Chapter 72
He is the servant of the Marquis of Changping?Severe fever and disease?
After Yun Mo finished speaking, Yun Ye quietly stared at her dark face, her eyes filled with dissatisfaction.

Damn woman, it's not because she painted those disgusting chicken shit on his face.

As soon as the morning wind blew, a foul stench hit his nostrils.

Yunmo took a few steps back, more than three feet away from Yunye, squeezed her nose tightly with her hand, looked at the servant's head and said, "Brother Yamen servant, if you want to search, hurry up, Yunye coughed badly last night, I'm afraid he is really infected. I caught the disease and passed it on to you." After speaking, he blinked the corner of his eyes, and made a secret color at Yun Ye.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Yun Ye gritted his teeth after receiving the cue, and had no choice but to cooperate, coughing fiercely a few times, the coughing was heart-piercing.

"Oh, don't be a tuberculosis ghost." Zhou Xiangju smelled the stench, lifted her buttocks, and quickly got up from the ground, away from the donkey shed.

Zhou Xiangju bluffed, Ma Liuzi, and several yamen servants quickly stepped back, not daring to get too close to Yunye.

Seeing the yamen servant frowning, Yunmo's expression looked like he had stepped on a pile of shit.

"Several yamen servants, do you still continue to investigate?"

The yamen servant hesitated for a moment, staring at Yun Ye's face, feeling so unlucky that he panicked, waved his hand, and said, "Go, go and have a look elsewhere." After finishing speaking, he glanced at Yun Mo, "Forgive you, a little village woman. And dare not harbor criminals."

"Brother yamen servant is right, the little girl is as timid as a mouse, how dare she harbor a criminal." Yun Mo smiled, with a humble face, pretending to be like a grandson, and watched them leave.

Zhou Xiangju walked a few steps, turned around, and spat hard on the ground, she was not reconciled to the mist that could not be rectified.

Seeing the figures of several yamen servants disappear into the thatched hut, Yun Mo breathed a sigh of relief, changed his expression and looked at Yun Ye, and said calmly, "It's all right, don't wash the chicken shit on your face for now."

It was said that he was infected with the disease, how could he recover so quickly.

With his face covered in chicken feces, Yun Ye felt that there were tens of thousands of maggots wriggling frantically on his skin, and his heart was very disturbed.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he said dissatisfiedly, "Is there no yellow ointment?"

Damn woman, she definitely wanted to make fun of him, so she smeared chicken shit on his face.

Seeing his uncomfortable face, Yunmo rolled his eyes and said, "My family is jingling poor, haven't you seen it? There is no yellow ointment, black ointment for you to use, and you should be thankful if you have chicken feces." Thank you, Brother Chicken, after all, it was fortunate that the stink of chicken feces was enough to scare those yamen servants, otherwise, you would have been invited to the county yamen for tea at this moment."

He also has to thank the chicken for giving him a piece of shit?

Yunye frowned, looked at Yunmo, smelled the stench on his face, moved his lips, was so angry that he couldn't speak, turned around, lay down in the haystack, closed his eyes, and ignored her .

Being under the eaves, he had to bow his head, he endured it, besides, what Yun Mo said made some sense, although he was disgusted with that chicken shit, he was still very grateful in his heart.

Yunmo saw that his eyes were closed tightly, his brows were frowning, and he looked so disgusted, he curled his lips into a smile, turned and left.

One morning, Ma Liuzi led a few yamen servants to search from house to house, making Yangque Village incapable of functioning. They searched the entire village, but found nothing. Finally, as Yun Mo expected, they searched Wufeng Mountain.

"Boss, there is a discovery here." On the edge of the cliff at the top of Wufeng Mountain, a yamen servant shouted loudly.

The head of the yamen servant heard the sound and walked over, and saw a piece of black robe hanging from a thorny vine on the edge of the cliff.

"Boss, this piece of clothes is very similar to what the assassin was wearing." The yamen servant took the black cloth fragment from the vine and handed it to the head yamen servant.

(End of this chapter)

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