The owner of this house, whose surname is Huai Mingrui, is in his thirties. His great-grandfather had served as Zhongshu Ling as prime minister a hundred years ago and had the title of Duke of the country.
However, the virtue of a gentleman will be cut off in five lifetimes.
In Huai Rui's generation, although he still lives in Shengyefang, which is in a good location, relying on shops and fields to maintain a decent life,
But in the officialdom, one can only start as a junior official in the Ministry of Household Affairs.
Huai Rui was frustrated in officialdom, and his love affairs were not so smooth either. A few years ago, there was news that he had an affair with Zhao Sanniang, a married woman in the south of the city. That woman's businessman husband came to the Wannian County Yamen or outside the door all day long. Noisy, noisy.
Huairui did not refuse to admit it, or shirk the responsibility to the woman.
Instead, he resolutely gave 20,000 yuan of wealth to the merchant and asked him to reconcile with his wife.
After Zhao Sanniang reconciled and divorced, Huairui held a grand wedding for her and officially married Zhao Sanniang.
A year later, Zhao Sanniang died of a serious illness, and Huairui did not remarry. He often wrote some sad poems in memory of his late wife.
The relationship between the two of them, in the eyes of the world, was an immoral affair in marriage.
It turned into a vigorous and undying love,
On the contrary, Huai Rui's reputation in Chang'an has improved, and his official career has become smoother. He is currently a doctor in the Ministry of Household Affairs and Finance.
The doctor in charge of the Eastern and Western markets can be said to be a top-notch lucrative job. He does not even need to use low-level methods of accepting bribes, but he has a lot of means to reasonably make huge wealth.
'Emotion is still a kind of love. '
Li Ang was thoughtful as he listened to the descriptions of passers-by.
"Huai Dalang's mother, the old lady of Huai Mansion, is getting older and her brain is not so clear. She needs someone to take care of her. Some time ago, she kept talking about having nightmares."
"In order to make his mother feel at ease, Huai Dalang specially invited monks and Taoist priests to come to the house to open a dojo and perform rituals. Today is the last day."
"Let me tell you, the old lady of the Huai Mansion is afraid that no one will inherit the Huai family's family business, so she has nightmares - Mr. Huai has never married or taken a concubine since the death of Zhao Sanniang, and he has never had any children. , if we don’t adopt one from a distant relative, we may really have to die.”
"Yes, it's impossible to have children."
Passers-by listening to the singing of monks and Taoists outside the walls of Shengyefang chatted casually, and the topic soon turned to the direction of carrying on the family line and having more children and more blessings.
Li Ang's name even appeared in the chat, saying that Li Ang was Wenquxing, the King of Medicine, and the Immortal who sent children to the earth. Hanging a portrait of Li Ang at home can increase the couple's probability of pregnancy, etc.
'This is all nonsense. Is my image among the public already like this? '
Li Ang's head was full of black lines, and he rode away silently, his mind spinning.
Shengyefang, Huairui...
Mo Si's induction pointed to that mansion.
If there really is an alienated object there, we need to find out what it is.
Li Angming's identity on the surface is that he is a disciple of the academy and the owner of patent rights such as allicin.
There is no overlap with the Ministry of Accounts and Finance in terms of business, and there is no overlap with Huai Rui's social circle.
You have to go into the mansion to find out what's going on, and you can't expose the existence of the alienated objects, otherwise they will be taken away by the Town and Fu Division.
Maybe, special means have to be used.
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There were a lot less things to deal with during the winter vacation. After Li Ang returned home, he fed Mo Si some gold ingots, black iron and other materials as usual.
After nightfall, he walked to the restaurant outside Shengyefang, pretending to be a dandy boy who was frustrated in love and came to get drunk. He booked a high-rise box facing Shengyefang and monitored the movements of Huairui's residence from a distance. .
"It's Xu Zheng hour now, which is eight o'clock in the evening, and there are still no lights on in the Huai family mansion."
Li Ang looked out the window and narrowed his eyes slightly.
It gets dark very early in winter, and the big houses in Shengyefang all light up their lights at this time.
It is generally around ten or eleven o'clock in the evening that people turn off their oil lamps and go to sleep.
Li Ang waited for another two hours, until midnight, when the restaurant was about to close,
A carriage drove slowly into Shengyefang from far away and stopped outside the side door of the Huai family mansion.
"Um?"
Li Ang instantly cheered up and stared carefully.
After the carriage stopped, a burly man quietly stepped out of the carriage. There was an object wrapped in cloth tied to his waist, which looked like a simple knife.
Afterwards, three other people got out of the car one after another.
An old man with a stooped body and a cane,
The scholar with a face as white as jade and a folding fan in his hand,
A dwarf wearing a mask and carrying two swords.
The carriage drove away quietly, and the four of them stood in the shadow under the door. The burly man gently knocked on the side door.
As the door opened on the inside, the four people also stepped into the door and disappeared.
Strong man, old man, scholar, dwarf,
The four people's whereabouts are strange and sneaky. Could it be...
"Because Chang'an City has recently strictly inspected private gambling houses, these four went to the Huai family residence specifically to play mahjong?"
An unreliable guess suddenly popped into Li Ang's mind. He shook his head, put the money for the box on the table, went downstairs to pay, and walked out of the restaurant.
