Nightwatcher Chapter 145: I have eaten brother

The next morning, Xu Qian got up vigorously, the person next to the pillow was no longer there, and the fragrance of the woman remained in the quilt.

　　

　　 Some of his limbs softened to support his body, as if he had just finished the 1,000-meter running test and his muscles were sore the next morning.

　　

　　 "Overslept again... However, I was excusably late. I came to Jiao Fang to investigate the case."

　　

　　 Xu Qi'an sits cross-legged and vomits to relieve cell fatigue, allowing the body to recover to its peak as quickly as possible.

　　

　　 After only two weeks of transportation, the sore muscles regained vitality.

　　

　　"squeak~"

　　

　　 The door of the boudoir opened, dragging the fragrance of the skirt, leading the close-knit maid to come in, her black hair is high, dotted with expensive jewelry, and the plain white face is slightly haggard.

　　

　　 My eyes are still red and swollen, and the silkworms are crying.

　　

　　 "Master Xu is awake." She smiled lightly, with an alienated and formulaic smile, "I let the kitchen make duck porridge for you."

　　

　　"Let’s put it there." Xu Qi’an took the toiletries from the maid, quickly washed her face and brushed her teeth, and returned to the desk, holding the bowl, eating and thinking:

　　

　　The demon girl from last night was the remnant of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom, which means that this matter has nothing to do with the Northern Demon Race.....The suspicion of the King of the North of Zhenbei is almost very light and very light....The goal of the remnant of the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom is a sealed item Or something else?

　　

　　 Xu Qi'an would think so, because if the target is a sealed item, the remnants of the Yaozu nation should now flee away with money instead of staying in the city and making waves.

　　

　　...There is also a possibility that the Yaozu’s goal is not only a sealed item, but a bigger scheme. The sealed item is only a means to accomplish the goal.

　　

The context of the 　　 Sangbo case has almost been sorted out. The dominant forces behind the scenes are: one, the imperial court, two or five children;

　　

　　Target: Unknown.

　　

　　 Sealed Artifact: The severed hand of the unknown strong.

　　

　　The factors, characters, and forces involved: the Kingdom of Ten Thousand Monsters, Ping Yuan Bo, Shang Shu of the Ministry of War, Si Tian Jian, the Royal Family, Pingyang County Lord, Heng Hui Monk, Jin Wu Wei, one hundred households, Zhou Chixiong...

　　

　　 Breakthrough: the strong with severed hands, the monk Henghui, the lord of Pingyang.

　　

　　 Finding out the identity of the strong man with severed hands can reverse the real purpose of the remnants of the kingdom of ten thousand demons....Then, by catching any of the Henghui and Pingyang princesses, you can also reverse the inside story of the case. ...Xu Qi'an sighed contentedly after eating the porridge.

　　

　　 Only then did he have the air conditioner and said, "Are you angry?"

　　

　　 Fuxiang smiles gently: "Xu Gongzi don't want to make fun of the Nujia. The Nujia is just a woman in the dust, so where is the qualification to be angry with the master."

　　

　　 Okay, Xu Lang has become a son of Xu...Xu Qi'an nodded and stretched his waist indifferently: "Prepare hot water, I want to take a shower."

　　

　　 Fuxiang smiled and nodded, arranged for a maid to wait for him to take a bath, and went out with a personal maid to relax.

　　

　　 Xu Qi'an took a hot bath comfortably, dressed neatly, tied the gong, hung the saber, thought for a while, and asked: "Prepare pen and ink for me."

　　

　　The little maid responded softly: "Yes"

　　

　　.......

　　

　　 "Lady, are you too indifferent to Mr. Xu?" The maid whispered while walking in the alley of Jiaofangsi.

　　

　　 Fuxiang looked ahead, shook his head slightly, and said in a sad voice: "You don't understand, I once begged him to redeem me, he refused."

　　

The 　　 maid was silent for a moment, and explained for Xu Qi'an: "Xu has no money, right? The wife's deed is less than three or four thousand dollars. I am afraid it will double now."

　　

　　 Floating Fragrance retracted his gaze and looked at the ground: "I have also saved a lot of silver over the years, but it is actually possible..."

