Nongmen Shenjue

Yan Lang was also worried this day.

He came to the inn early in the morning, but was told that Mu Qingyan was resting, and he came two more times near noon, but the door of the other party's room was still closed.The prefect was in a hurry and sent people to remind him several times. Gao Tian said that Mu Qingyan was injured and he was still awake.

Yan Lang didn't know what was going on, but he understood that something had really happened to Mu Qingyan, otherwise it would be impossible for him to lie in the room without showing his face.

Fortunately, he left someone at the inn, and when Liu sent a letter at dusk, he rushed over immediately.

Standing in front of the concealed guest room door, Yan Lang hesitated a little, and listened intently, the room was quiet, only the sound of one person's breathing: "Mr. Mu?"

"Brother Yan, please come in." Mu Qingyan was resting with his eyes closed, and opened his eyes only when he heard someone coming.

Yan Lang pushed the door open and entered.

Mu Qingyan lived in a Tianzihao room. The room was spacious and furnished warmly and comfortably. There was a room and a living room separated by a partition, and there was also a small "washroom".

The first thing Yan Lang saw when he entered the door was the small hall, the table in the middle was covered with emerald green tablecloths, besides the tea tray, there was also a pot of delicate and beautiful roses.The fragrance of the flowers was faint, but he could still smell the white medicine in the air. What's more, when he turned around and walked towards the bedroom, the first thing he saw was not the person on the bed, but a large clothes hanger on the hanger beside the bed. Red gown.

Can he not know whose it is.

Yan Lang instinctively took a second look, but didn't think much about it.

"Brother Mu, where are you injured? Why is your face so ugly?" When Yan Lang saw Mu Qingyan, he was really shocked. He didn't expect his face to be so pale, and he looked so weak that he couldn't even get out of bed.

"It's okay, actually... I'm sick." Mu Qingyan lied, and changed the topic: "I can't move for the time being, and the magistrate depends on you. I got a clue. I threatened Wang Dagou to do it back then. The person who perjured him is Fan Wenjin! He was originally a person who had nothing to do with the case, but he was involved in it, so he must have a purpose. I suspect he knows the whereabouts of Yang Sanniang, I believe, you can find out by asking."

"Fan Wenjin?!" Yan Lang was surprised and delighted, and nodded immediately: "Don't worry, leave this matter to me. Don't worry about it, so that you can recuperate, and I will tell you when someone is arrested."

Originally, Yan Lang was a little curious about the relationship between Mu Qingyan and Wen Jixue, but in the end he didn't ask.

When he got up to leave, he found that Wen Jixue came in at some time, and he didn't notice it at all.

"Master Wen." Yan Lang greeted him, and left after seeing that the other party had nothing to say.

Wen Jixue came over with a bowl, stirred it with a spoon, and the aroma of food emitted from the bowl: "Pork porridge, put some vegetables, it tastes good."

A bowl of rice porridge made from fine japonica rice, stewed crispy lean pork, chopped vegetables, boiled out of rice oil, very fragrant.

Mu Qingyan slept for a long time, he was indeed hungry, and his mouth was dull, if he had sweet porridge, he would definitely have no appetite, but this salty porridge was rich in taste, and it was just right for him to eat.

He raised the pillow and leaned against it, Wen Jixue rejected his idea of ​​eating by himself, and fed him mouthful by mouthful.

Mu Qingyan was still a little uncomfortable, and said, "I still have some strength in my hands."

Wen Jixue sneered: "Really?"

Mu Qingyan felt guilty for no reason, and simply stopped talking.

After finishing a bowl of porridge, Mu Qingyan let out a hiccup and fell asleep again.This is not normal for other people. After all, he has only slept for a day and a night. How could he still be sleepy?But for Mu Qingyan, his mental strength was exhausted, and sleep was the best way to recuperate.

Wen Jixue took a basin of warm water and wiped his hands and face.

"Where did you get hurt?" Mu Qingyan smelled the smell of Baiyao at the end of his nose, and Mu Qingyan thought about it again.

"It's just a small injury." Wen Jixue said indifferently.

"Let me see." Mu Qingyan felt that some people just like to be brave.

Wen Jixue looked at him for a moment, but she had no choice but to compromise, she stretched out her hand and untied her belt, and her outer robe was undone, revealing her white coat.Then he opened the middle coat, only to see white gauze wrapped around his waist.

"Was the man in purple hurt?" Mu Qingyan frowned.

Wen Jixue was surprised: "Did you see him?"

Mu Qingyan shook his head: "I can't count it. Someone was killed last night. It was a man in purple who helped the murderer. He was wearing a bamboo hat, so he couldn't see his face. His lightness kung fu is very powerful, probably on par with yours."

Later, Mu Qingyan thought that the reason why it took him so little time to travel from Jinhe Mansion to Guanglin Mansion was that he was first brought out by the purple-clothed man using lightness kung fu, and then he used a carriage.

Wen Jixue nodded, rearranged her clothes, and said, "His name is Zhu Yi, and he is a very dangerous person."

"You can tell me about it."

