The Lord God of Fast Transmigration Raiders

He and the imperial concubine happily folded paper cranes for a day, had a pleasant meal, and then happily discussed the topic of Ning Ye.

Satisfied, Qin Si went back with the little book boy.

"Your Majesty seems to like Mr. Xie very much." The maid beside Li Shuwan came in and brought her a basin of water.

Li Shuwan put her hand inside and washed it, and the maid took a clean handkerchief and wiped it slowly.

Like?Probably?

On Xie Shaojun's body, she found unprecedented relaxation.

The servant girl let go of her hand and went out with the water.

Li Shuwan walked to the ground where the paper cranes were piled up, squatted down, stretched out her hand and touched them with her fingers, the paper crane trembled slightly, and Li Shuwan's bright red lips curled up, "Hong Luo."

An unremarkable woman stood behind her.

Li Shuwan got up and looked back at her, "Help me put away these paper cranes, I really want to see if a thousand paper cranes can make a wish."

The woman said yes.

Li Shuwan laughed out loud, she put her fingers in front of her eyes, peach blossoms and Kodans came into view, her charming Danfeng eyes were raised, and she said softly: "It's so beautiful." At the end, she said with some regret: "It's just that the last touch is missing."

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The carriage left the palace, Qin Si lazily yawned, he leaned on the soft pillow on the sedan chair, the incense was lit in the carriage, the smell was so relaxing that he closed his eyes slightly

Take a nap.

Suddenly there was a violent jolt, and Qin Si's head hit the wood, causing him to grin his teeth in pain.

The curtain of the car was lifted, and the little book boy panicked: "My lord, something has happened! A family here has been wiped out, people are blocking the carriage, and the carriage cannot pass!"

Kill the door?

He frowned slightly, and covered his forehead with his hand, "Which family is it that killed the family?"

"Zhao Shilang's house." The little book boy said.

Qin Si jumped out of the carriage and looked up.

Sure enough, there were a lot of people, all of them were ordinary people. The imperial guards surrounded the Li family's mansion to prevent people from entering, but the corpses laying flat outside made people look at them, and it was really cold all over their bodies.

He thought for a while, then turned to the book boy and said, "Come with me."

The little book boy let out an ah.

Qin Si glared at him, "Just follow me."

The little bookboy scratched his head and said, "Oh, then he pointed to the coachman driving the horse, "What about them?"

"Wait until the people leave, and they go back to the house." Qin Sidao.

All the troops in the Southern Dynasty were basically controlled by Ning Ye, and he had Ning Ye's badge on him.

When Qin Si walked to the gate of the Zhao Mansion, the imperial guards stopped him and said solemnly: "No major murders are allowed inside."

Qin Si took out Ning Ye's badge, they looked at each other, and retreated respectfully.

It seems that Ning Ye's prestige is really extraordinary, Qin Si admired in his heart, put away the token, and walked in with the little book boy.

Zhao Shilang's family looks quite rich.

The courtyard is very large, clean and tidy, but now corpses can be seen everywhere, and the smell of blood is so thick that it cannot be ignored. The corpses displayed outside are nothing compared to those inside.

The little book boy was terrified beside him, hugged his shoulders and shuddered, "Mr...Mr., let's go out."

Qin Si looked at him, "Whatever you are afraid of, you are dead, not alive."

The little Shutong was still very scared when he said that, and the little Shutong swallowed, "There are more than two hundred people in the Zhao family, and they are all dead now. The murderer is really too cruel, if...if he is still here."

Qin Si was helpless, "What do you want to do so much, look for it for me, and see if there is anyone alive."

"Look...look for it!" The little book boy opened his eyes wide and shouted in disbelief: "My lord, are you kidding me!"

Qin Si squatted down and put his fingers under the nose of a servant. He was breathless and dead. He looked up at the little book boy, "Then you go out first and I will look for it myself."

The little book boy quickly shook his head, how could he leave his young master alone in such a place, so he also squatted down, carefully searching for it.

After searching for half an hour, the little book boy was tired and scared, "My lord, there is probably no one alive."

"Look again." Qin Si said.

Aggrieved, the little book boy turned over another corpse.

It was a young man, dressed in Tsing Yi, with delicate features, and looked about fourteen or fifteen years old. The moment the little book boy touched his body, his fingertips felt like they were burning.

He almost screamed, closed his eyes and put his finger under the boy's nose, and finally couldn't help shouting, "Master! It's alive!"

Qin Si stepped in front of him and put his finger on it, "It's really alive." He withdrew his hand, looked at the boy's body and fell silent, "Take him back."

"By the way, let someone check his identity."

Xiao Shutong hummed for a moment, the burning sensation just now still had lingering fears in his heart, he carefully probed, and after confirming that it was all right, he hugged the boy easily.

The search was almost finished, and it seemed that this one was still alive. Qin Si finally looked around, "Let's go out, and the Imperial Guards, Dali Temple, Xingbu and Yushitai will take care of the rest themselves."

