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Red lanterns are hung in the streets and alleys of Wangcheng, and there are more hawkers selling lanterns on the road. Once the New Year is over, it will be the Lantern Festival. At that time, there will be boats carrying candle sparks by the river in the city, dangling for a long time. through the city.

Li Wei, the head of the Criminal Ministry, was drinking tea with Shao Yan in a tea house by the river, with four or five officers and soldiers by his side.

As the night deepened, there were fewer people on the street.

Li Wei said, "Brother Shao, how long do we have to wait?"

Shao Yan pursed his lips, and calmly brushed the tea in the cup, "Brother Li, what do you think they want these people for?"

"I don't know, but killing people pays their lives, no matter what the reason is, they can't escape the law of the country."

The head of the corpse found at the gate of the city two days ago was the husband of Mrs. Liu on South Street. The family members fainted after seeing it.

The poison contained in this skull can make a tiger fall to the ground, but this corpse was torn to pieces by wolves last night. Li Wei once read in the book that people in Miaojiang area would use Gu insects to refine poison, making people Poisoned but not dead.

He informed Shao Yan of his doubts, and asked him if he knew of any schools in the Jianghu that were known for their poison.

"To be honest, I don't know much about Jiang Humen, but I do know that there was such a person whose ancestor was such a poisonous person." Shao Yan rubbed his chin.

Han Xu stole half of the broken book from Huaji Mountain Villa, which recorded the origin and efficacy of Ant King Grass. Shao Yan had carefully studied this book after getting it.

The book records that the wife of one of the ancestors of Huaji Villa was from Xinjiang and Tibet. It is rumored that the woman was pregnant with a son when she was 40 years old, but the child died shortly after giving birth.

The owner of the villa was in great pain. Seeing that his wife was unable to give birth, he wanted to marry another man. The woman put the child into a voodoo, made poison and hid it in her belly, bringing the child back to life.

The book records that this son wears a veil all the year round, has a foul smell, is not good at speaking, and moves slowly. It is rumored that the owner of the villa once wanted to get close to the child, but was strictly rejected by his wife. He and his wife disappeared, and not long after the villa caught fire, the servant risked his life to rescue the concubine's son, which allowed the villa to continue.

Shao Yan remembered the talkers he met in the inn at the beginning of the martial arts test. One of them was extremely skinny with a gloomy and low temperament. Several sects held a meeting in which people from other races participated.

Taking all the circumstances into consideration, people from the rivers and lakes flocked to the royal city wantonly. The reason for this must be that Huaji Mountain Villa was playing tricks on it, and the foreigner, who was dressed up, was also the appearance of a person from the west of Kunqian Kingdom, coupled with the history of Huaji Mountain Villa. , it seems that Fang Tanjian, the owner of the villa, is definitely not a good person.

If it is as expected, it is clear what Fang Tanjian's plan is in Wangcheng.

It's just that Shao Yan still doesn't know whether Fang Tanjian and King Yu are related or not.

Li Wei said, "Someone is coming." He pointed to a group of people not far ahead who were slowly moving towards the river.

In the dead of night, there must be demons when things happen. Who would be busy crossing the river late at night.

Shao Yan nodded, "Let's go and have a look."

The people by the river were all in black cloaks, and one of them was leading the way, yelling constantly in a low voice to speed up and be careful.

Shao Yan pursed his lips, crossed his arms, and said lazily, "So anxious, where are you going, Fang, Zhuang, Lord."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless hidden weapons were shot out in the darkness towards Shao Yan.

Shao Yan dodged lightly, and countless torches poured out around him, surrounding all the people who were about to disembark.

"Stop talking nonsense, take it back and interrogate it slowly!"

For a moment, the man in black and the government started fighting, and the flames were all over the place.

Surrounded by those people, the slow-moving people had their hoods removed, and the faces exposed in the firelight turned out to be ugly, with rotten flesh.

Shao Yan turned around and entered the fighting circle, and fought against Fang Tanjian. He moved very quickly and hit Fang Tanjian in the chest, "What do these people do!"

Fang Tanjian's skinny face was a little more ferocious than those of those people, "I thought the Prime Minister would be interested in this kind of thing."

