Lu Hanjiang was exhausted from running around for the past few days. He finally fell into a comfortable sleep. He woke up naturally as soon as he dreamed. When he opened his eyes, Huangfu Xiaoyuan was already waiting beside him.
If you were an ordinary person, you would naturally feel happy when you wake up to see such a beautiful woman. But obviously Lu Hanjiang was not one of them. He pulled the quilt over his head, turned over and planned to go back to sleep. By the way, he asked, "You Aren’t you sleepy?”
Huangfu Xiaoyuan said calmly, "Sir, Deputy Bian Guang Qianhu is here."
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The silence lasted for a long time before a demon-like roar came from the quilt. Lu Hanjiang got up with his messy hair. He took Huangfu Xiaoyuan and brought him some water, but he refused to ask her to serve him.
Lu Hanjiang asked Huangfu Xiaoyuan to call Bian Guang in, while he washed himself and asked, "How is the Ge family doing?"
"Back to your lord, all the relevant people have been captured, and all the objects in the machine array have been counted, but" at the end of the sentence, Bian Guang hesitated.
Lu Hanjiang glanced at him and said, "Just tell me if you have anything."
"Yes," Bian Guang was excited and said with some embarrassment, "Under the center of the machine array, there is a large machine artifact buried, but my eyesight is poor and I can't recognize what it is."
Finally hearing what he wanted to hear, Lu Hanjiang was very satisfied. He immediately packed up his belongings and took Huangfu Xiaoyuan and Bian Guang to the Ge family's headquarters.
All the way to the center, all the corpses left yesterday were cleared away. Except for Xi Qiu, who was named by Lu Hanjiang and given special care and found a cemetery to bury them, everyone else was thrown into a mass grave.
It is worth mentioning that Huangfu Xiaoyuan did not kill Yao Yuzhi yesterday, but only taught him a lesson. However, he is not having a good time now. He appeared at the murder scene of the Ge family for no reason, so he was directly arrested and thrown into prison by Jin Yiwei. .
Since Lu Hanjiang and his party came in secret, and the affairs of the Xiaoyao Sect were very secretive, the case was clearly one of murder and wealth.
However, along the way, Lu Hanjiang heard many other stories, the most common of which was that the Ge family had incurred the wrath of heaven and was punished by meteors from outside the sky.
Where did this rumor come from? Lu Hanjiang figured it out after just a moment's thought. In today's world, the theory of telepathy from heaven and man is very popular, and this so-called meteor is not nonsense. As long as he kicked the big iron ball away yesterday, , play it backwards, isn’t that a shooting star?
So, don’t underestimate the imagination of the common people—well, that’s a bit far-fetched.
Yesterday, Jinyiwei dug up the secret room under the mechanism array overnight, revealing this huge mechanism creation that no one knew how to comment on.
Lu Hanjiang raised his head and took a look, my dear, isn't this an enlarged version of the mechanism monster he dismantled yesterday? Compared with yesterday's one, this monster has two more arms, and the attack equipment installed on it looks... Even scarier.
The mechanism technique really brought him infinite novelty. Lu Hanjiang walked around it and looked at it. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it.
Seeing this, Bian Guang came forward to please him and said, "If you like it, sir, why don't you ask the brothers to transport it back to the capital?"
"Bian Guang, are you crazy?"
Lu Hanjiang glanced at him speechlessly and said, "What do you want to do if you transport such a thing back to the capital? Attack the imperial city?"
"I made a mistake in my humble position! My lord, please forgive me!" Bian Guang broke out in a cold sweat and excused himself again and again.
Weapons control in the capital is extremely strict. You can't even bring a longer sword without reporting it. What's more, transporting this huge machine monster covered with siege weapons back to the capital, what kind of performance art is this? , this is not the way to die.
"Let's keep it here for the time being. Jin Yiwei will come forward to take this house into the public domain and arrange for personnel to guard it. Don't let these things flow into the rivers and lakes."