"it is good."

The little book boy agreed.

When the two left Zhao Shilang's house, the leader of the Imperial Guard stepped forward, "Mr. Xie, this is?"

Qin Si said: "The only living person who survived inside, I will take him back first and let the doctor look at him. If you want to investigate the case then, just ask someone from me."

The leader of the Imperial Guard hesitated.

Qin Si threw out Ning Ye's token and said with a smile, "Is it not possible?"

The leader of the Imperial Guard paused for a moment, and made way for Qin Si.

Ning Ye's token is so useful, Qin Si thought silently.

Then he took the little book boy and the boy in Tsing Yi back home with pride.

In the evening, Qin Si learned about the young man in Tsing Yi.

Zhao Yigu.

The child born to the foot-washing girl next to Mrs. Zhao's family.

Zhao Shilang, who was superstitious since he was born, was sent to be a medicine man, and he was picked up by Zhao Shilang only a day or two ago.

"Medicine man?" Qin Si frowned.

"Yes, medicine man, there are two types of medicine man. One is cultivated with medicinal food from an early age. Meat can live a long life and cure diseases after medicine. The other is cultivated with poison, which is highly poisonous. If people touch it, they will be corroded into blood."

Qin Si remembered that his little book boy seemed to be fine when he met that boy, the former one?

"Looks like monk meat." Qin Si felt that there was something wrong with his saliva secretion system.

The system slapped him on the face, "Don't want to eat everything you see, whoever you see who wants to eat Tang's monk meat will end well?"

Qin Si thought about it, and it was true, but it was a pity that he dismissed this idea.

At this time, the little book boy came in, "My lord, he's awake."

Qin Si nodded.

The man beside him who answered his question just now took out a letter from his pocket, "This is what the master asked to bring to Xie Langjun."

Ning Ye's?

Qin Si put aside the matter of the young man in Tsing Yi, he reached out to take it, turned around and unpacked it, and spread it on the table.

On the light yellow paper was Ning Ye's cursive writing with a strong brush on the back of the paper, and there was only a few sentences on it - I missed you.

The trailing end of that word is quite resentful.

Qin Si silently said in his heart that I miss you too.

His heart was sweet and astringent, he grabbed the paper and crumpled it into a lump, pretending to be calm and stuffed it into his bosom, "I received it."

"Thank you." He called the little bookboy by name, "Bring me a pen and paper."

The little book boy said: "Okay."

He went to fetch paper and pen for Qin Si, and Qin Si sat at the desk by the window and rolled up his sleeves to rub the ink.

The ink is the best ink, and when it was finished, the little book boy brought the pen and paper.

Holding the brush, Qin Si began to write back to Ning Ye crookedly.

He can write calligraphy with a pen and a ballpoint pen quite well, but for some reason, he can’t learn calligraphy with a brush, even after experiencing several ancient worlds. people.

This writing lasted until night, and when it got dark, the little book boy lit a candle for him.

Qin Si's face was splattered with ink, and there was a large black spot on his sleeve.

He wrote it up, and since Ning Ye left, he wrote down everything one by one, including how many times he went to the toilet, what kind of food he ate, what he liked, and what he used in the mansion. What property, and of course the matter of going to the imperial concubine to make paper cranes, has been written in several chapters.

The fonts were horrible, and it took a lot of effort to barely recognize them, and some of them were rubbed black by Qin Si's sleeves, making it impossible to see clearly.

The little book boy couldn't bear to look directly at him.

Ning Ye let the man who stayed behind to protect Qin Si frowned fiercely.

"That..." A gentle and clear voice suddenly sounded, and Qin Si's momentum of swiping his brush was interrupted. The brush was pressed heavily on the paper. He looked up and saw a person standing outside the door.

Because it was not very clear to see backwards, he tilted his head back and turned to look.

The writing brush was thrown away by him, and a stream of ink was splashed on the paper. The young man in Tsing Yi outside the door just poked his head out, looking very scared.

His face was still pale and bloodless, with one hand on the door, "Did you save me?"

Qin Si pointed to his little book boy, "It's him."

The little book boy said, "My lord asked me to save you."

So it was Qin Si who saved him.

"Can I come in?" The young man asked politely.

Qin Si said, "You can do whatever you want."

The boy hesitated for a while, then let go of the hand holding the door, and walked in slowly.

As soon as he came in, Qin Si's eyes lit up!

The handsome young lady!

The skin is so tender!The eyes are so bright!The figure is so slim!Good waist!Good temperament!

The face is also good-looking!

He hurriedly turned around, picked up the brush and wrote the last sentence on the paper: Ning Ye, I saved a really good-looking boy.

Then he put down the brush, folded all the papers together, took a long breath, and handed it to the man beside him, "For Ning Ye!"

The man's face was not very good-looking, "Xie Langjun, it must not be dry yet..."

Qin Si looked at him with kind eyes that cared for the mentally retarded, "Wouldn't it be okay to put it on the kang for a while?"

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