Shengjing Conspiracy

Who is it?

Of course it was Jiangnan Xing who had just come out of the Qin Pavilion, but there was also a crooked old man who came with him.

"Brother Jiang, who is this?" Wen Youqing put down the scroll in his hand, and looked at them puzzled.

As soon as the old man saw Wen Youqing in official uniform, he knelt on the ground, and his wailing filled the room, "My lord! You must help the little old man!"

"Hey, you get up first and talk slowly, first tell me what's going on?" Jing Yun pulled a chair and sat the old man down, Wen Youqing handed him a glass of water, and handed Jiangnan Xing a glass as well.

When passing the water, Wen Youqing was taken aback, and the tip of her nose moved, "You smell so good."

"It's the incense from the Qin Pavilion." Jiang Nanxing smiled ambiguously, Wen Youqing gave him an angry look and continued to look at the old man, "Can you tell me what's going on?"

The old man's wrinkled face was tangled up, "The little old man's surname is Wang. He reported the loss of the cow before, and the cow hasn't returned after half a month. The little old man really has nothing to eat!"

An old man surnamed Wang?Lose a cow?

Wen Youqing found what he saw earlier from the file on the table, "Did you lose your cow in the valley outside the city?"

Jiang Nanxing said: "It's not peaceful there, do many people go there to herd cattle and sheep?"

"My lord doesn't know, but the grass in the valley grows very well, and cattle and sheep love to eat it." The old man wiped away his old tears and said bitterly: "I knew it, it must be something about this valley. It was rumored that there were ghost soldiers here at night, but I didn't take it seriously, the little old man, I just wanted to let the cow eat something good, but in the end the cow disappeared."

After finishing speaking, the old man howled again, Wen Youqing summoned Xiao Wu who was following behind Jing Yun, whispered a few words, Xiao Wu ran out with a smile on his face.

Not bothering Xiao Wu, Wen Youqing continued to talk to the old man: "You said that the ghost soldiers have only been here for a few days, when exactly did the ghost soldiers start haunting them?"

The old man thought for a while, "It seems like it happened a few years ago, and I don't know who said it first, but the grass here is so good that the cattle and sheep love to eat it, otherwise they wouldn't come here to herd cattle even though they knew it was haunted."

"That's it, I see, old man, wait here for a while, and someone will come over and deal with the rest of the matter for you." Wen Youqing comforted the old man, looking at the anxious face of the old man, he couldn't help but think of Yang Su.

It seems that such a thing is not so boring.

The three of them didn't stay in the lobby anymore, and followed Wen Youqing to the backyard. As the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, he has his own yard on duty, "No wonder I haven't heard any rumors about 'ghost soldiers' before. It just started."

"Old man Wang's cattle must have been beaten to the teeth by ghost soldiers." Jiang Nanxing said with his hands in his hands.

Jing Yun steadfastly walked between Wen Youqing and Jiang Nanxing, separated the two of them like a door god, his face was as cold as iron, "Ghosts also eat cows?"

"Unless someone is pretending to be a ghost." Wen Youqing sneered, "I have never had an excuse to get involved in the matter of this ghost soldier. This is coming to your door. It would be a pity if you didn't go and see it."

Jing Yun looked at him with a cold face, and his tone of voice was almost icy, "...you want to go by yourself again?"

Wen Youqing, who was used to him for a long time, nodded calmly as if he had never heard of him, "Of course I want to investigate the case."

"Then I'll go with you too. I came to the capital for ghost soldiers." Jiang Nanxing was very positive.

The aggressive Jing Yun wanted to blow his head off, Yan Yan was already restless, but here comes another one to do it together, this is going to heaven!

But no matter how much he refused in his heart, Jing Yun finally compromised.

When Wen Youqing changed into her private server, everyone was ready to set off, and everyone also set off to walk back. When they reached the gate of Dali Temple, they met an old man leading a cow.

Seeing Wen Youqing and the others, the old man started to cry as soon as his dry, bark-like face wrinkled. Wen Youqing was so frightened that he didn't dare to move on.

"My lord! My lord, you are a good man! If it weren't for you, old man, I would starve to death!" The old man was about to kneel down, but Wen Youqing hurriedly supported him, and said repeatedly: "This is what it should be, no thanks."

The old man wiped his tears, "Old man, I only have a cow. If it loses the old man, I will die. If it wasn't for your lord, you let someone give me a cow. I really don't know what to do with the old man!"

"It should be, it should be, this valley has been very noisy recently, old man, you should not come here to herd cattle recently." Wen Youqing was most afraid of dealing with the old man, and his back was almost wet with sweat after a few words.

Jing Yun couldn't help being amused seeing him overwhelmed, and helped him with a few words to pull people away from the sea of ​​suffering.

……

When the party rushed to the valley, the sun had already set in the mountains, leaving only a few brilliant afterglows hanging in the sky.

The crowd led the horses away, Wen Youqing picked up the dead branches from the peach trees on the side of the road, "This is not an official road, but it is a shortcut to enter the capital, there are often caravans passing by here, and there will be a caravan near here." There are bandits blocking the road and robbing, but this matter has basically been resolved in my court, and it should be gone."

"You said it makes sense, maybe those bandits are resurgent." Jiang Nanxing stood beside him with arms folded. It's winter, and the night wind is a bit chilly. He just arrived in the capital, and he hasn't had time to buy two. Thick clothes.

Wen Youqing also rubbed his arms, and Jing Yun, who had been paying attention to him, put on the cloak he had prepared in advance. The cold wind was blocked, and Wen Youqing rubbed the fluff on his collar, rewarding Jing Yun with a sweet Smiling, the other party silently turned his face away, the tips of his ears secretly turned red.

Yanyan is so cute!

The little cabbage Jiangnan Xing who was followed by no one loved and loved, silently bit his handkerchief, "Do you think they are going too far!"

Xiao Wu, who was standing next to him, saw his grief and indignation, and comforted him: "The general and Mr. Wen have always been fine."

"You're still an unenlightened child!" Jiang Nanxing wanted to hug Xiao Wu for comfort, but a tall figure stood in front of him in an instant, it was the third child of the dark guard.

Xiao Wu poked his head out from behind Jiang Nanxing's shoulder, and whispered, "What are you doing, third brother?"

An San glanced at Jiang Nan Xing, and said, "What does it look like."

After speaking, he took Xiao Wu's hand and walked forward, Xiao Wu followed obediently.

Jiangnan Xing, who finally realized that he was the only single dog in the group, was furious, turned around and walked into the valley, yelling at the top of his voice to explore the road first, and ran away while crying.

Jing Yun stood beside Wen Youqing and said, "You bought the old man a cow?"

Wen Youqing smiled, "I just thought of Yang Su, that guy likes to hang out with old people and children, if he would definitely do that."

"You did the right thing." Jing Yun patted him on the shoulder.

As for whether it's one thing or another, no one knows.

The two smiled at each other and said nothing.

And in a small town in Sichuan and Sichuan, a small private school was recently opened. The teacher’s surname is Yang, famous, and his character is Lixin. His story is a later story, so we won’t repeat it here.

Everyone walked in together, but before they had gone far, they saw Jiang Nanxing coming back with a serious face, and there was a gap in the corner of his clothes.