Investing in the Rebirth of the Empress, She Called Me Husband

The next day.

When Li Mo got up in the morning, he saw the Murong Mansion was busy, with maids and servants coming in and out.

When he walked to the door, he saw old man Murong personally directing everyone to work.

"Little friend Li, you are awake."

Murong Hai turned around, his face was completely different from the drunken look he had just had yesterday:

"I have transferred grain from Hengtong Commercial Bank, and I can set up this charity hall today."

"Thank you for your trouble."

Li Mo took out the silver note that he had prepared long ago from his sleeve.

"Since we are following the family motto to do good deeds, we should not be generous to others. I hope the old man will not refuse."

"I am very grateful to be able to use the reputation and manpower of the Murong family."

For things like investment feedback, of course he would do it himself.

Silver is the thing he has the most.

"My dear friend, you are so kindhearted that I am ashamed."

Murong Hai nodded and called the housekeeper who was passing by:

"Go and call Xiao'er to help."

"Send someone else to spread the word in the city. Well... let Xiao'er go."

"Yes."

......

That day.

In the streets and alleys of Ziyang City, a man was beating gongs and drums, attracting many people's attention.

"Li Zhenchuan of Qingyuan Sect has come down from the mountain to give alms. All refugees can line up to receive porridge and rice! The location is in Murong Mansion!"

Murong Xiao shouted with a loud voice, his face flushed and his neck thick, and he shouted with high spirits.

Well....

In fact, Li Mo has no intention of becoming famous.

The main reason is that Murong Xiao wants the whole world to know that his brother Li is a kind-hearted person.

He added the first half of the sentence himself.

In the tavern next to him, there was a discussion.

"The true disciple of Qingyuan Sect?"

"I have some impression of this name. It seems to be the one who got the mysterious weapon?"

"Did he accept some sect mission and go down the mountain to provide relief to the victims?"

The corner of the tavern.

Looking at Murong Xiao's receding back, a skinny, dishevelled beggar slowly raised his head.

No one noticed that under his dry grass-like hair, his eyes were fierce.

"Qingyuan Sect... Li Zhenchuan."

"Opening a porridge stall to give alms, specifically for refugee beggars to receive, could it be that my whereabouts have been leaked?"

Cui Peng's eyes flashed with cold light, and a wisp of murderous intent surged.

It is reasonable that Qingyuan Sect would issue a mission to arrest him.

But it is a little strange.

He disguised himself as a beggar after arriving in Ziyang Prefecture City, and there is no reason for anyone to know.

But the other party gave alms to porridge right away.

No matter how you look at it, they are coming for him.

"Li Mo, the new disciple of Qingyuan Sect, has just joined the sect."

"A man in Qi and Blood Realm dares to take on the task of arresting me, how brave! It seems that they rely on the help of the Murong family and regard me as a turtle in a jar."

"Could it be that Qingyuan Sect wants to use me as their disciple as a whetstone?"

"Hehe... Aren't you afraid of breaking the knife?"

The fierce light in Cui Peng's eyes became more and more fierce.

The short knife in his robe was hot, and he couldn't help but reach out to hold the handle.

He practiced the blood knife swordsmanship, and every time a soul died under the knife, the swordsmanship would be a little more sharp.

At first, he just practiced secretly.

Later, he was discovered by his fellow disciples in the sect, and he was killed to silence him.

Who knew that the matter was exposed and he became a rat crossing the street.

"Now I have nowhere to go."

"The only way out is to join Xiyulou."

"If I can take the head of the true disciple of Qingyuan Sect as a token of surrender, maybe I can avoid the Wujian Trial..."

That's right.

Cui Peng is going to join Xiyulou and become a killer.

It just so happens that the martial arts he practices are born for killing.

The head of a true disciple of Qingyuan Sect and a Xuanbing long sword are enough for him to enjoy high treatment after joining. '

Of course, this matter has to be done slowly.

Now he doesn't even know the other party's bottom.

"He should only know that I disguised myself as a beggar, and don't know my exact location."

"I am in the dark, he is in the light."

"Stupid, you want to lure me out, but you make yourself the target of public criticism..."

"Hehe... Let's see who will fall into the trap in the end."

Cui Peng stood up and walked towards a little beggar in front of him.

He patted the little beggar on the back, and the other party turned around immediately.

"What's the matter?"

The little beggar turned around and looked at him warily.

