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Zhou Lanmu didn't make a sound, and took the sign again. Chu Shao glanced at it and recognized it immediately: "This thing is the benefactor order of the girls in the brothel in Rongyinfang."

He pondered and said: "If you can get the benefactor order, you must be a girl with a head and a face. Low-level prostitutes are mixed, and they won't have this thing in their hands."

Zhou Lanmu ignored him, but suddenly laughed.

Chu Shao asked, "What are you laughing at?"

"It says 'Qin Lang save me', and there are silver snow knife marks on Wei Qiange's neck," Zhou Lanmu murmured, "How many masters with the surname Qin are there among the parrot guards?"

Chu Shao lowered his eyes and thought, and was startled: "Qin Mu?"

He looked at the sign in his hand over and over again, and said: "It's not enough, Qin Mu is the parrot guard supervisor, would he be so stupid as to kill someone with a saber Yinxue? Isn't this exposing himself?"

"It is precisely because he is the supervisor and the high-level parrot guard that he is so arrogant that he uses the silver snow knife to kill people." Zhou Lanmu said indifferently, "Yin Xue's knife is so fast that ordinary people can't see the difference between it and ordinary knives. , if I hadn't suffered that knife, I probably wouldn't have noticed it..."

He sighed, and suddenly said: "Yuan Jia, is Qin Mu the eldest son?"

Chu Shao was startled, and replied, "Yes."

"Then this is the only way to go about this matter," Zhou Lanmu conveniently put the corner of his clothes into his sleeve, and said helplessly, "I'm not sure about the knife edge, Wei Qiange has nothing to do with Qin Musu, Where are we going to find evidence?"

"But... if you cover him up, how should you explain to the Wei family?" Chu Shao understood what he meant, since Qin Mu was Qi Lang's subordinate, he wanted to protect this person for Qi Lang to show his loyalty , "Are you going to find a scapegoat elsewhere?"

"It's just that Wei Qiange fell in love with this woman and was coaxed out of Zhongyang by her, but unfortunately died in the river of death." Zhou Lanmu shook his head, got up and walked out, "Mr. Wei is really unlucky. where."

"However, if Qin Mu really killed him, how did the two of them come to Death River?" Chu Shao quickly took two steps to catch up with him, "Why did you come to Death River?"

Zhou Lanmu thought for a while, then turned around and replied: "I don't know why it is Shichuan... But I have heard that Qin Mu seems to be born in Shichuan. Maybe he has relatives in Shichuan. What about disposing of the corpse. After all, Mr. Wei is a famous person in Zhongyang, if he died at the feet of the emperor, the matter would not be so easy to solve now."

After he finished speaking, he happened to walk up to the dying Chen Ping, and kindly added another sentence: "Ah, I almost forgot, Mr. Chen, don't worry, the body left here will not rot for a while, and it will definitely let you Burial decently."

Shichuan has been very uneasy recently.

Mr. Chen of Zhao Sin Division died strangely overnight in the morgue. It is said that he was assassinated, and a man surnamed Yu who had a good relationship with him appeared in his house inexplicably and was listed as the primary suspect. Go to prison.

The members of the Wei clan came late two days later, Chu Shao and Zhou Lanmu went low-key to meet them at the gate of the city, but they didn't expect Wei Cheng to come to Shichuan in person to welcome his only son back to Zhongyang.

Wei Cheng politely followed the two to find the body of his son, and asked the two of them about their investigation results in grief.The conclusion he got was the same as what he heard in Zhongyang, so he didn't continue to entangle.

After all, he knows what kind of virtue his son is, let alone vent his anger on the two people in front of him.

Although he used to look down on the members of the Zhou clan, but now there is only one person left in the whole clan, so there is no need to care about it.As for Chu Shao... This person does whatever he wants, so naturally he will not provoke him if he can.

It's just that when he was tearfully instructing people to carry Wei Qiange's body back to the inn, and planned to leave directly for Zhongyang the next day, Zhou Lanmu actually came to his side and saluted gracefully.

Wei Cheng knew that Wei Shuqing hated this person deeply, so his tone was a bit contemptuous: "What's the matter, Mr. Zhou?"

Zhou Lanmu glanced at Chu Shao, who was talking with others, and said in a low voice, "Can I take a step to talk?"

Wei Cheng didn't know what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd, but seeing his serious face, he couldn't help but walked a few steps with him, and found a quiet place: "If you have something to say, you can speak directly."

Zhou Lanmu quietly took a corner of the garment from his sleeve, and said vaguely: "I found this on the body of the woman next to Mr. Wei, and I didn't dare to let General Xiao Chu see it. Now I will leave it to you."

Wei Cheng looked at the blood on the corner of his clothes, and asked in amazement, "What does this mean?"

"I saw the fatal wound of Young Master Ling. If I am not mistaken, it is the wound of Yinxue knife, and it must have been done by a master. I found the corner of the clothes and thought of who it was, but I didn't dare to let General Xiao Chu know. "Zhou Lanmu looked back again, and then said earnestly, "You lost your son in middle age, I feel very uncomfortable when I see it, and I don't feel at ease if I don't tell you the murderer. You know, don't make it public, in case you let Mr. Qi Zhang found out that Mr. Ling's revenge will not be avenged."

"You mean... Qin Mu?" Wei Cheng followed the meaning of his words and thought of who it was, "But Qin Duxing has no grievances or enmity with my son..."

