The prime minister is a disciple

Chapter 9

In the early morning, the air after the rain makes people feel refreshed and comfortable, just like the cool wind blowing in the hot afternoon, which inexplicably makes people feel very good.

"Uncle and aunt, thank you for your hospitality. Mu and Mr. Yun have important things to do, so please stay soon." Mu Fuyuan thanked with a smile and wanted to keep the couple.

Yesterday he accidentally saw officers and soldiers showing imperial orders to search this remote village, but looking at the officers and soldiers who were dressed up and did not ask the local magistrates, it seemed that the queen mother had already started to find this place.

They were lucky enough to escape a search yesterday, but it doesn't mean they will be so lucky today, so let's leave here first. As for where to go, it depends on how powerful the Queen Mother is.

After all, killing Yun Fengchao is regicide, unlike killing a commoner, a country cannot be without a king for a day. She can't take Yunfeng Chao's head back to make a decision for the elders of the Manchu Dynasty, and she can't establish another king for a day.

The couple wanted to keep the two young men very much. After all, it is hard to find such a well-educated and handsome son-in-law.

They have worked hard all their lives, and their greatest pride is their two well-behaved and kind-hearted daughters. Finding a good husband-in-law for their daughter is something every parent looks forward to day and night.

Dahua and Xiaohua, who went out of the city early yesterday morning to go to the market, have not come back this morning. The woman knows that the two daughters come back late because they are playful, but they are still a little worried in their hearts. After all, they are girls. What kind of mistake, let others take advantage of it, can you still live?

I wanted the two sons to stay for one more day, so that the four young men could catch a glimpse, maybe they could catch a glimpse.

But now this idea has been wiped out. After all, they have important things to do, so you can't let them go, right?

Thinking of this, the woman felt a little angry, angry that her two daughters missed such a good opportunity for nothing.

But anger is anger, you can't take your anger out on the two young masters, can you?

"In other words, it is right that we have delayed the young master's trip. Brother Niu, are you right?" The woman secretly stepped on the man who was standing still like a piece of wood.

"Yes, yes," the dark-skinned man followed suit and said, "If you don't dislike him, you are welcome to come back someday."

Under the hearty laughter, it was the man who concealed the pain like a needle prick on the back of his foot.

As for Yun Fengchao, he hid behind Mu Fuyuan in embarrassment, intentionally or unintentionally avoiding the passionate eyes of the woman and the man.

It wasn't because I was embarrassed that I hid behind Mu Fuyuan!

His skin is not as thick as that color blank!

Looking at the woman's red and swollen eyes, Yun Fengchao's heart felt as if a heavy piece of iron was hanging on it, and even taking a breath, he felt very uncomfortable.

While the four were saying goodbye, a group of angry villagers came towards them.

The head is the village head, and the villagers following him each hold a shovel, a hoe and a wooden stick in their hands, even the children, they also take out their usual slingshots, with contempt that does not match their age written in their eyes.

"Come on! Catch these two murderers!"

As soon as the village chief finished speaking, the four tall and strong men immediately walked towards Yun Fengchao and Mu Fuyuan vigorously.

Mu Fuyuan and Yun Fengchao looked at each other suspiciously, and stood still.

They haven't killed anyone, at least they haven't killed good people. If that's the case, why should they resist?

It's better to see what medicine they sell in their gourds.

But they are not in a hurry, it doesn't mean others are not in a hurry.

"Village Chief, the two of them are my guests, how could they be..." Yan Daniu wanted to say something to defend the two, after all, it would be bad to wrong a good person.

The village chief looked at the nagging Yan Daniu with a solemn face, as if his aura had been cut by more than half when he came.

"Daniu." The village head's wrinkled face looked even older now.

"Ah...what?" Yan Daniu stopped his chattering defense, not aware of the unbearable look in the village chief's eyes.

"I want to invite you to identify a dead body..."

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Yun Fengchao and Mu Fuyuan were followed by two big men each, and under the guidance of the village chief and surrounded by the villagers, they stepped into the ancestral hall of Yan's Village.

On a tall lacquered mahogany frame, the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of Yanjia Village were placed layer by layer. Although the wooden frame was not very expensive, the solemn atmosphere in the ancestral hall and the neat and orderly furnishings showed that the village people respect their ancestors.

But at this moment, Yun Fengchao has no time to care about that, because in front of him, there are actually two corpses covered with white cloth.

The village chief added lamp oil to the small dishes in front of the gods' cards, turned around, and tore off the two pieces of white cloth heavily, and what appeared in front of him were the corpses of two women.

The clothes were torn and there were obvious signs of tearing, the face was scratched beyond recognition, and there was no evidence on the blood-stained corpse that could prove that Yun Fengchao and Mu Fuyuan were the murderers.

Yan Daniu stared straight at the two corpses, and his wife had already passed out when she saw the corpses.

Walking heavily to the side of one of the corpses, Yan Daniu took the corpse's hand with trembling hands, and slowly pulled up the sleeve at the wrist, a small silver ring appeared before everyone's eyes in amazement.

The villagers all took a deep breath, the silver rings wrapped with red strings--they will make a pleasant bell sound when they walk, and they have been worn on the wrists of big flowers and small flowers since childhood.

Lifting his head and shouting silently, Yan Daniu also fainted.

Ordering the village name to take Yan Daniu and his wife to rest, the village chief sternly shouted at Yun Fengchao and Mu Fuyuan: "What can you two deny!"

The warm and jade-like smile that always hung on Mu Fuyuan's face disappeared, replaced by unconcealable anger.

Yun Fengchao was also angry, but what he was angry with was the village head in front of him who made trouble for no reason and caused the real culprit to be at large.

"Open your eyes a little bit, and see where on the body there is evidence to prove that it was the person who was killed by us? Random guesses, do you think you are the Lord Qingtian? Even if you are, can you slander people?"

Just because Mu Fuyuan can bear it doesn't mean he can swallow this "black pot" alive.

Yelling angrily, except for the words that have been held in his heart since just now, Yun Fengchao was only panting for breath, but he didn't realize that the villagers present nodded, and they all nodded in agreement with his words.

"Of course there is evidence!" The village head roared not to be outdone.

The villagers immediately turned their eyes back to the village chief, looking nervously at the confident and confident village chief.

I hope that the village head, who has always been known as the "dead duck supporting the pot", will not hold on to his face this time...