Obsession [Quick Transmigration]

When Jiang Mu came back, the room was very quiet. Xuan Ying sat at the desk and rubbed ink leisurely, unable to tell whether he was impatient or fond of it. The eagle next to him was as motionless as a wood carving.

One person, one bird, harmony reveals disharmony.

Jiang Mu walked in with a small medicine box, and he didn't hide his aura. Xuanying naturally sensed it, and when he saw the person coming in, he said calmly, "Since Benefactor Jiang is back, can the poor monk go to rest?" Down?"

He put down the ink and raised his head to make a request, his tone was flat, but there was a sense of complaint and accusation for no reason, as if Jiang Mu was an unreasonable Huang Shiren.

Jiang Mu pretended not to hear, glanced at the letter on the table and asked, "Did you read the letter?"

Seeing that he ignored him, Xuan Ying leaned on the back of the chair very loosely, glanced at the letters lightly, and replied: "I read it."

Jiang Mu put the small medicine box on his body aside, and walked to him slowly. He is actually not as tall as Xuan Ying, but every time he sits and stands now, Jiang Mu looks a little condescending.

"Any ideas?"

Xuan Ying raised her head and looked at him, her imposing manner was a bit lower, but she still spoke with a bit of yin and yang in her mouth: "The poor monk doesn't have any ideas, but I don't know what the benefactor Jiang thinks, and what he wants the poor monk to think."

The previous metaphor of the bird in a cage was not self-deprecating. Since the showdown, his good monk was absent, and his treatment immediately changed accordingly.

Although Jiang Mu called him a master, he didn't respect him at all, not to mention keeping him around as a pet every day, even if he went outside casually, he was under surveillance.

Xuan Ying knows that Jiang Mu's strength is unpredictable, but sometimes he can't help but suspect that this person is lingering. No matter where he is doing or what he is doing, the other party will always appear anytime and anywhere, staring at him with a pair of deep eyes as if he can see through the soul. This feeling is simply more uncomfortable than being tortured.

Jiang Mu didn't pay attention to his words, put away the scattered letter papers, and said: "In these serial murders, the dead include rich businessmen and officials. They are either wealthy or powerful. The court attaches great importance to it. Master Yan said that some of them have already started to kill people." People are at risk."

Xuan Ying said indifferently: "There is a saying in the folk: If you don't do anything wrong, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on your door. Didn't Yan Jieshu also find something in common? It's enough to start from the source."

Originally, Yan Jieshu should not disclose this kind of confidential matter to outsiders, but secretly, the other party felt that telling Jiang Mu might solve the case faster, and Jiang Mu did give him some direction.

"That's not bad," Jiang Mu nodded his head and said to the letters, "After the investigation of the six doors, the deceased were involved in an old case 'Qin Zhong's corruption case'. Qin Zhong was the prefect of Yuzhou City 17 years ago. Yuzhou was hit by a disaster, and the people inside and outside the city were in dire straits. The imperial court allocated funds for disaster relief, but the prefect of Qin privately embezzled the silver and resisted the disaster passively, resulting in tens of thousands of refugees being killed and injured. The loyalists were executed, the males were demoted to humble status, and the female relatives were reduced to military prostitutes, the dust of this case is settled."

Jiang Mu made it clear that Xuan Ying had to reply.

"Those who died were all those who participated in the memorial. Didn't Yan Jieshu suspect that it might be done by the descendants of the Qin family?" He followed Jiang Mu's words, but Jiang Mu walked up to him and leaned on the table , folded his hands on his chest, and looked at him kindly with his eyes.

The distance between the two of them was so close, and they felt extremely oppressive when they stood and sat.

Xuan Ying raised his head and felt a little uncomfortable. Before he could ask a question, the other party actually bent his hand and tapped his bald head lightly. The movement was gentle but meaningful.

"Is it related to you?" Jiang Mu asked lightly.

The words were soft and inexplicably like asking the mischievous cat at home, similar to Did you do this?

Do you really think of him as a pet?

Xuan Ying pursed her lips and seemed a little annoyed to laugh: "Master Jiang thinks that all the cases in this world are related to the poor monk? The world is so big, we can't blame all the crimes on the poor monk."

"It's fine if it's not you," Jiang Mu didn't care about his dissatisfaction, turned around and walked to the side, "The time for collecting medicine is very close, after all, it is to treat the teacher's illness, and you still need to be pious. grid thing."

Just now that finger was cold, touching the scalp, the coolness could even go deep into the mind.

Xuanying couldn't tell whether Jiang Mu was discussing with him or warning him, but he always felt that his fair and slender hands could directly wrench his neck in a second, probably... more warnings.

He suddenly sneered and said, "Is that necessary? The poor monk was already a sinner when he stood by and watched, so why pretend to be a disciple of the Buddhist sect and try his best for his teacher? Oh, you already know my life experience yourself, what else is there for a son of a devil?" It’s so pretentious, it would be ridiculous to teach me to be so hypocritical.”

"Now is now, and the future is the future. Who you are does not affect this mind."

"What's the difference?"

"Then you hate Master Durning's choice?"

Xuanying was silent for a while, and sometimes Jiang Mu stabbed fiercely while talking, even though Xuanying was ready, he was at a loss for words at this time.

After a long time, he spoke.

"... Believe it or not, I have never hated him because of this. Alas, that's all. The poor monk listened to Jiang's advice, before 'Yuluo' blooms, keep yourself safe."

He took a step back, Jiang Mu didn't say anything more, Xuanying got up to make way, and Jiang Mu sat down and wrote a reply letter to Yan Jie with the ink he had polished. This method has a miraculous effect on resisting "illusion", and it can be regarded as a pavement for dealing with "virtual" organizations.

*

During the period of "Yu Luo", Xuan Ying still often went to the mountain. He had no other use in the mansion except to be monitored by Jiang Mu. It is better to go out to relax. Although he is also under surveillance outside, at least he can open up a little bit. .

And although there are few poisonous flowers in the Western Regions, no one knows how to use them like Jiang Mu. Naturally, there is no need to worry about being stolen for highly poisonous things.

Jiang Mu still treated Wu Shijun's youngest daughter as usual. After a period of detoxification, her body looked much better than before.

The days are so unhurried.

Until something happened one day.