The Bandit’s Strategy

Chapter 12: [Someone wants to help] What is the purpose?

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As soon as the little disciple finished speaking, Mu Qingshan felt that a chill had spread all over Shang Yunze's body instantly, so he was very worried in his heart, and said with concern, "The situation is very serious? Then the castle master should go back earlier."

"Which two groups of people?" Shang Yunze asked.

"Returning to the castle master, it is the third master Qian and the hall master Wang. It is said that the third master said something that should not be said after drinking, which angered the hall master Wang." The little disciple said, "Although the conflict has subsided now, the two sides are still at war. , the castle master should go back."

"Go back and tell them, come see me at the government office within three days." Shang Yunze said coldly, "Otherwise, you won't have to stay in Duanyun Mountain in the future."

"Are you really not going back?" Mu Qingshan was still asking, "It sounds a little serious."

"It's not the first time that Qian San made a drinking mistake. It's serious but not serious. It's really shameful to be ashamed." Shang Yunze said, "Wang Yu is also very irritable, and it's not unusual for the two parties to fight, so there's no need to go back specially .”

"But you're fine." Mu Qingshan said, "I said it just now, you're too busy to panic."

Shang Yunze: ...

Why should these words be remembered so clearly.

But fortunately, the little disciple knew how to wink, and hurriedly disappeared consciously before his castle master got mad.

Shang Yunze sat silently in the study.

Mu Qingshan made him a cup of clear fire lotus leaf tea.

Shang Yunze seemed to be in an extremely bad mood.

Mu Qingshan stood beside him hesitating to speak, and finally moved after a while, but instead of squatting beside him and softly comforting himself as Shang Yunze had thought earlier, he turned around and walked out, his movements were very cautious.

Lord Shang's chest felt tight, "Where are you going?!"

"Eh?" Mu Qingshan turned his head, "Go to the kitchen and have a look."

Shang Yunze's face was dark, why did he go to the kitchen at this time

"I see that the castle master seems to be thinking about something." Mu Qingshan said, "It's inconvenient to disturb you." There is still half a word to say, and seeing that you look like you are about to catch fire, I'd better leave early and stay behind It's also scary here.

Shang Yunze really wanted to expose the case - even if it's just ordinary friends, when one party is angry, shouldn't the other party stay to comfort him

"Can I go?" Probably feeling that the environment was dangerous, Mu Qingshan took a step back silently.

"Come back!" Shang Yunze stared.

Mu Qingshan hesitated.

Shang Yunze simply stood up, strode forward and pulled the person back to the case, and ordered, "Sit down!"

"Castle Master." Mu Qingshan's back was numb, and he quickly reminded, "I don't know anything about Jianghu, I'm afraid I can't make any suggestions, and it's useless to stay here." So hurry up and let me go back to the kitchen...

Shang Yunze felt that sooner or later he would be mad at him to death.

Mu Qingshan pulled his hand back vigorously, and even really wanted to call the yamen servant. He had never seen Shang Yunze like this, so he instinctively remembered the four words that often appeared in the mouth of the storyteller - obsessed! So he panicked even more, staring hard at his eyes, trying to find some clues.

Shang Yunze was inexplicably stared at by him, "Are you bewitched?"

You are bewitched! Mu Qingshan asked nervously, "Do you still recognize who I am?"

Shang Yunze: ...

Mu Qingshan looked at him, ready to shout "Help" at any time!

But fortunately, Shang Yunze didn't tear off his clothes and run wildly like the storyteller said, but took out a bottle of ointment from his bosom, rubbed some on the small frostbite slowly.

Mu Qingshan heaved a sigh of relief, luckily he wasn't bewitched.

"Does it itch?" Shang Yunze asked.

"A little bit." The right hand gradually became very hot under the action of ointment and massage, and there was some itching near the frostbite.

"It will be fine later." Shang Yunze said, "Don't touch the ice water in winter, and it will grow back slowly."

"En." Mu Qingshan said, "Thank you, Castle Master."

"After the tailor comes, let's make your brother and sister-in-law's winter clothes together." Shang Yunze said, "Is there anything else you need to buy at home?"

Mu Qingshan hurriedly shied away when he heard the words, but he was very moved in his heart.

"Why are you being polite to me?" Shang Yunze shook his head, "If you refuse to accept, then I will return to Duanyun Mountain tomorrow."

Mu Qingshan: ...

