The Imperial Guard’s Revenge Chapter 30: : There are new clues

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If you don’t see the king or the marquis, it will be Gusu City next year.

The city of Suzhou in late autumn has a different kind of beauty. According to legend, in the Xia Dynasty there was a very famous counselor named Xu. Xu was not only talented and knowledgeable, but also proficient in astronomy and geography. Because he helped Dayu control floods, he was deeply respected by King Shun, who made him a minister and granted Xu the land of Wu. From then on, Wuzhong became known as "Gu Xu". As time went by, the word "Xu" was not easy to recognize. In Wu dialect, the words "Xu" and "Su" are similar, so "Gu Xu" gradually evolved into "Gu Su".

Liu Mu walked slowly and leisurely all the way south. Like the Gushe Immortal, he let the boatman go directly to the fairy. He was too lazy to go to Hanshan Temple, and he had no intention of going to Huqiu. As for the Goulan place, he was even less interested. People are lazy in the afternoon sun, sleeping soundly on the bow of the boat with a wine jar that destroys their temperament. The boatman Lao Mo lives in Gusu City and has met countless people. It can be said that he has met countless people. But he had never seen such a strange visitor to Suzhou. He had never got off the ship since he boarded the ship three days ago. Apart from sending himself to the city to buy wine for him, he didn't make much noise every day. Old Mo, who couldn't understand these people in the world, could only smile bitterly and rock the boat to the center of the lake, pick up the fishing hook and start fishing. He knew that the old man would be serving food and wine soon.

The fish in Taihu Lake are fat and fresh. Today, Lao Mo's luck was a bit too good. In a moment, two white fish grabbed the hook. Taihu white fish is also called "minnow" and is named after its head and tail upwards. It has a long and narrow body with flat sides, fine bones and fine scales, shining silver light, and tender meat. It is a rare gourmet ingredient. Lao Mo put the carefully prepared white fish as an appetizer. On the small table at the bow of the boat, he was about to turn around and leave, but Liu Mu stopped him: "Old Mo, the wine tastes wrong today. Are you being deceived? "Liu Mu was there, sniffing the newly opened wine jar.

"How is that possible?" Lao Mo said in surprise and disbelief.

"Try it yourself. This is not the Taihu drunk from the past two days. The taste is a bit bland." Liu Mu frowned and handed the wine jar to Lao Mo.

Old Mo took it with some disbelief, lowered his head and took a deep sniff and said doubtfully: "It does taste a bit bland. That little brat Xu San dares to lie to me, let's see if I don't skin him." The old man who has been drunk from Taihu Lake all his life Mo, he is so familiar with the taste of wine. He has been selling wine since the tavern was still run by Lao Xu. It is true that there has never been any incident of ginseng before, otherwise I would not have gone to his house to sell wine. Lao Mo, who was a little angry at the moment, walked to the stern of the boat and started to move the boat towards the shore.

Liu Mu didn't stop him. There were two things he couldn't accept. The first was drinking wine that had been soaked in water, and the second was not having Yang Chun noodles. Throwing the wine jar into Taihu Lake, he stood upright and waited for the boat to dock. I followed Lao Mo leisurely all the way, and in less than a cup of tea, I arrived in front of the tavern with the back of the Gusu City Wall. The fence netting was somewhat sparse, and there were several large empty wine jars placed near the door in the yard. There were three or two simple wooden tables without any drinkers at the moment.

Lao Mo, whose anger did not disappear all the way, became angrier as he thought about it. He raised his leg and kicked open the small wooden door that was ajar, shouting: "Little Sanzi, get out of here, you wicked man" You dare to sell me wine with ginseng water." After scolding you, you didn't even enter the house. After looking around, you picked up the bench that was placed aside and started smashing the wine jars. Scolding: "Damn it, Lao Xu gave birth to such a wicked thing like you, you are so mad at me."