　　

　　 She gave a wry smile, with a sad expression: "I am in his heart, in fact, I am no different from you. I didn't want to believe it before and deceived myself, but what happened last night allowed me to see myself clearly."

　　

　　 is just a wishful thinking of falling flowers intentionally and ruthlessly.

　　

　　 walked, unknowingly came to the Qingchi courtyard, a loud noise attracted her attention.

　　

　　 Two gongs dressed in batsman’s suits, locked the Mingyan lady and walked out, the old madam followed along, with a panic expression, and kept explaining:

　　

　　"Several bad masters, this must be a misunderstanding, it must be a misunderstanding."

　　

　　Mingyan Oiran looked terrified: "Mom, I was wronged, I was wronged..."

　　

　　 She knows these two gongs, and they are the two who often accompany Mr. Xu to Yingmei Xiaoge to play in the tea house. It seems that one surnamed Song, another surname...the one is too taciturn, she can't remember.

　　

　　What happened? Ming Yan was fine last night. By the way, why did Mr. Xu suddenly return to her Yingmei Pavilion last night.... Could it be that Ming Yan offended Mr. Xu last night? Was it done today?

　　

　　 She immediately denied this idea. Although she was frustrated with this man, she believed Xu Qi'an was not such a person.

　　

　　 Fuxiang frowned, greeted the watchman, Yingying saluteed: "How many adults, what crime did Mingyan Lady commit?"

　　

　　 Song Tingfeng stopped and said with a smile: "Mingyan lady secretly colluded with the demon clan to provide shelter and accommodation. Master Xu secretly investigated last night and uncovered the demon girl disguised as her personal servant.

　　

　　The demon girl has already broken the law, now she is going to take her for questioning. "

　　

　　The old bust beats his chest: "You are wronged, Mingyan is a weak woman, how could it be possible to collude with the demon clan. Do you know how much effort and money I spent training her! I'm going to the Ministry of Ritual to sue, and I'm going to invite the lord of the Ministry of Ritual We call the shots."

　　

　　 Zhu Guangxiao said solemnly: "I suspect that you are also a member of the monster clan."

　　

　　The old bust lost his voice in vain, and took a few steps back with a strong desire to survive.

　　

　　 Song Tingfeng squinted, nodded towards Fuxiang, and led away.

　　

　　Floating incense stared blankly at the back of their departure, and then began to associate....Mingyan colluded with the demon clan? Mr. Xu secretly investigated yesterday?

　　

　　 He chose to stay in Qingchiyuan last night, not because he likes the new and disgusted with the old, but because he has official duties, but I have a wild temper.

　　

　　 He dragged his tired body back last night. I saw it. I thought he was with Ming Yan... I blamed him by mistake. This morning I gave him a face to vent his grievances.... But why didn't he explain? Yes, he can't explain, because this is the official affair of the Yamen, and the case needs to be kept confidential.

　　

　　 Even so, knowing that he was misunderstood and wronged, did he show the slightest bit of boredom, silently bear it...

　　

　　Fuxiang suddenly lifted up her skirt and ran towards the Yingmei Pavilion.

　　

　　 "Lady, where are you going, slow down..." The maid was taken aback.

　　

　　 ran all the way back to Yingmei Xiaoge, opened the door and entered the bedroom, Fuxiang shouted: "Xu Lang..."

　　

　　 The room is empty, and people have already left. At this moment, she suddenly felt that she had lost something precious, and her heart was empty.

　　

　　"Lady, lady..." The maid chased after her, and saw her desperate back leaning against the door.

　　

　　 "I'm a little tired, give me a hand." Fuxiang said softly.

　　

　　 the maid helped her onto the bed, glanced at her, and sighed in her heart. Dare to disturb, turn around to clean up the house.

　　

　　 She saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table beside the screen, and she gave a light "Huh", walked to the table and said:

　　

　　"Lady, here is a poem...maybe it was left by Mr. Xu."

