Late February.
Shuzhou.
On Jiangjun Mountain, Yunliu Temple.
It was clearly noon at this moment, but a gray cloud was floating in the sky above Yunliu Temple. There was an unpleasant smell in the air, an indescribable smell of rotting corpses.
The "crow attack" incident one month ago seems like yesterday, and the monks of Yunliu Temple are still worried about it.
In the courtyard, several young monks were cleaning the courtyard. In addition to the fallen leaves all over the courtyard that needed to be cleaned, there were also patches of black crow feathers spread in the courtyard, adding a somewhat depressing atmosphere to this century-old temple.
First, they experienced a fire burning the mountain, and then they experienced a crowd of crows attacking them. Several elderly monks sat on the stone steps next to the door and vividly recounted the dangers of that day.
The statue of General "Xie Yunliu" in front of the main hall, which has survived hundreds of years of wind and rain, was mostly destroyed due to unknown events on the day when the crow farmers attacked. It is now being covered with a piece of black cloth to temporarily protect it from the rain. Block the wind.
A gust of cold wind blew up, and the black cloth covering the equestrian statue of the general was lifted up. The monk who was cleaning the courtyard was about to step forward to clean it up, when he accidentally noticed that the middle of the foundation of the damaged statue was empty.
The curious monk threw the broom aside, approached the gap, and peered into the hole carefully in the dim light.
"Huh? What is this?"
The monk was surprised to find a pair of small stone tombstones hidden inside the foundation of the general statue.
There are also some moldy clothes stacked next to the tombstone.
"Cenotaph?"
This is obviously a pair of tombs.
But why is there a tomb hidden inside the general's statue?
The monk clasped his hands together and cried out his sin in his heart. He did not disturb the peace of the deceased because of his curiosity. He planned to report the matter to other masters and find craftsmen in the city as soon as possible to start construction on an auspicious day to rebuild the general's statue.
The monk who continued sweeping the floor did not take this matter to heart.
Scanning and scanning, the monk's doubts could not be eliminated.
It would be reasonable if the tomb hidden in the general's statue was that of the legendary famous general Xie Yunliu.
But the names of two strangers were written on the tomb.
——"Gongsun Mo and Xieluohe".
…
…
Imperial City.
It's sunny and sunny today.
It was the end of winter and the beginning of spring, and a gentle drizzle washed away the harshness of winter.
On the streets of the Imperial City, many old archways were given a new layer of red paint, and the walls of the Imperial Palace were repainted with gold foil.
Not far from the main south gate, the city's craftsmen are busy building a high platform corridor. Under the supervision of the Ministry of Works, they are making final preparations for the upcoming ancestor worship ceremony on March 3.
"Master Yan, here, help me come over here and take a look!"
A foreman greeted Yan Jiji politely. Although Yan Jiji was not under the supervision of the Ministry of Works and was an external craftsman, the foreman did not dare to be disrespectful in his attitude towards Yan Jiji. Whether it's the opponent's status as the number one craftsman or the Zheng brand behind him, it deserves this.
The foreman shouted three times in a row, and Yan Jiji woke up as if from a dream. He came forward with a hammer in his hands, looking absent-minded.
"Master Yan, are you feeling unwell today? Why don't you go back earlier and have a rest earlier? Don't get exhausted at the most critical time."
Another craftsman who is also a craftsman of the Zheng family expressed concern.
"Hey, hey, we're fine!" A smile appeared on Yan Jiji's dark face, she calmed down, took out the pendant from her waist, and carefully checked the level of the high platform.
"Master Zheng, Master Zheng, you and your old Zheng family are descended from a single line, so we must not stop here!"
Yan Jiji thought silently in his heart.
…
"Xu~"
A unique carriage stopped in front of the Zheng family mansion.
The driver is Qing Shisan.
Qing Shisan was still wearing a sloppy walking attire. He tied the reins aside, opened an oil umbrella, and smiled towards the carriage: "We're here, Mr. Situ, please get out of the car."
"Good work, haha."
The curtain opened, and a middle-aged man in blue and plain clothes stepped out of the carriage. I saw that he had narrow eyes, a mustache on his face, and a kind smile, making him appear approachable.
"I'm very curious. You, the Zheng family, don't have any shortage of strange people. You actually have a difficult and complicated disease that requires me to take action. Don't get me wrong. The reason why I take action is not because of the mere thousand taels of gold, but just to save people. Cure.”
When Qing Shisan heard this, he kept saying that he was a righteous man, but the corners of his eyes kept twitching, secretly thinking that your doorman's attitude was not the same two days ago.
Qing Shisan's frown disappeared, he made a "please" gesture, and said with a smile: "Zheng's second wife is weak and sick. She has been infected with wind and cold recently and has not recovered for a long time, and her condition is getting worse. As the saying goes, those who can work hard, and those who work hard Dude, the medical skills of those in our family are far behind those of Miracle Doctor Situ. How can we be called extraordinary people? When it is time for the Miracle Doctor to take action, we have to rely on you, the Miracle Doctor. "
"You're serious, you're serious!" Situ Yong returned the favor with his eyebrows widened. It was obvious that Qing Shisan's polite words made Situ Yong very happy.
