No matter if you are a human or an immortal, you can still farm for me after traveling through time!

After hearing the deer's cry, the atmosphere in the banquet hall returned to normal, with people drinking and chatting, enjoying the rare food.

After a while, the maid who went to look for the merchant who presented the painting trotted into the banquet hall, went straight to the main table, and whispered something to the governor and Zhao Liuguang's father. Judging from the maid's slightly anxious expression, something unexpected must have happened.

Could it be that the man was too drunk to come?

Li Erlang didn't want to delay any longer. There was less than half an hour left before Yue Lang was due to return. He had to say goodbye quickly and go pick Yue Lang up and take him home.

Before Li Erlang could speak, Chu Lian looked over and asked, "Do you have a friend staying in the guest room?"

Li Erlang's heart skipped a beat: "Yes."

At this time, Zhao Liuguang's father said, "Liuguang, ask someone to bring some hangover tea and go with Li Langjun to see him."

Thousands of bad thoughts flashed through Li Erlang's mind. He anxiously urged the maid to lead the way. Zhao Liuguang patted Li Erlang on the shoulder to comfort him and quickly explained, "Just now, the maid went to look for the merchant who presented the painting, but found that he was not in the banquet hall. So she sent someone to look for him. She heard someone drunk at the door of the guest room. When she went over, she found that it was the merchant."

Li Erlang gritted his teeth and walked faster and faster, wishing he could grow a pair of wings and fly over immediately.

The maid in front, who was carrying the sobering tea, was chased and started jogging with her skirt lifted up. She pointed at the corridor in front and said while panting: "It's... it's in front..."

Li Erlang immediately left Zhao Liuguang behind, strode past the maid who was leading the way, and came to the lighted room.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw water marks all over the floor. Two servants were busy cleaning up. They were shocked by Li Erlang's sudden intrusion: "Gui, what's going on, sir?"

Li Erlang looked around. The curtains on the bed were hanging as they were when he left, blocking the bed tightly. He had no idea what was going on inside, but could hear heavy snoring.

He took a few steps forward and drew aside the bed curtain. When he saw clearly that the person lying on the bed was not Ji Qingyue, his heart suddenly tightened.

At this time, Zhao Liuguang walked into the room quickly and saw that the person on the bed was not Li Erlang's friend. He turned to look at the servant kneeling on the ground and asked, "Where is the person lying on this bed?"

The servants were a little confused by the question. Wasn't the person lying on the bed? "Who are you talking about, sir? There was only one person in the room when I came in..."

The maid outside the door, who was holding the sobering tea, quickly explained: "It's not him! It turns out that the person lying on the bed is a handsome man!"

Li Erlang pressed his throbbing temple, turned around and pointed at the rich businessman on the bed: "When you came, was he the one lying on the bed?"

The servant shook his head. "When the slaves came in, he was lying on the inside of the door. There was no one on the bed, so the slaves worked together to lift him onto the bed. It was dark in the room at the time, and the slaves carrying the water didn't see him, so they tripped and spilled the water all over the floor."

Another servant pointed at something on the table and said, "This painting was also on the ground, and it was soaked by water."

Another painting!

Li Erlang unfolded the wet scroll. The painting, which was not made with good paper and ink to begin with, was now a mess. The words and paintings were blurred and black. The only intact part of the whole picture was the bright red Buddhist seal.

This mark again!

He stared at the dark screen like a madman, trying to find any trace of Ji Qingyue in it.

Others noticed that Li Erlang was emitting a terrifying low pressure at this moment. He seemed to have suddenly gone mad, lying on the scroll obsessively, as if he wanted to get into the painting.

Zhao Liuguang tried to hold him back: "Xianglang, don't worry, Jilangjun may be playing somewhere in the garden, I will send someone to look for him immediately."

Li Erlang turned his head, his eyes were red and fierce, and he looked so frightened that the maid almost couldn't stand. She trembled while holding the sobering tea, and she wanted to run out of the room immediately.

At this time, someone came running over: "Hey! Sir! Mr. Li! I found him! It seems that Mr. Ji fell asleep while enjoying the flowers!"

Although Li Erlang didn't believe that Ji Qingyue would run away by himself, he finally found him, otherwise he would have gone crazy.

When they arrived at the garden, they saw Ji Qingyue lying quietly among a sea of ​​flowers. The waterside was reflecting a glittering light and the branches of flowers were swaying.

Li Erlang went over to help the man up. When he touched Ji Qingyue's wet clothes, he was stunned for a moment, and then he carried the man on his back as if nothing had happened.

