Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 385

Regarding the downfall of the Mo family, Qin Su did not feel as deeply as Li Xuandu.

She is a person who lives every day with a knife on her head, how can she have the extra emotion to express emotion for others?
Since Li Xuandu didn't know the details of Yintang and the Mo family, Qin Su also lost interest in asking.

She is too familiar with Yintang, and her purpose of selling the big news of Yintang to Li Xuandu through Ziwei's mouth is not pure.

But these are all things to say later, with the ability of Yintang, Li Xuandu may not be able to deal with it, everything has to wait until Qin Su returns to Qingzhou, and then make plans according to the situation.

Li Xuandu's voice suddenly sounded again at this time, only he heard: "In addition to Mo Shi, the news that Ah Su asked that person to help in the investigation also has some clues."

Qin Su stopped in her tracks all of a sudden.

"Have you found any news from Yingchuan?" She asked, her face turning cold in an instant.

Li Xuandu glanced at her sideways and nodded: "Yes, there is news. Although it is not big news, it is a bit unexpected."

Qin Su's heart immediately rose, and she asked in a deep voice: "Please tell me, Li Lang. After all, this is also a matter of my Qin family. I want to hear the details."

"Okay." Li Xuandu answered one word, then reached out and patted her, with a soft voice: "A Su, don't be in a hurry, the matter is still being investigated, and what I got here is only the first wave." news."

As he spoke, he strode forward, and Qin Su followed closely behind.

On the empty snowy field, large flakes of snow fluttered one after another. Two figures, one tall and one short, gradually moved away, and the two lines of footprints left behind them were gradually covered by the heavy snow, and finally there was no trace...

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On the day of the heavy snow solar term in the 13th year of Zhongyuan, Pingcheng, the largest county in Jiangyang County, ushered in the first snow of this winter.The fine and sparse snow flakes flutter and scatter, like catkins flying in spring and falling flowers in summer, dancing in the air, sometimes being chaotically blown by the cold wind.

Looking from a distance, the unique white tile walls in Pingcheng are like a painting that has lost moisture, spreading all over the surrounding dryly, and the large areas of the roofs are covered with snow, which is only a thin layer of light white, which does not appear to be very thick. , but it lasts forever.

The eight-month-long drought in Dachen has made this southern city as dry and cold as the north. In the past, the snowy snow, warm and delicate southern atmosphere is no longer seen, let alone the "green bricks with wet shallow marks, fine snow covered with moss" The poetic feeling of "mark".

On such a winter day, it is most suitable to stay at home, light the red clay stove, warm a pot of green plum wine, cook the wine and enjoy the snow, sit around the stove with the whole family, and enjoy the unique comfort of winter together.

However, in this winter, the number of people admiring the plum blossoms and stepping on the snow in Pingcheng is obviously less, but there are quite a few people of the Han nationality who are in a hurry, holding hands and shoulders, commuting to and from the rice and grain shop, for the daily food. And running around.

These sad and miserable figures make this winter even more bleak.

Since the snow is ruthless, it still falls in the wind, completely unaware of the worries in the world.And a team of well-dressed guards, guarding a dignified four-horse cart, walked through the north gate in the sparse and continuous fine snow, and walked along the widest part of the city. A stone road, heading in the direction of the South City Gate.

There are very few pedestrians on the street, but this team of carriages and horses is very imposing at first glance. The passers-by who dare to look half an eye, they all carefully avoid it, and this wide stone road is also because of this. It seemed more spacious.

Sitting on the small couch, A Duo took a peek at the quiet road outside the car window, puffed his cheeks, and fanned the small bamboo fan in his hand dejectedly, fanning the fire in the small stove even more. On the one hand, he kept turning those bull's eyes upwards.

They have already entered the city, and they will be able to reach Da Langjun's residence within two sticks of incense. However, his family's gentleman insists on cooking a new pot of tea.

Purely tossing around, you will only rub your own servant!
With great difficulty, A Du rolled his eyes all the way, and reluctantly went to look at the fire, feeling extremely sad in his heart.

Following his lord, rewarding silver is unimaginable, but the daily work is endless, and he is often pissed off by his lord.It's really not easy for him to be a young servant living under Xue Erlang's lust/power.

At this moment, Xue Erlang and Xue Yunheng, who had just finished bullying his own servants and were refreshed, were leisurely resting their left elbow on their knees, propping up half of their chin, with their quiet phoenix eyes slightly closed, looking at the hands in their hands. a letter from

He has been in this position for a while.

The letter paper in his hand is just a very ordinary rough paper, the paper is white and yellowish, the workmanship is rough, and the raised particles on the page sometimes pass across the fingertips, making people feel uncomfortable.

However, Xue Yunheng seemed to cherish such crude letterhead, staring at the letter for a long while, as if he was in a daze.

In fact, he had already memorized the content of this letter by heart.However, he still kept his eyes on the page, as if he had developed a strong interest in the thin and single handwriting of the letter writer.

This letter was received by Xue Yunheng when he was in Dadu a month ago.

Zhou Kun, who delivered the letter, rode back to Dadu from Shangjing on a fast horse, and handed the letter to him with his own hands.

According to Zhou Kun, this letter was given by the owner of Yuanlou, and he was asked to "deliver it to Xue Erlang quickly", and specifically stated that this letter was "a gift from Mr. Dongling".

Xue Yunheng stared at this sudden gift with frowned eyes, the light and shadow in his quiet eyes were calm, and there seemed to be no waves.

This gift letter still adhered to Dongling Ye Lao's usual style, with crude words and concise meanings. There was only a cross written in the letter, saying: "Zhou, Du, Feng, Shi, etc., can be given to Huang Baipi."

In addition, there is no half-sentence reminder.

Admittedly, there is really no need for prompting.Because, the malicious meaning contained in this letter can be explained only by this cross.

Even though the malice was not aimed at the Xue family, Xue Yunheng was still a little uncomfortable when he received the letter.

Mr. Tanglin's several words of advice have always been Zhongzheng's peaceful and clear direction to the future.But the meaning of this letter is extremely strange.

It was because of some puzzlement about the weirdness of this letter that Xue Yunheng finally decided to leave Dadu and come to Pingcheng to join Xue Yunyan.

It just so happened that the case of Zhan Tian's demolition was coming to an end, Xue Yunheng had devoted as much effort to this case as Xue Yunyan, and he had already planned to come, but now it was only a few months ahead of schedule.

Thinking of this, the Cen Ji in Xue Yunheng's phoenix eyes turned cold, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

The Zhantian demolition case itself is not complicated, it was already in his expectation, he knew very early on that there must be a big person behind this case, but the only thing he didn't expect was that the timing of this case would be like this Coincidentally.

Even Xue Yunyan was a little hesitant, which shows the subtlety of the timing.

　Hehehe, take this opportunity to take Xue Er out for a walk, let him breathe, there will be Xue Da tomorrow, eh.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)