After the Fairy Disappeared Chapter 211

  Chapter 211 Barren Mountains Find Beauty

  Is the murderer still hiding nearby?

  Of course He Chunhua saw it too. He raised his hand in a defensive posture, and the supporting army drew out their weapons and scattered in all directions.

  Mrs. Ying and other family members retreated quietly.

  The atmosphere became more and more tense.

   Right at this moment, the room with the tallest, largest, and brightest lights suddenly opened the door with a creak.

   Someone stood out of the door and said, "Who is here?"

   It was actually a woman, wearing a snow-white cloak, hibiscus face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a fiery red coral hairpin on a dark cloud bun.

   All the officers were amazed that she was actually a beauty with a soft and magnetic voice.

  Barren hills, dead villages, the lively Lishu.

  Lu Xin didn't react much, while his companion, the **** wolf, stood in front of He Yue and bared his teeth at the beauty.

   Clearly felt threatened.

  He Chunhua stood still and frowned: "This is what I should ask. Come out of the ambushes, the smell of blood cannot be hidden from anyone."

  The beauty stretched out a finger and shook it: "When I came over, the villagers were already dead, I didn't kill them."

   "Where's the corpse?"

   "I dug a big pit after moving in and prepared to bury it." The woman sighed, "I'm not hard-hearted either."

  He Chunhua winked at Zhao Qinghe, who immediately walked around to the back of the village, and the former asked again: "Who are you? Please report to the door to avoid accidental injury."

   "My surname is Li, I am from the capital, and I am the head of the family in Songyang Prefecture."

  As soon as the word "Songyang Mansion" came out, the He family father and son were startled. He Chunhua turned his head and looked at He Lingchuan with a questioning look in his eyes.

  He Lingchuan could only shrug his shoulders and spread his hands, and told Mao Tao to hurry to the back of the line to invite someone.

Not long after, Zhao Qinghe came back and said to He Chunhua in a low voice: "My lord, there are indeed dozens of corpses piled up on the back mountain, and there is a half-dug hole on the ground. Also, I will check the nearby forest, No ambushes. Her men should be in these houses."

  If it is a robber, most of them will be killed but not buried. He Chunhua's complexion improved, and the eyes he looked at the woman softened: "I am He Chunhua, the governor of Xiazhou. I saw a light on the way and wanted to stay overnight. Just now, the scouts went first. Seeing this place is horrible."

At this time, someone came from the rear of the support army, and when they saw the beauty, they immediately stepped forward to salute, very respectful: "Li Fubo pays homage to your lord!" Then he turned to He Chunhua and introduced, "Master He, this is the master of my Songyang Mansion !"

   It was Li Fubo, the exclusive foundry master of Broken Knife and master craftsman of Songyang Mansion, who arrived.

  He Lingchuan silently raised his chin.

   Sir?

   This is Songyang Hou? The owner of Qizong Songyang Mansion?

  Why did no one tell him from the beginning to the end that Songyanghou is a woman?

  Since Li Fubo identified him, He Chunhua let go of his worries, and saluted sincerely: "It turns out that he is really Songyang Hou! Please take offense against He."

   Both sides were polite, Song Yanghou walked out, followed by two maids: "I will show you the corpse, please follow me." He knocked on the door frame, "Come out."

  Other houses opened their doors one after another, and more than thirty people walked out to salute her. He Lingchuan noticed that half of the people here were blind, obviously with cultivation or martial arts.

   "These are all my subordinates. I just told them to stay in the house and not come out to make trouble." Songyang Hou said, "When you went up the mountain, we had already seen the lights of the convoy."

  He Chunhua nodded, knowing that this was a euphemistic way of saying "to avoid conflict".

   Everyone walked to the back of the village.

  There were more than forty corpses lying on the ground, as the scouts said, there were men, women and children. Mrs. Ying turned her head after only one glance, not daring to look any further.

  He Lingchuan, Wu Shaoyi and others stepped forward to check and found that most of the fatal injuries were in the chest and throat.

   "Hearts and livers are gone, and some have had their kidneys removed." Wu Shaoyi turned her head and said, "The wounds were not left by swords, but rather like black beak pens."

  The murderer cut a hole in the chest of the deceased and removed the internal organs.

  Songyang Hou added: "The money and food in the house are not lost."

   "That's probably not what the bandits did." When the bandits entered the village to plunder, they wanted nothing more than the above two things.

  He Lingchuan pulled away the jacket of a deceased person, and pointed out the wound on the heart: "There are four gouges here, all near the heart, and only the last one was in the center of the heart. It can be seen that the murderer is very unskilled."

  He worked as a patrol in the Coiling Dragon Dreamland, and he has caught monsters seven or eight times, so he already has some experience.

  The rookie murderer?

  Although there is a process from unfamiliarity to proficiency for robbers to kill, it is impossible for the entire nest of robbers to use black beak pens, right?

  Compared with swords, this is a very partial weapon.

  He Chunhua pondered, "A monster?"

  The Marquis of Songyang was thoughtful: "A few days ago, the emperor was bleeding, and the mountains and fields were not so flat."

  It is a blessing for living beings to be alive, but blessings and misfortunes are always accompanied. After the emperor bleeds, the new monsters are restless, and it is easy to cause disasters to the place, and the governance order of mankind is facing great challenges.

  The Panlong Wasteland was like this back then, how could it be avoided in the Great Yuan Territory?

  Wu Shaoyi also said: "The villagers were killed five or six hours ago, and the murderer may have gone far."

   "We are borrowing their house tonight, and we should bury them alive." Songyanghou beckoned, and his men came over with **** and shovel.

  He Chunhua nodded: "It should be so."

  The permafrost was too hard, so Zeng Feixiong ordered more than a dozen soldiers to dig the burial, and sent two groups of soldiers to patrol nearby in turn.