"There are many people who kill for love and love in ancient times. The key lies in the corpse next to Mr. Ling," Zhou Lanmu replied quickly, "I smell winter plum powder on the woman's corpse. If you don't believe it, go back and ask someone to kill you." Check - fifty boxes of winter plum powder, is there a box of Qin Duxing, or is there any smell of this thing on some of Qin Duxing's clothes, the fragrance of this thing is not easy to detect, and he probably won't be able to find it himself."

Seeing his determination, Wei Cheng couldn't help but believe in him, and his face darkened: "My poor son, if he really did it..."

"This man is the eldest son's confidant, you must not miss the news, or you will not be able to take revenge." Zhou Lanmu said sincerely, "I am now living under the eldest son's hand, and I dare not speak for Ling, but I beg you For the sake of what you said, please speak kindly for me in front of Duke Wei."

"It's easy to talk about it," Wei Cheng clenched the corner of his clothes, and patted his shoulder, "If this is true, don't worry."

After Zhou Lanmu left, he thought about it, and felt that what this person said was extremely credible, and while he was getting annoyed, Chu Shao also moved closer, and stuffed him with a box of winter plum powder.

"Qian Ge is my good brother, and this thing is my dedication to him." Chu Shao said in a low voice, "Although Qin Mu is a member of the eldest son, he has always been at odds with me. Wan must avenge Qian Ge."

If it was said that there was still some disbelief in the past, once Chu Shao said it, he couldn't help it.

Wei Cheng thought for a while, and suddenly realized that although these two people were traveling together, and both belonged to the eldest son, they also had their own secrets - Zhou Lanmu wanted to offend both sides, so he sold his face to get a favor from Wei Shuqing; Chu Shao, on the other hand, hated Qin Mu and wanted to take the opportunity to avenge himself.

In this way, he unexpectedly found out the real culprit.

Wei Cheng summoned his subordinates with a gloomy expression, gave a few instructions in a low voice, and his subordinates took the orders and left the room swiftly.

After the matter was settled, Zhou Lanmu was in a good mood, and at night he took Chu Shao out of the inn where the members of the Wei clan were staying, and went drinking with Bai Canglang.

Knowing that the two were going back to Zhongyang, Bai Canglang finally found another excuse to drink. He got drunk at Zheyaolou, the largest restaurant in Shichuan, and drew his own sword when he got up.

Fortunately, there were few people on the second floor. If the Zhuoying sword was drawn in the crowded hall on the first floor, the three of them might not be able to chat freely.

Chu Shao is in a good mood today, and he drank more with him, and his eyes are a little blurred at the moment: "Sure enough, I always have a lot to talk to people who like to drink—Brother Bai, today you and I speculate, can there be a way to help us enjoy it?"

Bai Canglang narrowed his long and narrow eyes, flicked his slender fingers on the sword, and made a long and swaying sound, he said incoherently: "You two... hit it off! Today I will sing for you two! "

He was the most free and unrestrained person, so when he got up, he said without hesitation: "Don't you see...the dead man has no day and night, I am a lonely guest in the sky, why do you go down to the sky for the king?"

After reading these two sentences, he shook his head suddenly: "This is not good, it's not festive or festive, in other words... I can't remember, Xiaolan, tell me."

Zhou Lanmu's body is not yet fully recovered, and he did not drink alcohol today.After hearing Bai Canglang's words, he didn't refuse. He put down the teacup in his hand, thought for a moment, and then read with a smile: "Don't you see... Zhang Han in Wuzhong called Dasheng, and the autumn wind suddenly recalled Jiang Dongxing. Let's have a drink before his death." Wine, why do you need to be famous for thousands of years?"

"Okay!" Bai Canglang praised without thinking before he finished reading, "Qi Le had a glass of wine before his death, did you hear me, Xiao Chu, have another glass!"

The two exchanged glasses and drank each other to the point where they didn't know what to do, and finally passed out on the wine table.Zhou Lanmu came back to his senses and saw that the two of them were lying motionless on the table, and couldn't help laughing: "Hey..."

As soon as he called out, he felt someone standing beside the table.

Looking up, he saw a very strange face. The man standing by the table was very young, with a complicated braid and a high ponytail, decorated with feathers at the end, which was quite foreign - that face was also quite There is a foreign style, high nose and deep eyes, looking handsome and indifferent.

Zhou Lanmu felt that he looked familiar, but couldn't remember where he saw him, so he asked very politely, "Who are you looking for?"

The man frowned at him, and it took a long time before he replied in very unskilled Mandarin: "I'll come to see you... Crown Prince Chengyang."

Zhou Lanmu's expression changed immediately. He looked back at the two sleeping people on the table, their faces flickering under the candlelight: "Who are you?"

"My name in your Chinese family is Fu Yunming." The man smiled slightly and continued to reply awkwardly, during which he read a foreign dialect that Zhou Lanmu didn't understand, "Crown Prince Wan'an, we will meet again .”

He seemed to have come alone, and he didn't intend to stay for a long time, so he turned around and was about to leave.

Zhou Lanmu caught a sharp glimpse of the Nishino long knife on the man's waist, and the hand holding the handle of the knife intentionally or unintentionally when he walked with him.

The thick layer of calluses on the hands showed the master's martial arts, and now that the two of them were drunk, he dared to come alone because he was so determined that he couldn't move his hands.

Zhou Lanmu sat on the chair without moving, staring at him as he walked out of the restaurant step by step.Before he had time to think about who this person was, he heard Chu Shao, who was drunk beside him, let out a muffled raving.

"Yuan Jia, what did you say?"

Zhou Lanmu thought that he wanted to drink water, so he moved closer to listen. While breathing out the alcohol, he heard the other party calling again vaguely.

"Brother... brother."