Jiang Jingchu stood leaning against the building, staring at the south of the city for a long time, and then sighed for a long time. The sound seemed to be there and disappeared in the sudden wind without a half foot.

From the wind rises to the rain falls, in just a blink of an eye.

The rain was covered with fog and curtains. Looking from the moon-watching tower in the marquis' mansion, the city guard house in the distance was vaguely visible and could not see clearly.

"I didn't expect that you would even sigh?" The voice came from behind the pillar, with a little ridicule.

Guangyihou reached out, touched the rain and fog outside the eaves, and said leisurely: "It's just such a son, I can't help but sigh."

"Do you want me to rescue him?"

"No, let him suffer some flesh and blood." Although he was talking like this, the eyes that looked far away from him did not leave for a moment.

"You've calculated it wrong again." The voice behind Zhuzi sarcastically: "That guy Qixian is not confused. He just found a dark room to lock him up. He had three meals a day as usual, and there was still a warm quilt and light fur."

"The pain of flesh is not as painful as the pain in my heart." The Marquis sighed again, turned around and looked at the bald head who walked out from behind the pillar: "Junior brother, do you still remember how you were bald back then?"

It was obviously Guang Yihou's words that poked Jian Wuzheng's pain point. His even and long breathing was now stagnant.

Guangyihou smiled faintly: "The master's method back then is exactly the same as that of Lord Qi now."

Jian Wuzheng also remembered the way his master punished him as a thick-skinned disciple. Even after many years, when he looked back, his pores on his body couldn't help but tighten: "How many days can Xiao Baochan last?"

Guangyihou stretched out four fingers: "You lasted for three days back then, and my son should be at least stronger than you."

Jian Wuzheng's face suddenly collapsed.

Guangyihou naturally knew that his junior brother's temper and jokes were enough to stop: "Does the news you asked you to check out have any clues?"

Jian Wuzheng snorted coldly to show his dissatisfaction: "If I hadn't had just left the city three miles that day, several waves of people would have wanted to break into the Marquis' Mansion. I was afraid that someone would have killed you, so I rushed back to save the scene, and I would never have been able to find the little Baochan who had been out of the city."

"I didn't blame you." Guangyihou pointed to the direction of the city guard's mansion: "Aren't people still fine, and they don't lack arms or legs. What I care most about now is the news that I ask you to investigate."

"From the traces after I arrived, in addition to the two masters, there are three waves of people. One wave of people eats erb, one wave of fish that escapes the net, and the other wave of guarding further south."

"Two masters? I was negligent. I have been a blacksmith for almost twenty years. I haven't gotten good at craftsmanship and my brain is still frozen." Guangyihou smiled mockingly: "My son can survive under the hands of the two masters, which is my true teaching. It's a pity that Wang Shuo, who lost his life because of my negligence."

"Wang Shuo and Xie Wenzhan are probably not dead"

"oh?"

"From the traces, they should have rushed out. But someone deliberately erased their whereabouts later."

Guangyihou had bright eyes.

"In addition, the things you asked me to go to Song Zhong's hometown to investigate were also a little surprised. There were not many annoying things at home, and most of them were just things that were usually greedy for the housekeeper. If it was as you expected, it would be forced by others."

"Junior brother, junior brother, I am almost fifty years old, why do you think everything so well? Can't it be that Song Zhong, a kid, have a second thought? Or is it just a sin he committed for money and beauty?"

"Hmph, your thoughts are more innocent than me."

"Is it innocent?" Guangyihou pointed at you and me: "People always have desires, and when they have desires, they have plans. Everyone has different plans, but everyone wants to insert one hand. If so many hands reach into a water tank, the water will naturally become more and more turbid. Once the water is mixed, no one can see clearly. However, no matter how muddy the water is, the fish in the water cannot be muddy. As long as they know what they plan and catch them along the fishing line, the fish on the other end of the line cannot escape."

"What do you think these people are planning?"

"But there are too many plans. The Jinyiwei and another marquis planned my iron scroll of alchemy books, which was also a great achievement in front of the emperor." Hou Guangyi pointed out outside Chang'an Street: "These are some minds, and they are planning my family business. Those who are mindless are just not good at others."

Hou Guangyi turned around and bowed to Nan Fangyao: "My righteous brother may be planning my head." Looking at the mansion, "The only thing I don't want to guess is the people here. A mansion of Hou can be worth half of the world. People's hearts are too chaotic."

"So the stupidest thing you did is to dismiss all the old brothers who started with you. Now, I can only send me any trouble. If the Five Poisons Scholars and others were here, they would have found out the truth about this matter long ago. They would not be the same as you. They only knew that they would have muddy water and told me that there were many shallow water turtles, which were easy to catch muddy fish."

Guangyihou looked at his junior brother in surprise. Is this really the person who was often tricked away by himself by dragging his nose behind him?!

"Junior brother, everyone says that your smart head doesn't have hair, and your hair has not turned white."

Jian Wuzheng snorted coldly, and then said with a little unwillingness: "Mr. Zhou told me."

"It turned out to be Zhou Yu. What a pity. If he hadn't been born to an official, he wouldn't have been a housekeeper in my mansion." Guangyihou patted his butt and moved his waist: "Go, how much can I find. As for Baochan, hehe, there are still iron scrolls of alchemy books."

"I'm willing to give up?"

"I can't bear to leave my son even more. I'm older and tired. I really don't want to go to intrigue anymore. If I don't hand over the iron roll, the one in the capital will not sleep well. If I hand over it, we can all have a good sleep. Besides, I stretched my neck and asked him to chop it, but he wouldn't be able to do it."

"Confirm that it's from the capital?"

"Unsure, let's take a step by step. It's not worth it to lose your son's life for a elixir book that I don't know if it works."

Jian Wujian nodded, tapped his horns lightly, and disappeared into the rain curtain.
Chapter completed!