's go there tonight. Rest there, try to contact the hidden pile, and wait until we find out the situation before we know how to arrange it."

"Something happened to the hidden pile?"

Su Rao keenly caught the key words in his words.

Zhu Yan nodded, with a slightly sad expression on his fair face, "Shortly after entering the boundary of Shanglin County, we lost contact. The surrounding spies found something abnormal and went to support them. The location is near Nha Trang!"

Those who can be sent out to inquire about news are all good hands, and they will never lose contact for no reason.

There are only two explanations for this situation, either they found something and were silenced, or they were entangled in troubles and it was difficult to notify them.

Either way, this place is not peaceful!
Su Rao thought for a while, then asked doubtfully, "What exactly is it that you sent him to investigate?"

Just as Zhu Yan was about to open his mouth, Yan Yun in the distance had already finished his meal, and floated over like auspicious clouds. An indifferent voice interposed between the two of them, "Yunzhou is famous for its rich mine veins, but it owes the court taxes year after year. According to the initially reported detection output, It will never end here, so I ordered people to go to various mine veins to secretly check the account details."

"In order to prevent officials from colluding with corruption, the imperial court will send a mining tax envoy here to supervise the work. It is worth mentioning that not long ago, the mining tax envoy encountered bandits during his inspection, and all of them were killed, including the accompanying internal prisoner. In Shanglin County."

"What bandits dare to kill court officials?"

Su Rao was slightly startled, and asked again: "How did the prefect of that county explain?"

"Prefect Song Daiyan first handed over an indictment to the imperial court, and then sent troops to suppress the bandits, and he is still carrying the banner to attack everywhere."

"How long has the mining tax envoy been in Yunzhou?"

"More than four years."

……

After the words fell, everyone was silent for a while. The disappearance of the hidden pile and the death of the mining tax envoy both happened in Shanglin County. If it was a coincidence, then this place is too evil.

"Let's rest assured, we'll talk about it when we get to Nha Trang."

After a brief rest, everyone set off again. Unexpectedly, just halfway through the road, the sky began to rain. Autumn rain is the most impermanent. , deafening.

The muddy ground between the mountains was washed away by the rain and turned into a quagmire.

The horse's hooves were always slippery when stepped on, let alone the car, swaying left and right like a leaf floating in the rain, unable to find a place to root.

"Young master, we can't go any further. There is a ruined temple in front of us. Let's go in first to avoid the rain."

Xichi's voice was diluted by the torrential rain, and only vague words could be heard. After the carriage stopped, he first took out two oil-paper umbrellas from the camera obscura, put them on the side of the car, and sent Su Rao and Yan Yun to the ruined temple. middle.

Then he untied the lock on the horse and tied it under the eaves.

This is a small temple that has been abandoned for many years. Half of the body of the clay sculpture of the Buddha has fallen off, and the cobwebs are being pulled and wrapped around the pillars. The incense table is almost covered with a finger-thick dust.

"There are still a few futons here, let's make use of them first."

Su Rao went around in circles, cleared out an open space, patted the dust off, and arranged them one by one. Considering Shi Ziye's habit of taking up space, she deliberately put the best futon inside, with the other three A distance has been drawn.

The doors and windows of this dilapidated temple have been in disrepair for a long time, loose and loose, and basically have no effect of sheltering from wind and rain.

The strong wind and heavy rain blew in from the outside, almost soaking most of the floor tiles, and the three futons were piled together, only an arm's length away from the wetland.

Su Rao raised her foot and was about to sit down, when a white light flashed in front of her eyes, a figure had already seized the place.

She took a closer look, and it was Yan Yun.

"Shi...Young Master, it's windy and rainy outside, and the cold and humidity are too heavy, you'd better go inside and rest."

Yan Yun ignored it, and his plain sleeved robe fell to the ground as he sat down. The brocade robe flowed like a bright moon, flooding the floor, making the floor tiles even more old and rough, like a plate of Buddha jumping over a wall placed on it. In the smelly ditch, no matter how you look at it, you feel out of place.

His beauty should hang in the sky, in Qionglou.

Even if it is half stained with dirt, there is a kind of embarrassing regret.

"Sir?"

Since it was a secret investigation in a micro-service, it would not be appropriate to call him the son, so Su Rao followed Zhu Yan and the others and called him son.

Yan Yun raised his eyes slowly when he heard the words, and said in a cold voice: "I don't like cramped places, it's just right here, you go inside."

cramped?

narrow?

Su Rao turned her head to look at the place that was so spacious that she could run a horse, she was speechless for a while, and saw that he closed his eyes and settled down, as if he didn't intend to move any more, so he stopped being pretentious and walked to the side.

The wind and rain are outside, and the half is peaceful.

As soon as she sat down, Zhu Yan came over and said in a low voice: "Our young master has such a temper. He is thin-skinned and has never taken care of others. He doesn't know how to speak. He drove you in because he was afraid that you would be exposed to wind and rain outside. Caught cold, such an awkward temper, you will know it after a long time."

He winked and smiled, got up and walked back to Yan Yun's side.

Then...

Take out a fist-sized Ye Mingzhu instead of a candle, put it in the middle, pull the futon and Qi Chi to avoid it, this habitual action...

Su Rao took a visual inspection and found that the distance between the three of them was about six inches, that is to say, even a personal attendant like the two of them still had an insurmountable distance from the eldest son.

His body subconsciously rejects anyone to get close to?

What kind of situation will create such a habit...

Just as she was thinking, amidst the rumbling thunderstorm, there was a sudden rush of messy hoofbeats, approaching them at lightning speed...

(End of this chapter)