The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 145

It was already late at night when Qing Moyan and the others returned to Shifang Town from Qingshui Village.

There has never been a curfew in Shifang Town. The herb pickers often leave the town for a few days and nights in the forest, not sure when they will come back, so even at night, the town is brightly lit.

In order to let the herbal pickers who return at night in the forest can see the lights of the town and not get lost.

Qing Moyan spoke very little on the way back, and Ru Xiaonan sensitively noticed that his emotions were a little chaotic.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

After finally getting the news of the ghost grass, I didn't expect to encounter another problem in the end.

"Qing Moyan, why don't we go secretly to gather ghost weeds." Ru Xiaonan leaned over and whispered, "Anyway, we have Qianshang here, and my eyes can see at night, so I will definitely help you find ghost weeds." of."

It's not that Qing Moyan hasn't thought of this method, but he still doesn't know who the so-called poisonous lady is, so he needs to send someone to find out first.

According to Fu Quanshan of Qingshui Village, this woman should be extremely cruel and vicious, and he must prepare a perfect plan before he can act.

Back at the house, everyone changed their clothes and washed their clothes. Before they could rest, someone knocked on the gate outside.

"My lord!" Xuan Yu whispered outside the door.

"what's up?"

"Someone sent a message, please go to the banquet with the little madam." Xuanyu came in to deliver the message, looking a little uneasy.

Ru Xiaonan was yawning sleepily, but she was still trying to hold her eyelids.

Who would invite guests to dinner so late?
Qing Moyan was taken aback when she got the post.

"Madam Poison?"

Ru Xiaonan shuddered, all drowsiness disappeared immediately.

"Who?" She didn't know Ye Xiaguo's writing, and couldn't understand what was written on the post.

Qing Moyan carefully looked at the post in her hand, "What kind of person is here to deliver the post?"

"Looks like he's a Lianjiazi." Xuanyu thought, "Waiting outside, he said that his wife must invite you over."

Qing Moyan narrowed her eyes slightly.

Before he had time to send someone to investigate her, the other party came to her door first.

Is this a mistake?Or did they accidentally disclose some news...

"Young master?" Xuanyu saw Qing Moyan staring at the post in a daze, and called out in a low voice, "Are you really going?"

"Of course." Qing Moyan stood up.

"I'm going too!" Ru Xiaonan hurriedly jumped off the bed.

In fact, to be honest, she didn't want to go. At this time, it was the most correct choice to sleep on the bed.

But Mrs. Du has named her by name, if she doesn't go... She doesn't want to be like those people in Qingshui Village, and finally be washed by this poisonous woman's blood.

Qing Moyan pinched her face, and there was some relief in her smile.

Changing her clothes again, Qing Moyan took Ru Xiaonan into the carriage, and followed the servant-like sender to Mrs. Du's place.

You can see the night view outside from the car window.

There are countless lanterns hanging on both sides of the streets in Shifang Town, and there is an open-air trading market in the center of the town.

Even at night, some merchants who purchase medicinal materials come and go, and some herbal collectors come back overnight, because there are not many of them, they simply sell the medicinal materials directly here.

The carriage drove through the center of the town and continued on.

The busy scene began to become deserted.

Even the lanterns on both sides of the street gradually became scarce, and the night was like a dark curtain, wrapping everything up.

In the darkness, Ru Xiaonan's cat eyes gleamed, she shrank towards Qing Moyan.

"What did you see?" Qing Moyan asked.

Since he saw the world in her eyes that day, he was deeply concerned about her sudden abnormal behavior.

"A lot of resentment." Ru Xiaonan whispered, "It's a bit cold."

In late autumn, the night was already a little cold.

Qing Moyan pulled the thin cloak to cover her.

The carriage turned into a forest path, the leaves above the head were rustling by the night wind.

"The guests have arrived." A low voice came from the front.

The carriage stopped.

Ru Xiaonan followed Qing Moyan out of the carriage, and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing, with a strong smell of rust in the wind.

Leaning closer to Qing Moyan, the cold feeling is better.

Sure enough, the most feared by all kinds of evil things are those who are more ruthless than them.

Qing Moyan reached out to wrap her arms around her shoulders, what she didn't know was that, similarly, he also liked her approaching.

There is too much blood on his hands, sometimes even he himself is numb, but when he is with little things, he will forget the original self.

The heavy mansion door opened to both sides, revealing a clear passage in the middle.

Ru Xiaonan looked back anxiously.

This time they only brought three entourages, Xuan Yu, and two other dead soldiers who pretended to be servants.

Because the identity of the other party is unknown, it is not easy for them to make it too obvious.

After entering the gate of the mansion, two young men dressed as servants led the way in front of them.

They did not go directly into the main hall living room, but were led to the backyard instead.

The gloomy stone lanterns were dimmed in the night wind. Qing Moyan and others walked to the end of the road and saw a moon gate.

There are also two men dressed as guards waiting here.

"Young Master Qing, please come inside." The two took over from the boy who was leading the way, and led them to continue walking into the depths of the courtyard.

There are bright candles in the room, and the bright light is a bit dazzling.

The air is filled with the mellow aroma of wine and the clear and charming laughter of the woman.

The guard opened the door.

The first thing that catches the eye is the spacious room, with a low couch on the floor and various dishes on the table.

Leaning on the front seat was a mature woman who looked to be in her 30s, coquettish and intoxicating, with a seductive charm at the end of her long and narrow eyes.

Beside her, there were four young men waiting on the left and right. Although they were all dressed in brocade clothes, there was no expression on their faces.

They all sat there dumbly, letting the mature woman tease them constantly.

"Young Master Qing is too slow." Putting down the wine cup, the woman squinted at them.

Qing Moyan stood still and did not answer.

"Sit down." The woman pointed to the empty seat beside her.

Qing Moyan sat down in her robe, and Ru Xiaonan leaned next to him.

In this ghost place, she really didn't want to be too far away from Qingmoyan. In the eyes of others, the wine and wine here are delicious, but in her eyes, this place is an existence darker than purgatory.

The scattered grievances were entangled in one place, flying over from time to time, close to her face.

Xuan Yu and the others frowned secretly.

Although they couldn't see what Ru Xiaonan saw, this room gave them an extremely dangerous feeling, as cold as a prison in Dali Temple.

"Young Master Qing, don't you want to know why I invited you over in the middle of the night?" The woman laughed, her red lips showing all her charm.

"Who are you?" Qing Moyan spat out three words lightly.

Ru Xiaonan secretly twitched her lips and sighed: Pull!
"Shut up! Don't be unreasonable in front of our wife!" Before the woman opposite could speak, the guard standing behind them said angrily.

"You are Mrs. Poison?" Qing Moyan tugged at the corner of her cold mouth.

Mrs. Du smiled slightly and raised her hand at the same time.

There was a scream from behind.

Ru Xiaonan trembled in fright, turned her head, and saw that the guard who had just yelled at them had been dragged out of the door.

Until the door was closed, heart-piercing screams could still be heard outside from time to time.

"Don't worry, everyone, I just hate talkative servants." Mrs. Du smiled nonchalantly, full of coquettishness.

(End of this chapter)