In this situation, Li Erlang no longer lingered on the feast and said goodbye to Zhao Luguang at the right time: "I will return to the northwest soon. Does Mr. Zhao have any plans?"

Zhao Liuguang and Li Erlang walked together for a while: "You know that I haven't finished my work yet. Thanks to Xianglang, the elk matter went very smoothly. I can get married to the Zhao family this year. I think I can return to the camp after next year."

"I would like to congratulate you and Miss Chu on your everlasting love and happiness."

"I will definitely spar with you when we return to the barracks!"

Li Erlang carried Ji Qingyue out of Zhao's house. The banquet was in full swing and most of the guests had not left yet. The streets were deserted after nightfall, and occasionally a few people were encountered rushing home before curfew.

Leaving Zhao's main street, Li Erlang shook the person behind him and tilted his head to look at the head leaning on his neck: "Is it time to wake up?"

The person who should have been asleep immediately opened his eyes and looked energetic, not at all drunken.

Ji Qingyue patted Li Erlang and said, "Put me down."

Li Erlang put the man down, then pulled at the clothes on his back. The place where Ji Qingyue was pressed was soaked and felt chilly. "Where did Yuelang go just now?"

Ji Qingyue and Li Erlang walked back side by side: "We went to a magical place."

"A place full of salt water?" Li Erlang pinched the tiny particles on his fingertips. As early as when he helped Ji Qingyue up in the garden, he smelled the fishy smell on Ji Qingyue's body. It was different from the smell of the lake water in the garden. This smell was light, salty and fishy, ​​so Ji Qingyue must have gone to a special place.

Looking at the starry sky, Ji Qingyue asked: "Erlang, do you know where there is a saltwater lake?"

"Saltwater lake?" Li Erlang pondered for a moment, "There are many saltwater lakes in the northwest. One I've been to is on Liancang Mountain."

"Is there an island in the middle of the lake? And is there a stone tower on the island?"

Li Erlang shook his head: "The saltwater lake on Liancang Mountain is not very big. It is more like a pond than a lake. You can see the whole lake at a glance. There is no island in the middle of the lake, nor a stone tower."

Ji Qingyue sighed: "It would be great if I could bring that painting back."

"I'm afraid it's not good." Facing Ji Qingyue's doubts, Li Erlang put his hands behind his back and said, "The painting has been soaked by water. The picture and the text have completely merged into a mass of black ink and cannot be distinguished. But if Yuelang wants it, I will go to Zhao's house tomorrow to get the painting."

Ji Qingyue did not give up and still wanted to see if he could find more clues from the painting.

On the way home, the two of them didn't speak again, but walked side by side with their own thoughts.

Ji Qingyue looked up at the sky, recalling the details he had seen in the water, and tried to use the stars to see if there was a way to determine the direction.

Unlike Ji Qingyue, Li Erlang felt particularly heavy in his heart. Firstly, he had not yet gotten over the worry that something might happen to Ji Qingyue. Secondly, he had seen the destroyed scroll with his own eyes. When he thought of Ji Qingyue living in such an easily damaged scroll, which was made of the same inferior paper and ink as that scroll, he felt very uneasy, even before he thought deeply about the consequences of the scroll being destroyed.

The two of them returned to their rented place, and not long after entering the door, Ji Qingyue suddenly disappeared from the spot.

After returning to the painting, Ji Qingyue wanted to take a quick shower and then discuss today's events with Li Erlang.

During his nearly one month stay in Jiangnan, Ji Qingyue slowly decorated the new house, compacted the mud and laid stone bricks, and then furnished it with furniture bit by bit. After returning from the mountains, Li Erlang took back the customized doors and windows. Now the empty spaces on the wall are equipped with glazed doors and windows, which looks particularly bright.

After a few rains, the planted bamboos grew wildly and became a bamboo forest. The mature bamboos were cut down and processed into water pipes. In the time to come, water can be led from the waterfall to the kitchen, and getting water will no longer be so troublesome.

Because there was no need to supply goods, Ji Qingyue did not grow any vegetables these days. Instead, he grew a small amount of grain. The empty land was used to grow cotton. When he thought about picking cotton for some time in the future, he felt his hands hurt in advance.

In addition to decorating the new house, Ji Qingyue also bought more seeds, both new and old. For rice alone, he collected more than ten different types of seeds: tiger palm rice, purple awn rice, red awn rice, green taro rice, cicada rice, etc. He classified them, wrote down their names, and packed them up, to be experimented with later. He did not seek to grow hybrid rice like the great scientists of our time, he just wanted to grow more and better rice.

Two hours had passed since he finished taking a shower and hanging out his clothes. He finally washed off the stickiness on his body and felt refreshed.

