Jiaochu

Chapter 172 Yangzhou Governor ([-])
"Come in, if it's any later, that little brother will be dead." The voice coming from the room was equally hoarse and despicable.

Yanjiang stepped forward and walked over. As soon as he crossed the threshold, a dagger was pressed against his throat. The other end of the dagger was held in the waiter's hand. His originally submissive eyes became as cold and sharp as knives. .

The room was dimly lit, and there was a group of figures nestled on a chair by the wall. There was a person standing next to the chair, who was the Long Shadow Guard who sent the guy back.

"This little brother has a good foundation and is a good material for experiments." The person in the chair once again let out that hoarse weird laugh.

After the harsh and strange laughter stopped, Yan Jiang said: "You bothered to lure me here just to kill me?"

"What's the point of killing you? It would be a pity to kill a good test subject like you." The man in the chair coughed twice, as if he was not in good health. "Let's make a deal."

"Putting the knife on your neck to make a deal?" Yan Jiang glanced at the dagger at his throat.

The person in the chair raised his hand, and the dagger was neatly put away. The man walked away, hiding in the shadow of the corner.

"My little brother is very skilled, what do you call him?" Yan Jiang said.

The man in the corner didn't answer.

The man in the chair coughed twice more and said, "Find me a Dizhi fruit and I'll tell you who wants to kill the Yangzhou governor."

"I've never seen this Dizhi fruit before, where can I find it?" Yan Jiang said.

The person in the chair said: "Isn't that Shengyin in the palace? He also saved your highness with a piece of Dizhi fruit. Ask him for it. He will definitely know where this fruit grows."

"I heard that this Dizhi fruit is a life-saving elixir. Are you about to die?" Yan Jiang said gloatingly.

The person in the chair smiled strangely and said: "My life will not be taken away by the King of Hell so easily." The topic changed, "How did your eldest brother die? Have you found out?"

Yanjiang's expression suddenly turned cold, "You know?"

"As long as you bring the Dizhi fruit, everything will be easy."

"Let go of my people first."

"This little brother will stay with me for now. When you get your things, I will ensure that this little brother is unharmed."

"How do I know you're not bluffing? Why don't you tell me first who wants to kill the governor? If it's true or false, I'll find out if it's true. If it's true, I'll find the fruit for you."

"Why don't you go find out who was trying to kill Marquis Jinyi back then?"

"Isn't it King Xia?"

"Haha, King Xia doesn't have the guts." "I'm tired after talking so much. I'm seeing guests off."

The waiter came out of the shadows and made an invitation expressionlessly. When Yanjiang was about to reach the door, a hoarse and dry voice behind him asked, "Is that child still alive?" Then he said with a strange smile, "That one Your Majesty will be interested in the child’s identity.”

Yanjiang glanced back and said nonchalantly: "The child didn't eat or drink after being locked up. He starved himself to death after being locked up for half a month. That night, he was taken to the fire and burned." He spread his hands and said, "Why bother." After saying that, he walked away. …

"Brother Yan, the third uncle is out."

The two people hiding behind the thatch watched the slender figure approaching. Yan Jiang made a gesture, and Yan Fei walked out from behind the thatch with Ye Lingxi, habitually placing his body in front of her.

"Let's go." Yan Jiang left with the two of them without revealing the details of the meeting in the room.

Ye Lingxi looked back at the desolate little house, with doubts in her heart.

"Aren't you going to arrest someone?" Yan Fei asked one of the questions.

Yanjiang imparted experience in the tone of an elder: "When you are young, you must first learn to hold your breath. A cooked duck cannot fly." At this point, he raised his hand and touched his chin, "But Mr. Qiu's case is more serious than I thought. It's a little more complicated. I don't know when Master Qiu will wake up?" He raised his head and looked at the sky, with an unpredictable emotion in his eyes.

……

After returning to the city, Yanjiang really went to the palace this time. Before leaving, he gave Yanfei some instructions alone and winked at Ye Lingxi.

After Yanjiang left, Yanfei hesitated for a few seconds, and then asked Ye Lingxi if she was hungry. After running around, she was really hungry. There happened to be a restaurant in front of her, so the two of them went to the restaurant. .

The plaque at the door is inlaid with three strong and powerful gilt characters, with the word "Jufulou Tower" written on it.

This Jufulou is a well-known large restaurant in the capital. Customers come in like clouds every day. Most of the guests who come in and out are rich or expensive. The waiters here are more well-dressed than elsewhere, and everyone is full of energy and joy. The sound of " Sir, please come in" also seems to be particularly ups and downs, catchy.

As soon as he entered the restaurant, Ye Lingxi felt an unusual atmosphere. He saw many people looking towards the second floor and whispering among themselves. Words such as "Mr. Liu", "little girl", "what a pity" and "bullying others" floated around. After entering her ears, it is not difficult to guess what happened with a little connection.

There was obvious disgust in Yan Fei's eyes, and his expression became a little colder.

"Where is Mr. Liu? Take us there." Ye Lingxi took out a gold bead from his purse and gave it to the clerk. The man was so generous that the clerk took the two of them upstairs diligently.On the way, the waiter quietly told the two of them the ins and outs of the incident. A couple of singing grandsons came to the building a few days ago. The little girl was thirteen or fourteen years old. Her voice was as delicate and beautiful as Huang Ying'er's, and she was also pretty. , can sing a lot of little songs, and the guests in the building like to listen to them. But today, Mr. Liu happened to be attracted by him, and he wanted the girl to accompany him.

Speaking of Liu Hong's behavior of bullying men and dominating women, the waiter was also disdainful, and quietly reminded the two of them that Liu Hong's father was the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, so that the two of them had an idea.

After going upstairs, the waiter pointed to the box on the left to the two of them with his eyes, and quietly told them that they were in the third room.

There were two boys guarding the door of the private room, huddled in the crack of the door with obscene expressions on their faces, peeking in furtively, but did not notice anyone coming over.

I could only hear the sad and long tunes of the erhu coming from inside, like helpless sighs, and the voice of a girl singing a ditty, intermittent, mixed with low sobs.

"Why are you crying!" came the man's impatient scolding, "Be happy!"

There was a knock on the door, as if the wife of the family had come to catch someone raped, and then there was the sound of fighting, and only two sounds were heard, as if something heavy was being knocked down.

When the people in the box opened the door angrily, they saw two boys lying on the ground, screaming, one covering his stomach and the other covering his arm.

(End of this chapter)