"Exactly, according to reports, Master Xu and his party finally landed in Shuofang before they disappeared," Yan Shu said.
Qin Jueming didn't beat around the bush, and nodded: "That's right, they were resting at the post station thirty miles away from the town, and I also met Mr. Xu, but for some reason, Mr. Xu was in a hurry and left that night."
"Leaving that night?" Yan Shu frowned.
"Master Xu told me that disaster relief is urgent and I dare not neglect it, so I didn't suspect it at that time." Qin Jueming's eyes were pensive, "But after thinking about it later, I felt a little creepy."
Yan Shu was puzzled: "Why did the adoptive father say such a thing?"
Qin Jueming said: "Among the Jinyi Guards who walked with Mr. Xu, there were dozens of pale faces and decadent spirits, as if..."
Qin Jueming paused, and then said: "Like a walking dead."
There were many doubts, Yan Shu put his thumb and index finger against his chin, frowned, and thought hard.
"Don't be in a hurry." Qin Jueming said, "I heard that you came because of this incident. I have asked my cronies to follow the Yunyin Road to find Master Xu's whereabouts. Maybe we will find some clues."
Although Qin Jueming lives in Shuofang, he is a Jiedu envoy after all, holding a hundred thousand horses in his hand, he is famous far and wide, and his cronies and spies are naturally spread all over the place.
"Thank you foster father." Yan Shu clasped his fists together, "Tomorrow I will go to the inn where Master Xu is staying."
"Okay." Qin Jueming nodded, "It's getting late, go and rest."
Yan Shu saluted, got up and left the study.
Qin Jueming was the only one left in the huge study, and for a while a needle could be heard. Qin Jueming raised his head and stared fixedly at the paintings on the wall.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the study, and the dumb Zhao Bo babbled at the door.
"Uncle Zhao, please come in." Qin Jueming called out, looking away.
Uncle Zhao walked in and held a painting in front of Qin Jueming, which showed Li Changtian.
Qin Jueming picked up the painting, looked at it twice, and boasted: "Uncle Zhao, your paintings are getting more and more lifelike."
Uncle Zhao bowed his hands in thanks.
"Come quickly to the surrounding towns, ask if anyone knows, and see if you can help this little brother find relatives." Qin Jueming returned the painting to Uncle Zhao.
Uncle Zhao nodded and started to deal with the matter.
After Uncle Zhao left, Qin Jueming looked at the painting on the wall, and suddenly said slowly, "Ziqing, Shu'er is back today, he has grown up, and has grown into a handsome young man, just like what you wished for back then." exactly the same, and you..."
"It's been almost nine years."
After Qin Jueming finished speaking, he suddenly coughed violently. He covered his lips and mouth, and it took him a long time to recover. When he raised his hand, he found that his palm was full of blood.
Qin Jueming took it for granted, and casually took a towel from the desk to wipe it off.
The moonlight is thin and cool, through the window, sprinkled into the quiet study, lonely and lonely.
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In the early morning of the second day, the rooster crowed several times, and the sky gradually became brighter.
Li Changtian woke up early, stretched his waist, and folded the quilt into tofu cubes.
There is a well in the west courtyard, Li Changtian fetched water himself, and washed himself.
When he was holding his hair with a blue headband, there was a knock on the door.
"Here we come." Li Changtian trotted to the door, opened it, and saw Yan Shu standing at the door, with the warm morning sun swaying behind him.
"Morning." Li Changtian leaned on the door frame with his left hand, and grinned.
"It's time to have breakfast." Yan Shu looked at him and said calmly.
"Okay." Li Changtian closed the door, and walked to the hall side by side with Yan Shu.
The two of them passed through the west courtyard and saw the lame domestic servant sweeping the floor again. Yan Shu saw him and saluted respectfully.
Li Changtian hurriedly imitated Yan Shu's movements and saluted.
The lame servant did not speak, but bowed to the two of them.
Yan Shu stood up and led Li Changtian away.
Li Changtian smiled and said, "You are quite interesting. It's fine for the dumb old man to be in charge, but the only domestic servant is still lame. Tell me, who else is here?"
Yan Shu said indifferently: "Don't talk nonsense, that person is not a domestic servant, he is the head of the Thousand Poisons Sect in Southern Border, he is proficient in refining Gu and poisoning, just like you, he is a resident here, just wandering here, temporarily staying here That's all."
"Huh?" Li Changtian's eyes widened.
Although he didn't understand anything, he seemed very powerful.
"Although my adoptive father is not from the Jianghu, he knows many strange people." Yan Shu said.
Li Changtian suddenly realized and nodded.
Yan Shu said: "By the way, at noon I will go to the post station thirty miles away to investigate the case, and I may not be back until tomorrow. In these two days, the cook will call you for dinner."
"Huh?" Li Changtian paused, "Don't you need me to follow?"
"No." Yan Shu replied.
"Ah good."
Also, what's the use of following him
Li Changtian laughed at himself secretly, feeling a little bored.
After eating breakfast, Yan Shu bid farewell to Qin Jueming, went back to the wing room and took the sword, then rode his horse and hurried to the post station.
Seeing that Li Changtian was absent-minded after having breakfast, Qin Jueming thought he was missing home, so he comforted him: "Brother Changtian, don't worry, I have already sent someone to look for your relatives, there should be news soon. "
"Thank you, Lord Qin." Li Changtian nodded.
After breakfast, Li Changtian went back to the wing room, thinking about recruiting soldiers idly.
But Qin Jueming had important matters to attend to, so he left the mansion and went to the military camp.
When Qin Jueming returned to the courtyard, it was already dead of night, and as soon as he entered, Uncle Zhao greeted him.
Uncle Zhao handed Qin Jueming a letter, Qin Jueming opened it, glanced at it twice, and suddenly widened his eyes.
He took a few breaths, his chest heaved, his face was ashen, and the hand holding the letter trembled slightly.
"He..." Qin Jueming suppressed his voice, his voice trembling, "Where is he?"
Uncle Zhao pointed to the west courtyard.
It was the place where Li Changtian rested.