Married a proud husband after farming

Chapter 1717 Random Selection
Shen Cheng shook his head, and said: "The management of Fenglinguan is slick in all aspects, even if it is a competitor, there is no quarrel. Mu Yan acts in a low-key manner, and the people under him will not be rampant and domineering."

Rong Jiu frowned, and turned to ask in doubt: "If it wasn't the enemy's opponent, how could he be so cruel?"

Shen Cheng said indifferently: "Only the murderer knows what's hidden here."

"Chu Wei has been staring at Fenglinguan. After the murderer committed the crime for the first time, Chu Wei should have noticed it. How could he not find any clues about the murderer?"

"Fenglinguan is full of people and snakes. There are princes from aristocratic families, ministers and eunuchs, common merchants, and some people from the Jianghu, and businessmen from various countries in the Western Regions. It is impossible for Chu and Wei to watch everyone, and the murderer chooses randomly. It is impossible to know in advance. , Who is his target?"

Rong Jiu was stunned: "There are eunuchs?"

Shen Cheng rolled his eyes and smiled: "Some people like to find what they lack, but it's just what they like."

These people have different identities and different regions. It is no wonder that Fenglinguan can collect intelligence from all over the world. Sometimes, what seems to be an ordinary sentence, or a mantra after drinking, may be shocking and subtle.

Xiao Mi'er slept for a whole day, and at this moment, she opened her eyes to see her mother in a daze, and babbled, Rong Jiu came back to her senses.

The corners of Rong Jiu's lips were slightly raised, and she stretched out her hand to pinch her chubby little hand, and Xiao Mi'er grabbed her finger, her big black eyes were wide open, full of smiles.

Rong Jiu moved her wrist, shook her little hand, and heard her "giggling" laughter, said to Shen Cheng: "Master, let Mu Feng check the steward of Fenglin Pavilion, as well as Mu Yan."

"En." Shen Cheng said, "In this case, the murderer is heading towards Fenglin Hall, we can just help the flames, and leave the investigation to Dali Temple."

"Ah."

Such a big incident happened in Fenglin Pavilion, the steward went to see Mu Yan overnight.

After the first murder happened, Mu Yan asked the hidden guards to spy on him secretly, but two more people died one after another. Mu Yan's face was so gloomy that it was scary.

The steward knelt on the ground, not daring to vent his breath.

There was a bit of anger on Mu Yan's face: "The Mu family has spent so much effort on cultivating them, but it's not to make them the fish of other people's knives. We must find out the truth about the murderer."

The steward held his breath and said, "The Ninth Princess has also intervened in this case, and the truth will surely come to light soon."

Mu Yan hated Rong Jiu extremely, this time, he hoped that she could catch the murderer as soon as possible.

"Shen Cheng is no longer in Dali Temple, why would she intervene in this case?"

"My subordinates don't know that the ninth princess came here with the second son. Maybe the case is too difficult. The second son asked the ninth princess for help. However, according to my subordinates, there seems to be no major progress at Dali Temple. My lord , Do you want to temporarily close the Fenglin Pavilion for a few days?"

"Closing the door for a few days, isn't it bowing to the murderer?"

"But this."

Mu Yan glanced at him coldly: "Fenglin Hall is closed, the murderer has no way to attack, how can we find him?"

Having said that, the murderer was too cunning and cruel, and he could kill two people in a row under the nose of the Mu family's secret guards. If he used everyone in Fenglin Pavilion as bait, it would be tantamount to injuring one thousand enemies and eight hundred to himself. .

Mu Yan seemed to see through the manager's mind, and said calmly: "What the truth wants is someone who can help the truth to achieve a great cause, not a waste! If it can't be used by the truth, what's the use of keeping it?"

Mu Yan's methods were iron and blood, and the manager didn't dare to say any more, so he took orders and retreated.

(End of this chapter)