Wen Jixue sat by the bed: "There are very few people in the Jianghu who know his name. However, when it comes to 'Zhu Ziyi', there are very few who don't know. Besides, he also has a name, 'Evil Bodhisattva'.

You can tell from this name that his temperament is not the kind of person easy to deal with. Some people say that he is both righteous and evil. In fact, he just does whatever he wants. Justice and evil are meaningless to him. That thing is just of interest. "

"What grudge do you have with him?" He remembered that Wen Jixue mentioned before that Zhu Yi kidnapped him because of Wen Jixue.

"The reason why some people call him the evil Bodhisattva is because he is interested and likes to help people clear up wronged cases or take revenge."

"Have you found him?"

"No, he took the initiative to find me, and I refused."

"why?"

"I don't trust him. No one knows his real name, no one knows what he looks like, no one even knows if he is a man or a woman. He can disguise himself, he can shrink bones, he can change the voices of men, women, and children , breath restraint is even more amazing. Such a person offered to help me, can there be no additional conditions?" Wen Jixue blindfolded Frost: "What do you think happened to those people he helped? They all became his. Slave! After eating his Gu worms, he was manipulated like a walking dead."

Wen Jixue did attach great importance to his family's genocide case, but he was still young, and he was not desperate, so it was impossible for him to agree to Zhu Yi.

The man in purple was even more terrifying than Mu Qingyan expected at first.

"So, he noticed me because he paid attention to you?"

"Ah."

"How does your martial arts compare with his?" Mu Qingyan asked again.

Wen Jixue had a little smile on his face: "You think I'm the only one who got hurt? He didn't get well either."

If it wasn't for his strength to compete with Zhu Yi, the other party might not have the patience to pester him.

Mu Qingyan couldn't help laughing: "How is he injured?"

"Of course heavier than me." Wen Jixue has this confidence.

In terms of both lightness and martial arts, Wen Jixue was slightly better, and Zhu Yi was able to tie the battle line, relying on the addition of other skills.Wen Jixue was unable to kill the opponent, so facing a person with many means, wouldn't it be difficult to deal with.

"It's really good news!" Mu Qingyan was not very angry when he was taken into Guanglin Mansion, but Wen Jixue was injured because of this, which made him feel very unhappy.

He doesn't care who caused it!

People are short-sighted.

The voice gradually disappeared, Mu Qingyan couldn't resist the fatigue, and fell asleep.

Wen Jixue heard the hustle and bustle in the market outside, and said with a light smile, "Tonight is Qixi Festival."

Fan Wenjin is a scholar and has a lot of money. The Fan family's house has two entrances, and there are ten or twenty large and small houses.Fan Wenjin has a study, and now he is keeping filial piety for his mother, there are many taboos during the filial piety, so he chooses to live in the study.

Compared with Yang Darong, Yu Yuxing and others, Fan Wenjin has read more books, his mind is more flexible, and he is more cautious.Since the death of Fan's mother, he kept the door behind closed doors and never went out.

Hearing that Yang Darong had been killed, Yu You was so lucky that his leg was cut off and he came back alive.

As a precaution, Fan Wenjin dared not leave people around him.

Who would have thought that the seven-year case would come back again.

Thinking of the momentary fascination back then that led to so many murders seven years later, Fan Wenjin couldn't sleep at night, and was woken up by nightmares several times.

"My lord, the chief arrester is here."

Fan Wenjin was nervous, but not surprised.

Inviting people into the study, Fan Wenjin rubbed his hands from time to time, restless.

Yan Lang's eyes were sharp, and he got a general idea through observation, without going around in circles, he said directly: "Since last August, there have been murders in the city, and the murderer left a beautiful girl in blue skirt at the scene every time. Master Fan should also be aware that a total of six people died before and after, Yu Xing was disabled, and Wang Dagou is waiting to die in prison, so can the Fan family escape?"

Fan Wenjin's face turned pale, and he was trembling as he wanted to say something.

"Master Fan, you have sons and daughters, and the children are still young, don't follow in the footsteps of the Yu family." Yan Lang reminded and threatened again.

The death of the Yu family's son Yu Xiaofu really stimulated Fan Wenjin. He couldn't imagine his own son dying like that.

"Yang, Yang Sanniang! That beautiful girl in the blue skirt is Yang Sanniang!" The first sentence spit out, and the rest became much easier.Fan Wenjin's face was full of remorse: "It's all because I was obsessed with sex for a while. I met Yang Sanniang by accident and was really fascinated by her. She cried and begged again, and my heart softened, so I hid her in my house..."

"Yang Sanniang is at your house?" Yan Lang straightened his expression.

"No, no. She's gone!" Fan Wenjin shook his head hastily: "She's been in my house for two or three years, and I, I have been secretly hiding her in the study room. If anyone comes, she will retreat into the partition wall. This matter is done in secret, except for the book boy who often follows me, no one else knows about it.

Later when Xu Hu's case was settled, Yang Sanniang was panicked and afraid, and she couldn't hide in the wall forever, and I, I was also afraid of being discovered, so I sent her away. "

"Then where is she now?"