Shang Yunze continued to help him apply the medicine. The hands of a nerd are naturally different from those of a martial arts practitioner. However, because Mu Qingshan often helps the family with work, there are also a few small calluses on his hands, and he was also a little playful when he was a child. Burns left behind.

Lord Shang felt a little regretful, why he didn't go down the mountain and go to the city earlier, maybe he had already brought him back to Duanyun Mountain—even if it was just to be an accountant.

"I'll go to the kitchen to have a look." Mu Qingshan said.

Shang Yunze got a headache when he heard the words, "Why do you always want to go to the kitchen." It hasn't been long since we ate, so we must be hungry too fast.

Mu Qingshan said, "I'm going to cook some mung bean soup."

Shang Yunze said, "Let Wang Ma cook."

Mu Qingshan said, "I want to thank the castle master."

Um? ! Shang Yunze looked at him, "Cooked for me?"

"There is nothing else in the government office." Mu Qingshan said, "Mung bean soup can clear the fire."

Lord Shang was very relieved, and knew how to clear the fire for himself.

"I don't understand the affairs of Jianghu sect, but I also know that there are some things that cannot be rushed." Mu Qingshan said, "The castle owner does not need to worry, even if it is a big problem, there will always be a solution."

Shang Yunze nodded, and smiled with a smug face.

Wash your hands and make soup.

Very good very good.

On Cangmang Mountain facing Muya, Lu Zhui is sitting in the gazebo, playing chess with himself, green ant new fermented wine, red clay small stove, in stark contrast to the endless white snow outside.

"Second master." A disciple ran over and said, "Eldest master hasn't eaten yet."

Lu chased down a sunspot, patted his clothes and stood up, "Where is the person?"

The disciple replied, "The study room."

Lu Zhui walked over slowly.

The study in Chaomuya is naturally different from the study in Fuya. Zhao Yue has never been interested in anyone who cares about it, and it hurts to read two lines of words, so the study is mostly calligraphy, paintings and antiques collected by Lu Zhui, as well as... all kinds of things he found from the foot of the mountain. Picture books and portraits.

Lu Zhui was born into a rich family, and he has been talented in literature since he was a child, but he has never seen so many folk stories, and the plots are all very exciting. Although Zhao Yue expressly forbids it, the young disciples on Chaomu Cliff are still very interested in it, and they often get together secretly to discuss the themes, "The big master helped the neighbors to collect vegetables today" and "The big master helped the neighbors again today." The vegetables are collected", very amicable.

"The master." Lu Zhui knocked on the door.

Zhao Yue said, "Annoying!"

Lu Zhui pushed the door open and went in, and saw Zhao Yue sitting on a chair, his face was dark, and his hair was almost standing on end, as if he was possessed by a thunderbolt.

Lu Zhui said, "Eat."

Zhao Yue was furious, "Don't eat!"

Lu Zhui sat opposite him, "If I knew this, why didn't I go to the appointment last night?"

Zhao Yue stared, "He told me to go, so I will go?!"

"It's really not necessary." Lu Zhui looked at him, "Then go eat now."

Zhao Yue stood up angrily and walked out.

Lu Zhui's mood was also very complicated - because of a word from the magistrate, he could be restless for ten days, saying that he didn't want to go to the appointment, but he became irritable and didn't say anything all night, and now he didn't even eat food! This is not an attempted negotiation, but more like a temper tantrum with his wife.

It's life-threatening, Lu Erdang was so shocked by this weird association that his back shivered, and goose bumps shook off his body.

However, the prefect of Wen at the foot of the mountain still seemed relaxed and at ease, beaming every day, holding a booklet with the housekeeper to count the New Year's goods, and preparing to distribute them to the people in the city. For the first time in Cangmang City, lanterns were hung up, and a stage was even set up. Every household was full of joy. The business of the tailor shop in the city was so prosperous that they almost rushed to work day and night. Everyone wanted to wear new clothes to sweep away the bad luck.

In the early morning of the second day, Wen Liunian was standing in the courtyard exercising his muscles and bones when he saw Mu Qingshan walking in with a letter, "The post office just delivered it."

"Yunnan?" Wen Liunian was a little surprised when he glanced at the sealant outlet. After opening the envelope and reading it, his brows furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Mu Qingshan asked.

Wen Liunian said, "There is a martial arts sect in Miaojiang called Mujiazhuang, who said they would come to help Cangmang City suppress bandits."