Lu Hanjiang thought for a while, but still did not dismantle it and take it back for study. After all, Master Yan was dead, and there was probably no other mechanical master in the world who could make such a powerful thing. If it were to be dismantled, it would not be possible to put it back together. , then wouldn’t he have made a big loss?
Yesterday, Jinyiwei still found several boxes of books. There were many manuscripts of Yanshi and the remnants of other mechanical masters in history. Lu Hanjiang decided to start with theoretical research and wait until he could make a fake mechanical doll. , try this mechanism monster again.
"Let this matter be left to Yan Qianhu to handle. Bian Guang, you go back to Beijing first and report back to Lord Meng."
"I humble my position and take orders."
After sending Bian Guang away, Lu Hanjiang picked up a manual on machine skills and took a handful of the gold and silver treasures. Yan Feng lowered his head and pretended not to see it. Later, he asked the official Wei who recorded the matter to change it. Just change the numbers.
Then Lu Hanjiang ordered Yan Feng to pack the others and send them back to the capital, and then led Huangfu Xiaoyuan away in a low profile.
After leaving Ge's house and coming to the street, Huangfu Xiaoyuan saw that this was not the way to the inn, so she whispered, "Sir, aren't we going back to Beijing?"
Because they were outside, the two of them called each other according to their originally set identities.
Lu Hanjiang took a breath of hot breath and said, "Don't worry now, I'll wait until I go find an old friend."
"Young master, do you have any old friends in Yingtian Mansion?" Huangfu Xiaoyuan was stunned.
"That's natural. When I came back to Yingtian Mansion last time, I happened to meet a good friend."
Lu Hanjiang's words were so confusing that Huangfu Xiaoyuan didn't understand what he meant. When she followed him to the place, she suddenly realized it, and then looked at her master with a strange look.
Because this "old friend" in Lu Han's mouth was the vendor who once sold him the paintings of Mr. Bai Mei.
"Oh, sir, what do you want to buy?" The hawker's enthusiasm was still the same as before. Even though the last transaction was not completed, he still treated Lu Hanjiang as if he had just met him for the first time, although there was a high probability that he had forgotten about it.
This time Lu Hanjiang was on target and asked, "Do you have any paintings by Mr. Baimei?"
"Some, some."
The hawker's eyes lit up when he saw Lu Hanjiang. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to deliver a fat sheep to his door in such a hurry.
He hurriedly rummaged through the pile of paintings and took out several paintings in a row. "Young master, you have such a good eye. Mr. Baimei's paintings are rare and rare. I don't have a few of them. These are all good. You have a look."
Lu Hanjiang just glanced at them and said, "Don't be stingy, storekeeper. I like Mr. Baimei's paintings the most. You can take them as much as you want."
As he said this, the hawker's eyes became brighter and brighter. He smiled apologetically and found several paintings from the pile of paintings. He said sincerely, "If it weren't for the fact that you are also a person who loves painting, these are the ones below. I will never give up my love."
Lu Hanjiang opened all the paintings, turned around and said to Huangfu Xiaoyuan, "Come and take a look, what do you think of these paintings?"
The hawker was a little surprised. Why was this not being appreciated by the owner, but instead asking a maid to look at the painting? However, he did not dare to say anything. After all, even the maid from this wealthy family was much more noble than the hawker like him at the street stall. .
Huangfu Xiaoyuan only glanced briefly, then looked away, looking disgusted.
The hawker scratched his head in embarrassment, but Lu Hanjiang smiled knowingly. He waved his hand and said, "Young Master wants all these paintings, so put them all up."
"Eh? Eh! The young master is really discerning!" The vendor was overjoyed and quickly packed up the paintings with all his strength, fearing that Lu Hanjiang would regret it temporarily.
Even Huangfu Xiaoyuan couldn't figure out what Lu Hanjiang was doing. Her eyes lingered on each painting. When she saw the last one, she couldn't help but let out a sigh. She picked up the painting and said, "Sir, this one seems... good."
Lu Hanjiang took a look at the painting, nodded in agreement and said, "Well, this one is really good. Shopkeeper, I don't want this one anymore."
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