Qin Mu frowned slightly when he heard the news, and glanced at the Yankang Guoshi beside him. Yankang Guoshi showed grief and said: "I should go to Zhenbei Prince's Mansion to express my condolences."
Qin Mu said in a low voice: "Master, why did King Zhenbei rebel?"
"He is not against the emperor, but against me for the sake of his Ling family."
Yankang Guoshi said softly: "My power is too great, which makes him uneasy, thinking that I will overthrow the rule of the Ling family. You are right, it is time for me to start a family. There are natural principles in my heart, and human desires."
Qin Mu looked strange.
People like Yankang Guoshi start a family? It's somewhat absurd, but it's about to happen.
"I want to go back to the mansion first and change into plain clothes. King Zhenbei has made great contributions to the country. Although he doesn't agree with me, he is a respectable person and must be worshipped."
Yankang Guoshi parted from him, saying: "When I arrive in the capital, I don't need you to worry about my injury."
Qin Mu nodded, Yankang Guoshi was seriously injured in a sneak attack before, but his injuries have long since healed, which means that he must also have a genius doctor by his side, and there is no need for Qin Mu to treat his injuries when he arrives in the capital.
When Yankang Guoshi returned to the National Teacher's Mansion, he suddenly became alert. Instead of going through the main entrance, he jumped directly into the mansion. Looking around, he saw that all the forbidden seals in the mansion were there.
He still didn't relax, and said in a deep voice, "Old Fu? Yuan Qing?"
There was still no sound, and the National Teacher's Mansion was surprisingly quiet.
Yankang Guoshi walked inside, and when he came to the hall, he saw several servants and guards of the Guoshi's mansion tied up tightly, stacked together like arhats.
Yankang Guoshi frowned, and then saw Fu Yuanqing, the little poison king Fu Yuanqing was stripped naked, tied up, hung on the ceiling of the hall, with his tongue sticking out, a gold rope was tied to his tongue, and a big man was hanging under the gold rope. Tituo, I don't know how heavy it is.
Yankang Guoshi frowned, the sword light flickered at his fingertips, cut off the golden rope, and cut off the rope on his body. Fu Yuanqing fell down, and the fall was not light. Only then did Yankang Guoshi realize that his cultivation base was sealed, even the gods in his body were sealed, and he could not exert his cultivation base at all.
Yankang Guoshi unlocked his seal, and also unlocked the seals of other servants and guards, and said with a deep expression: "What's going on?"
"do not know."
Fu Yuanqing shook his head and said in shame: "I didn't see anything, so I was sealed, and then I was hung up. I still didn't see anything, then my tongue was pulled out, and a big iron tuo was hung, and I wanted to call for help. Neither!"
"Master, is our mansion haunted?"
Those servants also looked terrified, and said: "I didn't see anything, and then I was stacked together, unable to move!"
"Haunted?"
Master Yankang shook his head and said: "It's not a ghost. It's that the man's speed is so fast that you can't even see him. I know who this man is. He broke into my mansion just to take advantage of me. No, get back his leg. If my prediction is correct, the warehouse where I keep the treasure should be empty."
He brought everyone to the warehouse, only to see that the seal on the warehouse was still there, untouched.
Fu Yuanqing breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile: "Master, you guessed wrong, the seal is still there, probably the thief couldn't unlock your seal, so he didn't touch anything in the warehouse."
Yankang Guoshi sighed, and said: "The phantom is invisible, stealing the sky and changing the sun, why bother to untie the seal? He can pass through the seal directly without touching the seal at all. The warehouse is indeed empty."
People don't believe it.
Yankang Guoshi opened the seal, pushed the door in, and saw that the house where all kinds of treasures were kept was empty and washed clean.
And on the wall facing the door, there should have been a painting, that painting was the picture of the sword god carrying the sword drawn by the prince of Tiantu Kingdom back then, but this picture has disappeared.
It was replaced by a crooked and ugly character: "Master, I took my leg away, and I accepted the treasure you collected with a smile. I will take good care of your servant for you. Don't worry. By the way, Your bed, I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I pulled a pile of poop on your bed, and made you a pot of fragrant tea in the study. We have settled our grievances, and you don’t need to thank me!"
Yankang Guoshi's face was gloomy, and he hurriedly turned around and came to the bedroom, lifted the quilt, covered his nose with the stench, and waved: "Old Fu, throw it out, throw it out!"
Fu Lao hurriedly wrapped the quilt and rolled up the mattress, but the whole bed still smelled bad. Fu said: "Master, do you want to throw away this bed too?"
"Throw it away!"
Master Yankang waved his hand, and walked quickly to the study room. There was a sense of commotion in the study room, and the teapot was soaked in yellow and orange, which was obviously not tea.
Yankang Guoshi rolled up his sleeves, and sent the teapot and teacups out of the window, his face livid: "You bastard, it's fine to take away your own legs, and you are still eating, drinking, and sleeping in my house. It's ruining my cleanliness! Mr. Fu, prepare again!" Some tea sets and bedding."
Elder Fu hesitated for a moment, and said, "Master, the family is running out of money..."
Master Yankang was startled slightly, and pondered: "It will take a few days for the emperor's reward to come down. My salary for this month is issued every month, but it will not be paid until the beginning of the month. Is this month's salary gone?"
Fu Lao said: "The master took most of his salary with him on this trip, and the money left behind will be given to the princes and ministers for their birthdays, and some for their children. A few days ago, the queen mother in the palace celebrated her birthday, and the younger ones prepared gifts. It's too cold here."
Yankang Guoshi had a headache and said: "The king of Zhenbei is dead, and I need to prepare some gifts. Is there really no money at home? What else can I pawn?"