In the living room.
Several female relatives are waiting anxiously.
The whistle sounded vaguely, Yue Yan's ears twitched slightly, and she quickly said: "Situ Yong is here!"
As he said that, he was about to enter the inner room to make preparations.
At this time, Zhizhi grabbed Yueyan who was in a hurry: "Sister Xi'er, are you sure that Situ Yong won't be suspicious?"
"I don't have to worry about so much at this time." Yue Yan said in a deep voice.
"That side of Ye Weiyang...?"
Yue Yan had just returned from Shuzhou and before she had time to rest for a few days, she learned that Zheng Xiu was seriously ill.
Yueyan thought of the "dramatic changes" in Weiyang on the night before half a month, bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and said: "I am just a star in Weiyang on the night, and I can't get more accurate news. But half a month ago, the sky was full of ravens falling at the same time. , led me to speculate that something big must have happened in Ye Weiyang, and more than half of the night guards in the imperial city were transferred to the south overnight. At this time, other important things must have happened in Ye Weiyang. I think they should have no time to pay attention to the Zheng family. It’s the inside.”
Jing Xuemei, who was the calmest at this time, nodded gently and said, "It's important, sir."
"Wait a minute, I'm going to change clothes."
Yue Yan was still wearing Ye Weiyang's uniform at this time. She felt uncomfortable all over and hurriedly entered the inner room to change her clothes.
It was only when she turned back into a dressmaker that she felt like she was back to being a dressmaker.
Soon Situ Yong followed Qing Shisan through the long corridor and arrived at the Zheng family's living room.
The hall was empty, and several female relatives had been waiting here for a long time.
A cup of hot tea was served, and a long table was set in the center of the living room. Behind the long table was a gorgeous screen embroidered with a picture of birds facing the phoenix.
"please."
Qing Shisan motioned for Situ Yong to sit in front of the screen.
"oh?"
Seeing this, Situ Yong's squinted eyes flashed with light, and the smile on his face became even wider. But he didn't ask any more questions. He sat on the sandalwood chair with a smile, picked up the hot tea, opened the lid, blew on the tea, and took a sip.
“Good tea.”
Situ Yong put down the tea cup, looked at Qing Shisan, and said with a smile: "Can I ask if the person who suffers from cold in the Zheng family is really the second mother of the Zheng family?"
The smile on Qing Shisan's face did not diminish: "Add another five hundred taels of gold."
Situ Yong understood: "That's it."
Several female family members closed the hall door, presented a few exquisite pastries, and retreated behind the screen.
Situ Yong's eyes flashed.
Qing Shisan explained: "Sir, please don't misunderstand. We have heard that Mr. Situ has the ability to 'judge life and death with one finger', and he also knows about the 'golden wire pulse detection' that has been lost for many years. Our two mothers are inexperienced young ladies. We need to I hope Mr. Situ will forgive me for tabooing the distinction between men and women."
Situ Yong said: "Since we are all members of the sect, I will open the skylight and let it be brighter. You should know the rules below. I only treat diseases, not explain magic. If you two are interested in thaumaturgy, you should go to Ye Ye. The person who controls the spirit is in Weiyang, not below."
Qing Shisan's face darkened.
Situ Yong nodded: "It seems that I have found it. No wonder, no wonder, no wonder."
Qing Shisan was silent.
This silence amounts to acquiescence.
I have indeed invited you.
Ye Weiyang's [Zhenlingren] Hulangbishui was once invited to have a reunion dinner with the Zheng family and maintained a good relationship with the Zheng family.
Bi Shui made it clear that there was nothing she could do about it.
That's why we asked Situ Yong to take action today.
Situ Yong didn't ask any more questions.
It is a rule and professional ethics to collect money to do things.
"Sir, please!"
A scream came from behind the screen, Yue Yan spread her five fingers, curled her middle finger, and a straight thin line shot out from the gap in the screen.
"hehe!"
Situ Yong waved his hand casually, easily catching the thin thread that was difficult to discern with the naked eye, and placed it on his left wrist. He stretched out his index finger with his right hand, lightly clasped it on the thread, and closed his eyes.
Yueyan flicked her ten fingers repeatedly, and the other end of the thin line passed through the living room, through the courtyard, through the wall, deep into the secret passage, and into the secret dungeon. She flexibly moved the wrist of Zheng Xiu, who was sitting cross-legged and motionless deep in the dungeon. Wrapped around.
scold!
Yue Yan pulled it with both hands, and all the threads instantly fell straight.
Waves of weak pulses were transmitted from the thin line, and Situ Yong's expression suddenly changed several times, first he was surprised, then shocked, and finally angry.
He stood up suddenly, slapped the table and said angrily: "Hey! I, Situ Yong, have no enmity with your Zheng family, how can you fool me with a dead man!"
(End of chapter)