During the New Year, every family celebrates,
In order to prevent fires from happening, the Zhenfu Division, Bad People, Longwu Army and other departments have stepped up patrols.
However, at this level of patrol, Li Ang could hear the footsteps approaching from a distance. He turned around and hid in the shadow of the alley, then climbed up the wall, using the shadow of the building to avoid sight.
After easily avoiding the patrol team, Li Ang lay on the roof and silently woke up Mo Si.
sand--
A large number of ink-colored silk threads snake out from the cuffs and collar,
In an instant, it covered Li Ang's whole body, weaving into a night-walking garment as black as ink with a cape. valley
In order to hide his identity, he also asked Mo Si to add several layers of height-increasing insoles, which made him look like an adult.
At the same time, a faucet-shaped mask is also generated and worn on the head.
You can't tell it's him at all.
'After repeated tests, the ink silk will not cause any spiritual energy fluctuations, and will not be detected by the monk's detection methods.
At the same time, Mosi's toughness is far beyond that of ordinary iron, and she can chop with swords without stopping.
It's more than enough to use as night clothes. '
Li Ang silently adjusted the black faucet mask on his head, quietly came to the roof of the Huai family mansion, and eavesdropped on the movement below.
"The four of you must be the strangers introduced by Brother Kou, right? It's up to you to ensure the safety of my Huai family tonight."
There was a conversation coming from the room below. Judging from the content, the speaker seemed to be Huairui, the doctor in the Jin Department.
"Mr. Huai is so polite."
The burly man's voice was low and full of energy, "But we agreed in advance that the price for hiring the four of us for a day will be four thousand guan. Regardless of whether there is any abnormality or not."
"It's natural."
Huai Rui breathed a sigh of relief, "Although my Huai family is not a wealthy family, we still have this little money.
So... what are the four going to do? "
"Let's talk about the old lady's situation first."
The white-faced scholar said calmly: "I heard that the old lady has been having nightmares during this period, dreaming about fierce ghosts biting her body. Even if the Chang'an Monk Taoist held a water and land dojo for several days, it had no effect?"
"yes."
Huairui smiled bitterly and said: "My mother is old and her memory has been bad for several years. She keeps forgetting things. Sometimes she doesn't even remember my son.
At first she said she had a nightmare, but when she woke up, she had inexplicable bruises on her hands and feet.
I just thought it was a coincidence, or her amnesia had relapsed.
Later, when it happened more often, I felt something was wrong. "
The scholar asked again: "Didn't anyone from the Zhenfu Division come to visit? With your official position as a doctor in the Jinbu Department of the Ministry of Revenue, you should be able to invite people from the Zhenfu Division, right?"
"They came, but they couldn't find the reason."
Huairui whispered: "We can't detect the demonic aura, so we have to blame it on my mother's hypochondriasis.
These are all imagined by my mother.
The wounds on her hands and feet were probably just scratches and scratches by my mother unintentionally - after all, she suffered from amnesia and had a very poor memory. "
"That's why Your Excellency found us through Brother Kou."
The scholar nodded and said: "Zhenfusi is always like this, they will only show up when something happens.
But eating the king's salary and being loyal to the king.
We will definitely get things done after we collect the money.
In this way, the old lady has already drank herbal tea to soothe the nerves and help sleep, right? "
Huairui nodded and said, "I've had a drink."
The scholar continued to ask: "What about the servants in the mansion?"
Huairui said: "It's the Chinese New Year now, so they have been given a holiday and have gone home. The three remaining servants at home are also old people who are either deaf or mute. They were put to bed early and told not to open the door."
The scholar said: "That's good.
Mr. Zhuang and I will stay with you in the old lady's bedroom. We will set up formations and talismans in the bedroom. If any aliens appear, we can capture and destroy them as soon as possible.
Brother Wei went to the courtyard to garrison.
Brother Sun is waiting in the lobby. "
"Thanks for the four of you."
Huairui breathed a long sigh of relief after hearing this, and led the four people towards the depths of the mansion.
"..."
Above the roof, Li Ang silently raised his eyebrows.
Listening to the conversation, it seemed that the old woman of the Huai family was haunted by nightmares. Huairui asked the Town and Fu Department to check to no avail, so he had to hire four "strangers".
These four strangers probably did not come from the academy, and judging from their auras, they were all middle- and low-level monks.
And there must be no official identity, otherwise there would be no need to be so sneaky.
From the Chang'an ghost market?
There seemed to be people like this in that place who took people's money and helped them out of trouble.
Li Ang is a serious disciple of the academy, and he knows very well that the academy consumes astronomical amounts of resources every year to support an entire academy of monks at all levels.
Those low-level monks who have no inheritance or sect, because they have no cultivation resources, can only work hard as bodyguards, guards, or even construction workers, mercenaries, and private detectives.
Earn thousands of dollars at a time to buy yourself talismans and equipment.
For example, the two sword cultivators who followed Jiao Cheng back then.
And Brother Kou in Huai Rui's conversation...
Should it be some kind of intermediary that provides intermediary services?
Li Ang blinked. He was here to find the alienated objects. He had no interest in these strangers or the Huai family's family affairs.
Immediately sense the ink thread and point it in the direction of the alienated object.
sand--
The ink threads stood upright, not pointing to a certain room, but to... Huairui himself, who was drifting away.