"this… "
Elder Fu hesitated for a moment, but did not answer. Yankang Guoshi looked around, and saw that although the house was not small, it didn't have a few pieces of furniture, and couldn't take out a few things that could be pawned.
He has always felt that playing with things is useless, so he keeps everything simple in food and clothing, and there are no antiques. The things he collects are often strange and weird, such as the leg of the lame man, the paintings of the prince of Tiantu Kingdom, and so on, but these things are sneaked by the god and stolen.
"Can I advance my salary?"
Fu Lao said: "Master, don't you want to lose face?"
Yankang Guoshi hesitated: "Can I borrow some?"
Mr. Fu shook his head and said: "In the recent war, the few people who have made good friends with the master are all out of the army and not at home. Moreover, the master has borrowed it many times and has never repaid it. They will be gossiped about. Their heads are not at home. I'm going to borrow money, who will borrow it? Unless the master comes forward in person."
Master Yankang pondered, and said: "My painting skills are not bad, I can sell my paintings for some money."
Fu said: "Is the master's signature?"
Yankang Guoshi shook his head: "Subscribe my name, anyone who buys my paintings is bribing me, and if you don't sign it."
Fu Lao shook his head and said, "Then master's paintings cannot be sold."
Yankang Guoshi was angry: "How do you know that you can't sell it? I collect the paintings of the prince of Tiantu Kingdom, and I have copied them many times. Although I dare not say that they can be compared with the saints of painting, but it is not bad?"
"Master, where is the capital? Celebrities are like crucian carp crossing the river, but how many can make money from calligraphy and painting? Most of them are skinny and hungry. How do you think Master's painting skills are better than theirs?"
Fu Lao said: "It's the master's disciples who can lend money to the master."
"Borrowing money from an apprentice? I can't bear this face."
Yankang Guoshi suddenly thought of Qin Mu, and said with a smile: "I know who has money, you can borrow it. He spends a lot of money, and he is often the one who pays for me when I buy medicine, otherwise my little salary would have been spent long ago. He is not here In the court, it is not shameful to borrow money from him. I will borrow money, and you wait here for me."
Qin Mu returned to the Taiyuan Academy's scholar's residence. As soon as he entered the scholar's residence, he smelled a scent of elixir. This scent of elixir seemed to come from his own yard, and he couldn't help wondering.
There are special handymen in the scholar's residence. Although they are handymen, each handyman often goes to the hall to listen to lectures, so the strength of cultivation is not weak. Some handymen are even stronger than scholars. In the history of the Taiyuan Academy, there have been many handymen who have cultivated extraordinary skills.
There are handymen guarding the scholar's residence, and basically no outsiders can sneak in.
Qin Mu took Long Qilin and Hu Ling'er into his yard, and saw large and small packages of medicinal materials piled up in the yard, as well as medicine stoves, medicine cauldrons and other things.
Both the medicine cauldron and the medicine furnace are extraordinary, and the texture of the imprint on them is extremely extraordinary, obviously they are treasures, and the treasures that Qin Mu looted from the Loulan Golden Palace are not inferior!
There was a leg in one of the medicine cauldrons, and an arm in the other medicine stove.
Seeing this leg and arm, Qin Mu was startled slightly, and said to Hu Ling'er and Long Qilin, "You wait outside the yard, don't let anyone enter my house."
Hu Ling'er and Long Qilin got up and walked out of the yard. Qin Mu turned his head and saw Long Qilin squeezing the door frame creakingly. Break my door, and then I'll have to replace it."
He pushed open the door of the main room, and saw two half-aged men sitting there. The cripples were clean and tidy, their hair was shiny and shiny, and the beard on their chins was also tied with a golden rope. It is also very particular.
And Ma Ye sat opposite him, wearing a blue shirt, not as fancy as the lame man's clothes, with one sleeve hanging down empty. He looked a little dusty, he must have been here not long ago, his temples were gray, and his hair was a little messy.
When the two saw Qin Mu walking in, the cripple showed a simple and honest smile, and Ma Ye also showed a smile on his cold face.
"Master Ma, grandpa lame..."
Qin Mu was moved in his heart, his eyes were slightly red: "Are you here to see me?"
"No." Master Ma said.
Qin Mu felt a little pain in his heart, and the cripple smiled and said, "You live a much more comfortable life than us, why do we come to see you? We picked you up, and we will come all the way to see you? Don't be too sentimental. "
Qin Mu said angrily, "You just came to see me!"
The cripple shook his head and said, "I just came to ask you to connect my leg. Can you help me see if my leg is still alive?"
"No help."
The cripple said angrily: "You brat's wings are hard? We didn't come to see you!"
Master Ma coughed, and said unhurriedly: "You didn't come to see him, why didn't you take your own leg to find the pharmacist, but why did you come to him? Don't tease him, you are about to cry."
"I'm not about to cry." Qin Mu said with a stiff neck.
"Okay, okay, don't be red-eyed, I'm here to see you. I just came back from the National Teacher's Mansion, lived there for a while, and took a few things with me. I saw the leg in the stove ?”
The old man was proud: "My leg! I got it back from the National Teacher's Mansion. The National Teacher has nothing to do. He just watched me take my leg away!"
Qin Mu was silent for a moment, and showed a simple and honest smile: "Grandpa lame, the national teacher and I just came back from other places, which national teacher is the national teacher in the national teacher's mansion?"
The cripple stared at him, Qin Mu didn't budge, and stared back at him. The smiles on their faces were almost the same, giving people a trustworthy feeling, even if they stabbed him with a knife, they would still I find them very trustworthy.
——The third update, more than 9,000 words have been completed today, and another day has exploded!