Ling Muyun followed the shopkeeper's instructions and headed to Peach Blossom Spring.
On the road, there were crowds of people running and shouting.
When I got on the roof, I saw the faithful men and women chasing an ox cart on the long street, throwing flowers and fruits at the cart with all their strength.
There was a person in the bullock cart, wearing a cloth, with his chest exposed, holding a jar of water and wine in his hand, and drinking heavily.
"It's freezing cold, isn't it cold?"
Ling Muyun looked at the bits of ice on the man's beard and said with certainty, "It's still cold."
"Little brother, who is this?" Ling Muyun grabbed a younger boy and spoke.
The young man was stunned for a moment, then looked like he was looking at a fool, and said in a slightly contemptuous tone: "You don't even know who he is? Tsk tsk, people outside the country are really ignorant."
The young man glanced at Brother Ye again: "Tsk, tsk, it's really all empty."
They mocked for no reason, and did not say who was on the bullock cart. The two of them couldn't help but look at each other.
"I'm just curious for a moment."
"Just listen to the music." Brother Ye said calmly.
The music in Nanyang is different from that in Luoyang, Chang'an.
Ling Muyun did not go to the private room, but found a table in the lobby on the first floor and ordered some food and drinks.
The music is melodious, the dancing is graceful, and the songs are moving.
There is a kind of agility and melodiousness of Xiaojiabiyu.
"I think the boss has misunderstood Goulan." Ling Muyun tapped the table with his hand: "There are jugglers in Goulan, but here...singing and dancing are even better."
Brother Ye nodded with deep understanding.
Because they had to visit the prefect the next day, the two of them did not delay too late and returned to the hotel early.
This made Xie Nan a little curious.
Could it be that he was in a hurry and had already disarmed himself?
That man surnamed Ye, is he interested in the silver-like wax gun tip?
Just when Xie Nan was making a malicious guess, two people came into the store, their faces covered in smoked robes, their faces rosy and pink, and they looked demonic.
In the Jin Dynasty, it was very common for men to apply rouge and powder, and there was nothing special about it.
But when the two of them spoke, their nasal sounds were extremely strong, and their orchid fingers were used to the extreme in their manners.
Xie Nan saw so many people, but they still gave her goosebumps all over the place.
"You two..." Xie Nan was in a dilemma. Whether she was calling him young master or young lady, it seemed that she had used the wrong words.
"Go to the two rooms, cook some special dishes, and deliver them to the room. Don't ask about anything else."
Xie Nan was stunned on the spot, and could only vent her anger on the waiter: "You won't lead the way for these two distinguished guests! You'll get a thousand cuts."
Looking at the two coercing together, I felt a chill in my body.
"Young Master?" Brother Ye looked at Ling Muyun.
"I saw it." Ling Muyun nodded and entered the room with Brother Ye.
The two people who had just checked into the apartment were in their forties.
The silent teenager.
It was not unusual for a family of officials to have a male prostitute, and Ling Muyun did not have the grace to step forward and ask whether someone's sexual orientation was normal.
However, just like Brother Ye, Ling Muyun also smelled the faint scent in the air.
Mirror Spirit.
What made the two of them wary was that the young man following the middle-aged man had too smart eyes and looked extremely deliberate.
"It's too abnormal." Brother Ye agreed.
"I thought that the last mirror spirit I saw after Liang Yin and Zhang Dayu was Dharma Fruit, but I didn't realize...it's really everywhere. Fortunately, the people who came here didn't know each other. We were in the dark, and they were in the open. .”
No matter what the Mirror Spirit wants to do, Ling Muyun has to have a hand in it to make sure it doesn't go his way.
"I will go to the prefect's mansion tomorrow. You should be careful and follow their whereabouts."
The next day.
Ling Muyun chose a suitable time and came to the prefect's mansion with Dai Shi's handwriting.
The housekeeper's surname is Jia. He is young and appears to be quite capable.
After checking Ling Muyun's identity, he led Ling Muyun to the wing in the outer courtyard: "Master Ling, please rest for now. I have informed the master. If there is nothing important, I will be able to meet you soon."
