"Yun Shu, these five corpses are unclaimed. Tomorrow, you can draw a few more pictures. This official orders someone to post them and let people find them."
Ji Yunshu wiped his hands with a clean handkerchief, packed up his sandalwood box, and said coldly, "I won't be working tomorrow, you can find another painter to copy it."
"Alright, it's getting late, this official will send someone to take you back?"
"No, I'm used to walking alone at night."
"It's not easy to walk at night."
"My pleasure."
The county magistrate was asking for boredom, and Ji Yunshu was cold-hearted, and in the eyes of outsiders, he was self-righteous, but he kept hitting her at the muzzle many times.
At this moment, someone outside the crowd suddenly shouted loudly: "Get out of the way."
The crowd was pushed aside, more than 20 people rushed out, and a spacious road was vacated. Each of them wore a long sword around his waist, dressed in brocade, with a solemn expression on his face, staring straight ahead.
In an instant, I saw a man approaching, a man in a blue shirt and robe, with lavender flowers embroidered on the satin, golden boots and jade pendants carved, not easy, sword eyebrows and star eyes, straight beam bones, thin cold and tight lips. Zhang Junlang's face was illuminated by the torches around him, and his face was clearly cold and pretty, but there was a gloomy coldness on his seemingly calm expression.
And beside the man, stood a burly man and a middle-aged man with straight eyebrows.
Ji Yunshu recognized the middle-aged man at a glance, his father Ji Shuhan. At this time, shouldn't he be entertaining the noble from the capital? Could it be that the man in Tsing Yi is a distinguished guest from the capital
Ji Shuhan naturally recognized Ji Yunshu as well. Seeing her dressed in men's clothes, and digging into the pile of dead people again, a burst of anger burst into his heart, but on the surface it was flat.
The county magistrate looked around, scratched his head, and he was unclear. He went over and asked, "Master Ji, who are you?"
"Master Liu, these five corpses are the subordinates of this young master. You can remove your people. It's none of your business here."
Ji Shuhan never took the county magistrate in his eyes, he spoke with air, and was very arrogant.
The county magistrate was at a loss for words. Since the body was claimed, he didn't want to go into the muddy water, so he waved his hand and signaled his yamen to withdraw to the side.
"Master, do you want to carry these corpses to Yizhuang?" Ji Shuhan changed his face to please and asked softly.
The man said nothing, his eyes were scorching cold, he looked at the five corpses, frowning.
"Didn't the five of them return to Beijing yesterday?"
"Yesterday they did go back to Beijing, and I don't know why they are here. Young Master, it seems that something is wrong." The big man replied from the side.
Of course, there was something strange. These five people were all swordsmen. There was a fire in the house, and there was no reason for them to be burned alive. And the road back to Beijing does not pass through Dongjiao Village, so what is going on
Ji Yunshu had already packed up his things and was about to leave quietly. His father was here, and he felt a little uncomfortable.
Just after walking a few steps, I heard the man instruct others: "Burn it and bring the ashes back to the capital for burial."
"Subordinates take orders."
Burned
Ji Yunshu was stunned, his footsteps stopped, he looked at the man strangely, and added: "Since there is something strange, why don't you ask someone to come and have a look? Burn the corpse, and the evidence will be gone."
Hearing that, the man looked at her in plain clothes and elegant, with a thin body, a small face, and fair complexion. There was no masculinity at all, but there was a sense of feminine tenderness.
"My son's subordinates are already in such a miserable state, and they can't let those idiots open their stomachs again."
"But these people died unexpectedly, and the son doesn't want to find out the truth?"
"Death by accident? What do you know?" The man squinted slightly.
Ji Yunshu didn't say a word, and glanced at her father, still a pair of disgusted and angry eyes fell on her, she ignored it, put on the white gloves again, walked to a corpse and squatted down, pinching her chin. bone.