  Songyang Hou returned to the village with He Chunhua and others.

  The open space outside the village is flat, and the supporting army is setting up tents here to raise fire. Now there are more than 600 family members of the entire army, and the cottages simply cannot accommodate them.

   This team followed He Chunhua from the west to the north, and was also used to eating and sleeping in the wind. They used windproof sheepskin tents, which were more windproof than cloth tents. He Chunhua also entrusted someone to buy warm bags from Shihuancheng Military Supplies. Its style is similar to the sleeping bags He Lingchuan knows, and it has a good effect of keeping warm when sleeping in the wild in autumn and winter.

  Of course, a bonfire is essential. Everyone went to the forest to pick up grass, and soon a pile was lit.

   The accommodation arrangements for the rest of the staff, I have my own housekeeper, Lao Mo, to worry about. He Chunhua said to him: "We only need to occupy the three huts on the west side."

  Songyang Hou waved his hand: "How can I do that? All the cottages belong to the support army, and we have another accommodation."

  Where is the other accommodation? Is it possible that Songyang Prefecture also needs to set up tents?

  I saw Marquis Songyang walking to the east of the village, looking for an open space and walking around: "This is just right."

   Then, she did not know where to take out a palm-sized courtyard model, put it on the ground, first uncovered the talisman paper on it, and then stepped back a hundred steps, then clapped her hands and shouted: "Long!"

  Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the toy-like courtyard rapidly inflated, like an inflated balloon.

  In just a few breaths, it turned into a normal courtyard, with a high-walled black door locked with a two-storey small building, and a pine tip sticking out of the wall.

   Toys come true.

  Songyanghou stepped forward and pushed open the courtyard door, looked back at He Chunhua and said with a smile: "Go inside and talk, it's too cold outside."

   This scene was so strange that the crowd was in a commotion.

  He Chunhua was also moved and said: "Hiding Xumi in mustard seeds, I actually saw this magical skill again today!"

  He Lingchuan explained to him: "Father, Sun Fuping's walnut boat was obtained from the Marquis of Songyang. He borrowed it and didn't return it. In the end, it was yours."

  He Chunhua came to a sudden: "It turned out to be the housekeeping skill of Songyang Mansion. No wonder!" Why didn't this kid mention it before?

  Hou Songyang smiled and glanced at He Lingchuan.

  The He family father and son entered the small courtyard, accompanied by Zhao Qinghe, Wu Shaoyi and other guards.

   "Ma'am, the carbon in the house is ready." The housekeeper Lao Mo wanted to invite his wife into the cottage to rest, after all, the journey was exhausting. But Mrs. Ying looked at the small courtyard and heard laughter coming from the courtyard, she immediately shook her head: "I'll go in and have a look too. Mama Qian!"

  People walked through the black gate, and saw a small courtyard of 80 square meters inside, with a rockery in the corner, wrinkled and porous, and beside the rockery, there was a strong and strange pine, and the crown of the tree began to blow in the wind and snow.

  The two palace lanterns cast a warm yellow halo, and the wind seems to be half a beat behind here.

  In front of the eaves of the small building, the wintersweet trees are in full bloom.

  The snow falls silently, and the small courtyard is elegant, as if isolated from the world. If you don't lean over the wall to look, who knows that there are barren mountains and wild villages outside?

  Walking into the small building, the warmth is blowing in your face, and the braziers at the four corners keep the cold out of the door.

   Walking here from the ice and snow, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

  Mrs. Ying said with a smile: "Songyang Hou will really enjoy it if you carry such a treasure with you."

   "I am used to running around on weekdays, and using it can save a lot of trouble."

  The two maids behind Songyang Hou came over, took the cloaks and cloaks for everyone, and served hot tea.

  He Chunhua then introduced the people around him to Songyanghou one by one.

  When he introduced He Lingchuan, Marquis Songyang nodded, "Thank you, Eldest Young Master, I just got a spiritual weapon."

   "It's not a loss for a spiritual weapon to be accompanied by a master craftsman."

  Songyang Hou smiled and said: "When the eldest son is free, I want to see the broken knife."

   Of course He Lingchuan agreed. This is the head of the Songyang Mansion, and he should not be inferior to Li Fubo in terms of knife casting.

  When He Chunhua introduced He Yue, Marquis Songyang said with a smile: "Two or three years ago, I heard the story of the little child prodigy in Qiansong County. It's rare that I have the honor to see it in person today."

  He Yue's face was flushed, and he didn't say a word, he was no longer calm and comfortable in dealing with people and things as usual, He Lingchuan looked amused.

  When everyone was seated, He Chunhua asked about the destination of Marquis Songyang. After all, it is more than 400 miles away from Shihuan City, so the probability of encountering an old friend is very small.

   "I want to go to Taobin City to do business, and then go north to Yufen City to pick up some treasures and discuss a business."

   "Yufen City?" He Chunhua calculated the distance in his mind, "It's already in the territory of Xiazhou." It seems to be in the middle of Xiazhou.

   "Yes, the furthest this trip is going to Xiazhou." Marquis Songyang took a sip of hot tea, "I want to build a branch of Songyang Mansion in Yufen City, so I have to talk to the local chief."

  She continued: "The situation in the north is tense, and the Songyang Mansion is also responsible for the casting of weapons by the royal court. I will open the sub-rudder first, so that the military supplies can be transported flexibly later, and the royal court's transportation capacity will be less occupied."

   "Good, great good!" He Chunhua clapped his hands, "My lord is considerate, why don't you set up the sub-rudder in Dunyu, the capital of Xiazhou, so that it can be dispatched."

   Mrs. Ying's face changed slightly when she heard this, and she was very unhappy.

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  (end of this chapter)

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