The weather in the south of the Yangtze River in September was still quite hot. Ji Qingyue, with his hair loose and wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and a pair of wooden clogs, walked to the bridge carrying a plate of grapes that had just been picked in the afternoon. Li Erlang had been waiting for a long time.

Ji Qingyue kept a bunch of grapes for himself and then passed the plate away. "You haven't told me what Zhou Mengsong's purpose is in coming over here."

Li Erlang took the plate. The grapes were plump and looked delicious with water droplets on them. He picked one up and put it in his mouth, chewing it with the skin, and finally spitting out the seeds.

Sweet, so sweet!

"Yue Lang, you know that I am suspicious by nature. I always think of the worst outcome for everything." The scroll was hung on the wall of the bedroom. Li Erlang sat in front of the painting, occasionally picking a grape and putting it into his mouth. "Although I don't know who is behind Mr. Zhou, the person who sits in the position of county magistrate is definitely not innocent in this matter. I believe Miss Lu also thinks so."

"I've been thinking..." Li Erlang chewed a grape, "After this incident, Lord Zhou has become a target, and the biggest function of a target is to provide cover. Maybe Lord Zhou left Shandan to protect the people or things left there."

Ji Qingyue had never thought about it this way. He recalled the conversation with Zhou Mengsong bit by bit: "You mean, Zhou Mengsong is testing whether we have found the people or things they left in Shandan? Why did you suddenly mention the house? Do you think they care about the house?"

Li Erlang himself hadn't completely sorted out his thoughts: "That was just a thought that suddenly flashed through my mind at the time. After all, the only connection between us and Master Zhou is that house. He knows a lot about you and me, and he must have left his confidants in Shandan. He must also know that we have been close to County Magistrate Hong recently. Testing you and me is not nothing but testing County Magistrate Hong."

Ji Qingyue was stunned after listening to this. He could sum it up in one sentence: the Zhou family had impure intentions and were not necessarily good people.

"Where's Yuelang? What happened to you after I left?"

Speaking of this, Ji Qingyue took out the dagger that he had hidden in his boot when he came back and handed it to Li Erlang, asking him to see if there was anything special about it.

Li Erlang put down the plate and went under the candle to carefully examine the short but very sharp dagger. In the end, he concluded that it was just an ordinary paper cutter. The only thing that could be seen was that the dagger was not well preserved.

"Although this dagger is well maintained, you can still see traces of salt corrosion." Some stone scale is hidden in the seams on the dagger's handle that are difficult to clean. The scale that is scraped off can be easily rubbed into fine pieces, similar to salt grains. "Salt scale is also formed at the interface between the handle and the handle. When you hold the knife, you don't touch that place. It seems more like it was formed by frequent cleaning with salt water."

"More importantly, the blade width of this dagger is much narrower than other daggers. This was not intentionally designed when the knife was made, but it was sharpened over the years, which made the blade narrower and narrower." Combined with the important clue that the lake that Ji Qingyue fell into was a saltwater lake, "the man stayed there for a long time."

Ji Qingyue searched his trouser pocket and handed the note over: "And this one."

Second kill of Yang Huang.

Li Erlang's heart sank. A courageous and knowledgeable general held a very high position in his heart. Who wanted to kill him?

Ji Qingyue felt that it was difficult: "We don't know General Yang's whereabouts, so we can't know where he will be and when he will take action..."

Second kill of Yang Huang... Second...?

Li Erlang stared at the four words on the note: "The second one is Yang Huang, the first one... could it be Miss Lu?"

Ji Qingyue had also guessed this, but it was of no use. The incident had already passed. If Miss Lu herself had not found out that the incident was related to this person, then they would have no way to prove that the person had wanted to kill Miss Lu.

He hated himself for not having the observation skills like Li Erlang. If he were Li Erlang, he would be able to see the appearance of the woman on the boat clearly even if he was on the top of the high tower. Unlike him, he didn't see any key details except distinguishing between men and women.

"Don't blame yourself, Yuelang. We already know enough now." Li Erlang tore off a piece of cloth, wrapped the dagger and returned it to Ji Qingyue. "Whether she is the mastermind of the assassination of the emperor or not, just based on this note, it can be shown that she is involved in the assassination of the royal family, so... her identity is definitely not simple."

Surrounded by mountains, saltwater lakes, stone pagodas, Buddha statues...

Ji Qingyue also speculated: "A woman, staying alone in such a desolate place, looks like imprisonment."

Imprisonment… ?

"Yue Lang, I have a way to find out General Yang's whereabouts!"