"You are going to Murong Mansion to get porridge and rice, right?"

"Well, if you want to go, go by yourself. I don't have time to bring it for you."

The little beggar shook his head repeatedly.

"I don't want porridge and rice."

Cui Peng suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes, tried to be more kind, and took out another string of copper coins.

The little beggar's eyes were fixed, revealing his desire.

"When you go to get the porridge, just touch the corner of the clothes of the master of the Qingyuan Sect with your hand., this 100 yuan is yours. "

"If you go back to Nijiao Lane in Dongcheng and tell me what he looks like, I will give you another 100 yuan."

On the copper coin, he smeared his special spices.

Only specially trained mice can smell it.

"Okay!"

The little beggar took the money and went happily.

......

At the gate of Murong Mansion.

In front of the charity hall built with bamboo sheds, there was a long queue, most of whom were ragged and pale, including refugees and poor people.

"Wow, such thick porridge!"

"Not only is there porridge, but also a small bag of rice! Wait... there is even half a salted fish!"

"Tsk tsk... I thought that Li Zhenchuan was just pretending to be famous, but I didn't expect him to be so real."

"Even if he really wants to earn a reputation, so what? We have finally got the real benefits. "

"Don't talk nonsense, he is distributing food personally, and he also asked all beggars to line up there."

......

The sound of discussion was endless.

In the porridge shed.

Li Mo was busy like a top, not only had to distribute porridge and rice personally, but also had to observe with the eyes of destiny.

He was also surprised.

He only said that he wanted to do good deeds, and he didn't introduce himself.

How come everyone knows his identity?

It's foreseeable.

After today, he is afraid that he will become a well-known good man in Ziyang City.

"Who told them that I opened the charity hall."

Li Mo handed out the food and turned back:

"Brother Murong, do you have any clues? "

"I don't know..."

Murong Xiao's voice was hoarse, and he didn't finish his words for a long time.

Li Mo shook his head and used the bowl to make porridge again.

At the same time, the Destiny Eye opened:

[Name: Lu Ning]

[Age: 21]

[Root: None.]

[Area: Mortal.]

[Destiny: Gray.]

[Evaluation: Ambition is great but talent is poor.]

[Recent experience: He was originally from a wealthy family, but he did business without telling his family. He lost all his money and was too ashamed to go home, so he became a beggar in the city.]

He handed a small bag of rice to the beggar who deliberately covered his face.

Li Mo sighed softly: "Go home early, it's better to bow to your family than to bow to your family for a few bowls of rice."

The man took the rice bag and his hand trembled, and he thanked Li Mo softly.

"Have you ever seen a beggar with a chest wound, bright eyes, and stuttering? ”

“Reply to Mr. Li, I haven’t seen him.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

Student Li was a little worried.

This morning, he had seen quite a few beggars.

Some pretended to be poor to receive rice from charity, and some failed the imperial examination in Beijing. He had seen all kinds of life.

But the person he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

Could it be that the little beggar didn’t mix with the other beggars?

Or, was there something wrong with the information Bingtuozi gave him?

Just thinking about this.

“Mr. Li, thank you.”

He lowered his head.

There was a thin little beggar, about seven or eight years old, standing there timidly.

“Can you take the rice?”

“Yeah.” "

When handing him the rice bag, Li Mo found a small claw mark on his clothes.

Looking at the little beggar again, he pursed his lips and closed his eyes, as if ready to be beaten.

"It's okay, I'll wash it later."

Li Mo laughed dumbly.

"You... are such a good person..."

"Have you ever seen a beggar who stutters, has bright eyes, and has a wound on his chest?"

Li Mo asked casually.

"Huh? Do you know Sister Stutter?"

The little beggar widened his eyes.

"Sister Stutter?" "

Li Mo raised his eyebrows.

He was about to ask again.

The little beggar suddenly covered his mouth, as if he had made a mistake, and ran into the crowd in a panic.

But his information was in the eyes of Li Mo's God of Destiny:

[Name: Meng Can]

[Age: 7]

[Root: None.]

[Realm: Mortal.]

[Destiny: Black.]

[Evaluation: Body like weeds, life thinner than paper, although you meet a noble person, but no noble life.]

[Recent experience: Stuttering sister is sick, he came out to beg alone, met the bandit Cui Peng, without knowing it, left a mark for Li Mo, the true disciple of Qingyuan Sect, and was about to be killed.]