　　

　　 Fuxiang came alive all at once, rushed to the side of the desk barefoot, snatched it from the maid like a baby, and took a closer look:

　　

　　"Beauty Rolling Bead Curtain

　　

　　 Deep seated eyebrows

　　

　　 but I see tears wet

　　

　　 I don’t know who I hate. "

　　

　　"Xu Lang, Xu Lang..." She laughed first, then smiled, teardrops falling down, withering to the ground, holding the paper in her heart, crying and laughing, pear flower tape rain.

　　

　　 "I'm going to find him." Fuxiang wiped her tears, got up, and ran to the door.

　　

The 　　 maid was shocked and hugged the soft waist of the lady: "Don’t say goodbye, you are the oiran, you are the most famous oiran of the Jiaofang Division, this matter has spread, how the lady behaves. It is hard to accumulate. The reputation is gone.

　　

　　 "I haven't heard of any oiran who is like you."

　　

　　 Fuxiang furious: "Let go of me."

　　

　　 "Don't let go!"

　　

　　......

　　

　　 Xu Qi'an bought six big meat buns on the side of the street, sat on the horseback, gnawed, and walked towards the Yamen leisurely.

　　

　　"The oirans of the Jiaofang Division are all good....Each has its own merits, and they are so beautiful. Um, when the Sangbo case is over, I will exchange feelings with them one by one, and in the future, I will publish a "Guide to the Evaluation of Dafeng Oiran."

　　

　　"The only problem is lack of money. I only pick up three dollars a day, and the oiran is worth at least thirty taels a night.

　　

　　"Thank you for the nine-year compulsory education. I didn’t read the poems for nothing... Oh, I’m really the shame of someone who travels through. People who copy official documents are all for the purpose of chasing official careers. I’m for the sake of a prostitute...

　　

　　"Speaking of which I will be 20 years old soon. Fortunately, my aunt is not my mother and will not supervise my marriage. I can make my own decision. Caiwei is a disciple of the supervisor, the background is too hard, marrying her is like marrying Half a princess, it's not good to go out and fool around...

　　

　　"Don’t rush to get married. After a few years, there are 24 oirans in the Jiaofang Division. Haha, I’m thinking about farts, and the disciples of Jianzheng may not look at me."

　　

　　 Xu Bai prostitute laughed at himself in his heart, his thoughts were flying, and he turned to the case again.

　　

　　 Ming Yan was instructed by Song Tingfeng to catch her. Although she was confirmed to be innocent last night, there are still things to ask, such as when the maid entered the Jiaofang Division, who she was close to on weekdays, etc. .

　　

　　.....

　　

　　 In a secluded small courtyard, the branches of the willow tree are hanging down, which is bare and slightly desolate.

　　

　　 There was a ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong sound from the room, and the man’s painful low roar... In a hurry, everything disappeared.

　　

　　"squeak~"

　　

　　 The door opened~IndoMTL.com~ Henghui in black robe walked out silently and went straight to the well in the yard.

　　

　　 He stared at the mouth of the deep well for a few seconds, waved his hand, the mouth of the well lit up with a faint golden "卍", and then it broke.

　　

　　After lifting the seal, Henghui jumped in.

　　

　　 The bottom of the well was dim, and the silt exuded a faint smell of water. The middle-aged monk leaned against the well wall and sat cross-legged.

　　

　　 His expression is decadent, his lips are chapped, and he seems to have been seriously injured.

　　

　　The middle-aged monk is tall and burly, with a pale blue lower jaw, and his face is bitter and enmity.

　　

　　 If Xu Qi'an is here, he can recognize this burly monk, and he is the Hengyuan he has been searching for.

　　

　　 "Brother..." Henghui's hoarse voice.

　　

　　 Hengyuan ignored him and sat cross-legged.

　　

　　 "I was badly injured, and I severed my hand to fight back." Henghui said.

　　

　　 Hengyuan opened his eyes, and said with concern: "Henghui, turning back is the shore."

　　

　　 Henghui shook her head, "Brother, I followed you when I entered Qinglong Temple at the age of six. You taught me to meditate, teach me to chant, take care of my daily life, and treat me like a brother and a father. Something."

　　

　　 Hengyuan sighed and nodded.

　　

　　 Henghui raised his head, and under his cloak, there were dark eyes without white eyes. He smiled grimly: "I'm going to eat brother."