Ling Muyun thanked him, looked at the butler's retreating figure, and looked at the room layout.
It is no different from the guest room of the Marquis, except for the row of talisman seals affixed to the beams, there is nothing special about it.
"Miss, you've had another night of trouble, eh."
"The evil disease has been going on for almost half a year. The doctor among doctors is useless. The Taoist priests have changed one after another. I don't know when it will end."
"Isn't that right? Normally Wenwen is weak, but once he gets sick, his strength is astonishing."
"If you chew the tongue again, cut it off and feed it to the dog so that you don't have to talk too much." Steward Jia's words made the two slaves stay silent and they dared not speak again and again.
"Mr. Ling, I invite you."
Dai Shi and Lu Zong were officials in the same dynasty, and they were both prefects and high officials.
Ling Muyun took Dai Shi's handwriting, so Lu Zongzhi would not neglect it, at least to save his face.
Under the guidance of Butler Jia, Ling Muyun came to the living room.
Looking up subconsciously, I saw that the beams were also covered with talismans and seals, just like the guest rooms.
The guests and hosts sat down, and Ling Muyun explained his purpose.
"Even if it is so important, it is more of a thought than a use value." Lu Zongzhi's spirit was sluggish. It seemed that he had stayed up all night last night, and his voice was lazy: "It's just that the dark blade, as an ownerless one, It is really unspeakable to give something to Liu Ziji and ask for it again."
"Mu Yun thanked the prefect for informing him, and I will handle the rest of the matter myself." Ling Muyun felt a little fond of Lu Zongzhi's calmness, and continued: "May I ask the prefect, what happened to the Manliang Fu Seal Script?"
"It's a family matter, it's funny." Lu Zongzhi had no intention of continuing.
The person in front of me is young, so what if I tell him?
Five Dou Rice Taoist priests, Zoroastrian priests, and quack magicians were invited, and countless people were invited, but no one could cure my daughter's evil disease.
Talking about Ling Muyun now is just a joke.
"I've resigned from the position of Meng Lang." Ling Muyun bowed his hands, said goodbye to Lu Zongzhi, and followed Butler Jia out of the living room.
"May I ask the steward, where is Liu Ziji?"
Seeing Ling Muyun handing over a piece of gold and silver, Butler Jia glanced around and saw no one was around. He quickly put it away with a smile on his face: "Young master, if you ask other people, they may not know much."
The implication is that you have asked the right person.
Liu Ziji likes to travel around mountains and rivers, so he lives in seclusion in Wuduo Mountain in Niyang.
"Then what's wrong with the young lady?"
"Young master, you don't know something." Butler Jia leaned closer to Ling Muyun and almost whispered.
It turns out that the Miss Lu family's name is Lu Jinxia, she is the only daughter of Lu Zongzhi, she is smart and doted on by him.
A year ago, Lu Jinxia went to Huangqiu in the suburbs with her men's clothes. When she came back, her appearance changed.
At first he was talking nonsense and making a lot of noise, but later he actually gained a lot of strength and it took four or five maids to hold him.
"The time when I get sick is mostly at night, but there is no pattern. Sometimes three times a day, sometimes once every half month. It is said that I am possessed by evil spirits, but..." Steward Jia looked at the talisman on the beam and stopped talking.
"Could it be hysteria?" Ling Muyun guessed.
"Many doctors came here, but they were helpless. Such hysteria, given the reputation of the Prefecture, I'm afraid it would have been cured long ago."
Ling Muyun had never studied medicine, but the room full of talismans and seals aroused his curiosity, so he asked questions.
After bidding farewell to the prefect's mansion and returning to the inn, Brother Ye was drinking rice wine in the lobby.
"He won't give it to him?" Seeing that Ling Muyun didn't have the ink blade in his hand, Brother Ye asked.
"I gave it to Liu Ziji. I can't take it back. I'll go get it myself. Those two..."
"I've been in the room all the time and never came out."
"Excuse me, Brother Ye. I'm going to Wuduo Mountain. I'll be back when the matter is over."
"Sir, don't worry."