"Say it! Otherwise, I'll make your life worse than death!" Shao Yan grabbed his neck, Fang Tanjian's face turned pale, his body convulsed slightly, he half-rolled his eyes and gasped, "Let go, let go——I'll tell you."

As soon as Shao Yan loosened his wrist, Fang Tanjian turned around suddenly and pushed the man in the cloak into the river.

"court death!"

Shao Yan kicked him hard in the abdomen, and he could almost hear the sound of bones breaking in his ears.

Fang Tanjian opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of black blood. The blood fell onto Shao Yan's clothes, and it burned and cracked. He was about to laugh, but watched in horror as Shao Yao wiped off the blood on his face as if nothing had happened. The skin underneath was not scarred at all.

Shao Yan whispered, "Don't you believe me?"

He kicked down again, forcing Fang Tanjian to bend over and spit out more blood. Shao Yan said in a low voice, calmly and indifferently, "Have you forgotten the ant king grass recorded in your book?"

Fang Tanjian's eyes widened, and the sound of bone cracking in his ears made him feel so much pain that he closed his eyes in hatred.

Li Wei hurried over, "You—"

Shao Yan handed the half-dead man to the guards, clapped his hands, took off his outer shirt and threw it into the fire, "He is not dead, interrogate well, the people in the river will go downstream after dawn to fish, they have poison on them, send officers and soldiers quickly Tell the surrounding people not to drink water from the river these days."

Li Wei nodded, watching Shao Yan disappear into the darkness.

In the quiet courtyard, King Yu was furious, "Waste, what a bunch of waste, this thing can't be done!"

Dozens of people were kneeling in the courtyard, Yang Rui said, "My lord, Fang Tanjian has been killed by Wangcheng's spies and has been imprisoned. My lord can rest assured that the matter will be revealed, and the prescription is still in the hands of the young master. I'm not afraid that no one can make it."

King Yu was gloomy all over, and squeezed out two words from between his teeth, Shao Yan!

"My lord, I have sent the message to the young master. We will set off today. Shaoyan is an obstacle, so we must kill him!"

A group of people rushed into the city gate, with the sound of whips and the clatter of horseshoes.

The willow branches on the side of the street are swaying in the light wind.

Spring has been here for a long time, and the ice on the branches is slowly melting away. Time passes day by day, but there is still no one who should come.

In the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion, the green bamboo leaves gradually turned green.

Chen Huanluo hissed, lowered his head, the hair ball in his arms bit open between his crotches, licked the blood and drank it, Chen Huanluo frowned slightly, and quickly wiped a drop of blood that dripped on the hair ball's chin with his fingertips.

On the eaves, a soft bird chirped.

Chen Huanluo walked through the hall, came to the housekeeper, wiped Mao Tuan's chin, and said, "I'm going out."

"Where is the son going?"

"Turn around at will, come back in the afternoon, don't worry."

He turned and walked away, dressed in light gray and white.

The hairball was struggling in the hands of the housekeeper, Jiu Jiu Jiu, screaming non-stop, Xiaopang fell down, spread his little paws and ran outside, and was caught by the housekeeper in a few steps.

Touching his head, "Hey, grandpa will take you to eat delicious food."

On the outskirts of the city, the sun is shining, and the moat surrounds the beach, leaving a shimmering silvery white.

"Little boy."

Chen Huanluo turned around and said pleasantly, "The lord has already arrived in Wangcheng?"

"Not yet, Mr. Yang asked me to send the letter to the prince quickly."

Chen Huanluo looked at the yellowed letter paper, suddenly he didn't want to reach out to catch it.

The letter made a rustling sound in the breeze, like a child crying softly.

Black and white, but only thirty.

However, Chen Huanluo suddenly felt unable to breathe in his heart, as if a huge rock was pressing hard on his heart, and his hand holding the letter paper trembled uncontrollably.

He struggled to endure the pain in his heart, and his voice was hoarse, "This...this is, when, received it..."

"After the sir received it, the prince sent his subordinates to deliver it quickly!"

Chen Huanluo opened his mouth, but he couldn't utter a word. His hand holding the letter was shaking more and more, and his body seemed to be unable to stand still.

With severe pain in his heart and dim eyesight, he slowly knelt down on the ground, holding the letter paper tightly, and murmured in a low voice, "I don't believe...I don't believe...I don't believe it, it's fake... ....impossible."