Liu Mu was a little surprised by Lao Mo's outburst. He always thought that Lao Mo was here to argue, and he just wanted to blackmail him with two jars of good wine. He never thought that Lao Mo meant to smash other people's signs. Seeing those wine jars It was almost ruined by Old Mo. Liu Mu, who was a little distressed, quickly stopped Old Mo who was still smashing it and said: "Old Mo, Old Mo, that's it. How can I make wine after you have smashed all the wine jars? "

"You're still **** his legs. If I don't beat this son of a **** to death today." Lao Mo still struggled to continue beating him.

"Old Mo, you are like this and people are still trying to kill you, so stop it immediately." Liu Mu was a little frightened by Lao Mo's temper. He didn't expect that the usually cheerful Lao Mo was a dynamite stove that would explode when lit.

“You’re still trying to fight me?” Lao Mo pointed at his nose and laughed in anger, “If it weren’t for me, Old Mo, Lao Xu’s turtle son would have died in Taihu Lake feeding the fish, and he’s still trying to fight me. If you don’t give me an explanation today, I will ruin his brand.”

Hearing this, Liu Mu understood. No wonder Lao Mo was so reasonable. He turned out to be his savior. Even if everything was destroyed today, it would be no big deal. At that moment, he was watching the excitement with his arms folded, and he made a strange sound that was not too serious: "Old Mo, the table, the table is not broken yet. Old Mo, the window. Old Mo..."

Half a day later, Lao Mo, who had lost most of his anger, ignored Liu Mu's strange anger and asked doubtfully: "Why doesn't the mistress come out? Is he **** hiding?" Liu Mu finally came back to his senses. Come on, something is indeed abnormal. The smashing and cursing in the yard were so loud that the people in the house couldn't hear it. It was possible that he had entered the city. He immediately walked over and opened the door curtain, but the unlocked door meant that he had not gone far. Liu Mu, who realized something was wrong, called out to Lao Mo, who was still looking for his mistress in front of and behind the house, opened the door and walked in.

What caught his eye were several broken wine jars. The strong smell of wine in the room allowed Liu Mu to identify without any pressure that this was the Taihu Drunk he drank two days ago. Papers were scattered on the floor by the door, and several wine jars that had been overturned by external forces were empty of wine. Liu Mu concluded that there was no one in this room and walked lightly towards the side room. The scene that appeared in front of him made Liu Mu extremely heavy.

The wine jar in the corner had been cleaned, leaving a large area vacant. The blood-red veins on the pink and white walls are so dazzling. You don’t need to look carefully at Liu Mu to know that they are the puppets he once saw in the mountain temple. The only difference is that the hollowed-out wall in the middle is no longer a puppet. This time it was replaced by the mistress. Liu Mu took a step back and stopped Lao Mo who was about to go in, and said in a serious tone: "Don't go in, report to the official."

"What's wrong?" Lao Mo was a little confused.

Liu Mu didn't know how to describe it, so he could only say two words: "It's miserable!"

Old Mo was a little unwilling to give up. Liu Mu did not block Old Mo's prying eyes this time, and walked aside with a frown. After a moment, Lao Mo covered his mouth and rushed out of the house. Liu Mu heard the sound inadvertently and guessed that Lao Mo was about to vomit his stomach.

Whether Lao Mo will eventually report to the government or not, Liu Mu will take care of it. It's not that he is nosy, but who made him catch up. He doesn't know why he used a living person instead of a puppet this time. Without any clue, he entered the room again and saw that the mistress was fixed in the wall without any ability to resist. Who is so perverted?

Unwilling to give up, Liu Mu began to check inch by inch, but found nothing. "That's wrong." Liu Mu focused all his attention on the **** pattern. The pattern was wrong. Although they are similar in general, the details are very different. This pattern has been changed by others, and it no longer has the ability to seduce people. After recording the pattern on paper in detail, Liu Mu walked out of the room. Lao Mo, who had nothing to vomit, sat sluggishly in the vomit and was still mumbling something. Liu Mu, who had been getting along for two days and thought Lao Mo was a nice person, walked over and pulled Lao Mo up with one hand.

Originally, Lao Mo, who had a dull look in his eyes, saw the pattern on the paper in Liu Mu's hand and shouted in horror: "Heaven's punishment, it's heaven's punishment..."