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Chapter 49 The Murderer
He Xiangshan confirmed with her again and again: "Daoist Xuanwei has really arranged it, don't lie to me and let something happen to yourself."

He Lingjiang smiled helplessly: "It's about my daughter's life, how can I talk nonsense and put my own safety at risk? Don't worry, Grandpa, it has been arranged, and my daughter will be fine."

She said so clearly, He Xiangshan's hanging heart couldn't help but let go.

"In that case, let He Cheng take someone to accompany you. He is waiting for you at the foot of the mountain. If there is any movement, he will respond at any time."

He Cheng is a good player. His martial arts are not something that ordinary people can handle. Even the two Qingzhu Qiongzhi next to He Lingjiang were taught by him.

With him following, He Xiangshan can rest assured.

He Lingjiang shook his head, but the question went back: "Grandpa, now the mansion is lacking people, and Uncle Cheng is even more important. If the daughter takes someone away, that person can jump up, and the whole He residence will be destroyed. He took it all in."

"He tied up the fourth uncle at this time, and asked me to take the bank note to redeem the people. Even if the grandfather asked me to go, he would not be relieved and let the masters of the mansion follow. In this way, the guards of the He House Empty, he fell into his trap."

"However, you always have to bring some hand guards in case of emergency."

He Lingjiang's tone was firm, and he said, "On this trip, except for Yun Fu to drive the car, I don't bring any manpower from the government."

Qingzhu Qiongzhi became anxious when she heard that the lady didn't even plan to take the two of them with her.

He Xiangshan also wanted to say more, but was interrupted by He Lingjiang, she pointed in the direction of Yunjuguan, and said, "Grandpa, have you forgotten Daoist Xuanwei again? Before I came to the flower hall, I asked Aman to send a letter to He, he will pick me up."

He Xiangshan smiled bitterly in his heart. He didn't forget it, but how could he really feel relieved that Jiang was left alone like this?
Yun Fu has prepared the carriage and is waiting outside the mansion.

At this time, all the rooms of the He family were gathered in the flower hall. Under the guards, no one could enter or leave without the head of the family speaking.

At this moment, He Lingjiang went out alone, with only Qingzhu and Qiongzhi standing by his side, it seemed extraordinarily deserted.

He Lingjiang put the package containing the flying money coupons into the car, turned around to take the curtain fence and the big umbrella handed over by Qiongzhi, lowered his voice and explained a few words, then lifted the curtain of the car and entered the carriage.

Yun Fu gently whipped the whip, and the horse driving the car moved forward, gradually disappearing into the thick night.

At this time, the city gate had been opened for half an hour, and Aman was about to see Daoist Xuanwei at this time.

The small carriage passed the city gate, walked along the official road for a while, then took a detour, staggered from the usual way to Chushan Mountain, and rushed towards Cuiwei Peak behind Chushan Mountain.

The driver was a good horse, but when Mao was right, the carriage arrived at the foot of Cuiwei Peak.

There was still some time before the sunrise, but the people on the mountain would not let her leave easily, so He Lingjiang had to bring a power fence and a big umbrella with him.

She first carried the package on her back, and then tied the umbrella and the power fence behind her back with cloth strips.

Yun Fu looked at her movements and hesitated: "Qi Niangzi, do you really want to go up alone?"

He looked at He Lingjiang's clothes and said, "If not, let me change your clothes and go up on your behalf? It's still dark, and the scoundrel may not be able to see your face."

He Lingjiang couldn't help laughing. Yunfu is only 21 or [-] years old this year. He has a handsome face and a thin body. He is not tall among his peers.

However, she would definitely go to Cuiwei Peak in person. Otherwise, she would not have objected to He Xiangshan's proposal for someone to pretend to be her and go to redeem them.

"That person is probably from He Fuzhong, you can't fool him."

He Lingjiang tightened the package on his back and said, "You should wait here first. If I or the fourth uncle come down, I will respond immediately."

After saying that, she stepped up the mountain.

The shape of Cuiwei Peak is complex, and it is rarely visited by people at ordinary times. Naturally, the mountain road has not been repaired. There is only a trail stepped by the herb collectors who travel here and there, and there are dense weeds and rocks.

He Lingjiang has martial arts skills, and walking is not difficult, but there are sometimes branches of trees sticking out diagonally on the trail, so she has to slow down to avoid accidentally cutting her skin.

It took her about a stick of incense to climb to the top of the mountain.

It's almost half way through, standing on the top of the mountain and looking at it, the veil of the dark night has been removed, and the sky is a little bit of fish belly white.

The mountain wind blew, and the surrounding vegetation rustled.

He Lingjiang looked around, but did not see Poet He and the kidnappers.

She raised her voice: "The ransom has already been brought, can you let me go now?"

The top of the mountain was silent, except for the rustling of the wind and the trees.

She raised her voice again and said it again.

Still no answer.

He Lingjiang sighed and was about to go down the mountain.

"He Qi Niangzi is so impatient?" A person turned out from behind the rock. The man was tall and straight, and the mountain wind blew his sleeves. "It's not even halfway there yet."

He Lingjiang turned around and said in a calm tone, "It's Xuanyang Guanzhu. The day before yesterday, Yunju said goodbye in the Guanzhong. I never thought that I would be able to see the Guanzhu so soon."

Xuan Yang flicked his sleeves and said, "In ancient times, there was a saying that nectar did not moisten the grass without roots, and the Tao did not cross the fate of people. It can be seen that I have a relationship with Mrs. He Qi."

He Lingjiang smiled lightly, nodded and said, "I really have some fate with Daomen. I just don't know if this relationship with the spectator will be able to start well and end well."

Xuan Yang walked leisurely at his feet and asked, "Have you ever used the ointment you gave to Qi Niangzi before?"

He Lingjiang shook his head, and there seemed to be regret in his tone: "That ointment is extremely rare, and I haven't been willing to use it yet."

"It's just the Centella asiatica that impressed me deeply. What Jiang didn't know was that Guan Zhu was so generous. Not only did he use such precious medicinal materials in the ointment he gave me, but he also even used the pills that Feng Jia Liulang Jun gave to strengthen his body. , also used this thing.”

"If you want to make medicine, you should naturally use good medicinal materials to make it."

Xuan Yang looked at He Lingjiang: "It seems that even if He Qi Niang didn't use the ointment, she still cares about the Centella asiatica. Otherwise, she wouldn't stand here and talk to Pindao now."

He Ling Jiang smiled and said, "The spectator has worked so hard that if Jiang can't comprehend it, wouldn't he have failed the spectator in vain."

What happened to He Qiniang in Yunjuguan was a fatal stab in the neck. The first person to suspect was the people who entered Yunjuguan that day.

After she returned to the mansion, she asked Yun Fu to secretly investigate the people in the manor who stayed in Yunjuguan with He Qiniangzi that day.However, they are just some boudoir ladies.

Yun Fu searched for many days, but couldn't find anything wrong with them.

Since the matter of He Qiniangzi has nothing to do with them, then the person who can kill He Qiniangzi and take He Qiniangzi's body down the mountain without knowing it, is the person in Yunju's view.

She wanted to go up the mountain to invite Xuanwei that day, in order to find out what happened in Yunju Temple.

The spectator Xuan Yang personally welcomed her in, which made her puzzled, and most of his words were full of concern for her injuries.

When Xuanyang handed over the box of ointment, she looked down at his right hand and suddenly understood.

In that hand, the thumb and index finger were covered with thin layers of calluses, and the tiger's mouth was slightly turned outward, a mark left by the use of a knife all the year round.

And the wound on He Qiniang's neck was a knife wound!
(End of this chapter)