The water droplets falling from the letter paper circled and circled, dizzy and melted, like the heavy rain when we left that day, pouring down, making it impossible to breathe.

Chen Huanluo raised his head in a daze, his eyes were bloodshot, he staggered to his feet, pushed away the person supporting him, and staggered towards the north.

The moment he fell to the ground, it was dark.

"I don't believe...impossible, my mother, how could my mother, how can I, I don't believe...she must miss me, I want to go back, I want to stay by her side , it's fake, it's impossible, I don't believe it..."

The messenger wanted to help him up, but he hurriedly bid farewell to him because of the movement behind him.

Chen Huanluo clasped the heart in his hand blankly, he was in a mess, he stood up with difficulty, step by step, he had to leave here, leave here before he could see his mother.

His heart hurts so much, he wants to see her.

How could my mother leave him, she was sick, he was a doctor, he would treat illnesses.

She won't leave him, it's fake, it's impossible.

Mother was always in the attic, and when he was going down the mountain, she passed by and smiled softly at him.

She asked her brother to prepare pastries and let him sneak up to the mountains at night.

How much she loved him, how much she loved him, how could she die of illness, how could she be willing to leave him.

"Huan Luo?"

Rong Lingjun, dressed in military uniform, got off his horse and called out hesitantly.

He traveled all the way back from the northeast, but outside Kunqian's royal city, he met the person he missed day and night.

Chen Huanluo lowered his head in a daze, nonstop, step by step, walking towards the north, his mother was there, waiting for him, waiting for him to go back, waiting for him.

Rong Lingjun strode over and helped the shaking man.

Chen Huanluo raised his head.

Suddenly, burst into tears.

His eyes were blood red, tears poured down like rain, and he murmured, "Mother is dead, she doesn't want me anymore."

In an instant, it was dark.

Rong Lingjun stretched out his arms to hug the fainted man, turned over and led him onto the horse, and said loudly to the soldiers behind him, "Go back to the city!!"

In the palace, the emperor is dressed in a strong outfit, with a sharp sword, flying silver and white in the sun, the sword is tied with a flower, and he turns around to close the sword.

Shao Yan smiled and caught the sword thrown by the emperor, playing with it casually.

Mu Qing came over in a hurry, saluted, and said, "Your Majesty, Rong Xiaoshi has returned to the city. The Rong Mansion just sent someone to pass a password to plead guilty, and he will enter the palace tomorrow to report the war."

Shao Yan was at the side but smiled and said nothing.

The emperor glanced at him, "Tell me, what else is there?"

Mu Qing rolled his eyes hesitantly, "The guard reported that Rong Xiaoshi brought back a young master outside the king's city, and brought him directly to the mansion, and hastily invited the doctor back."

The emperor had eyeliner in the royal city, and Shao Yan knew without thinking that the emperor intended to show himself in front of him, so he followed suit, nothing wrong.

Shao Yan put the sword back into the scabbard, and respectfully handed over a cup of tea on the table, "Your Majesty, it's human nature, after all, Rong Xiaoshi is not young."

The emperor sat down, asked Mu Qing to wipe his sweat, and asked, "Did you see who it is?"

"Going back to the emperor, he was wrapped in a cloak and brought back. It seems that he was sick and couldn't see his face."

Shao Yan raised his eyebrows at the emperor, the emperor glared at him, and took back the iced porcelain cup on the table, "Shao Qing, how is the case of the Ministry of Criminal Justice going, how are the so-called living dead?"

Shao Yan said, "Those people are called human puppets. The mastermind Fang Tanjian was poisoned and killed in prison. He was not caught, but it is certain that there are internal thieves in the government! These puppets need to be refined with poison all the year round. Stop and they won't survive."

"Is the water in the city edible?"

"The running water will clear itself, and it should be fine in a few days."

The emperor raised his head, stretched his waist, and sighed, "Uncle Wang should arrive at the royal city in the next few days. After a while, when the envoys of Ze Na Kingdom and the princess and prince come to make a marriage, the real palace will be there." lively."

Shao Yan hooked his lips, the smile didn't reach his eyes.

The author has something to say: If you count your fingers, it's almost time to part ways.