The Bandit’s Strategy

【Chapter 13 Nothing to do with hospitality】80% have another plan

"A Jianghu sect in Miaojiang, Yunnan, wants to travel thousands of miles to this vast city to suppress bandits for the government?" Mu Qingshan was puzzled.

"Master also feels unreasonable?" Wen Liunian looked at him.

"It's not just unreasonable." Mu Qingshan said, "It sounds almost unreliable." It's like a crazy person talking nonsense.

"Yes." Wen Liunian nodded, "Although the court and the martial arts school often join forces, but most of them are in reasonable circumstances. Ninety-nine percent of them have other purposes. ."

"Is there something clear in the letter?" Mu Qingshan asked.

"I didn't mention it." Wen Liunian said, "I just said that if we are willing, then we will fix the book and give it to the post house. When the spring next year, the disciples of Mujiazhuang will rush to this vast city."

"What do you think?" Mu Qingshan took the letter and read it again. "The other party seems to be very sincere."

"Now you don't have to make a decision in a hurry." Wen Liunian said, "Besides this kind of affairs in the world, it is better to consult Lord Shangbao first."

"What can I do?" Shang Yunze opened the door and came in, just to hear this sentence.

"About Mujiazhuang in Miaojiang." Mu Qingshan asked, "Did the castle master know?"

"It's one of the top martial artists in Yunnan. The owner is named Mu Wanlei, and his name sounds majestic, but he is a sick young man who drank medicine all day long." Shang Yunze said, "His face is pale and pale throughout the year, making people feel hairy in their hearts. ."

"How is your character?" Wen Liunian asked.

Shang Yunze said, "Not very good."

"Can you give me an example?" Wen Liunian asked the bottom line.

Shang Yunze thought for a while and said, "Looks ugly."

"Ahem." Mu Qingshan was choked by the tea.

"Miao Jiang makes good use of Gu poison, and Mu Wanlei uses Gu masters, and there are even rumors that he used his enemies to refine corpse oil." Shang Yunze said, "Although there is no evidence, there is always no wind and no waves. The Yintang was dark and drowsy, and no one would believe it if he hadn't touched a Gu worm."

"It doesn't sound like a decent person." Mu Qingshan frowned.

Shang Yunze asked, "Why are you suddenly mentioning Mujiazhuang?"

"Lord Lord, please see." Wen Liunian handed over the letter.

"Are you going to help suppress the bandits?" Shang Yunze sneered after reading it, "It turns out that refining Gu is really bad for your brain."

Mu Qingshan advised, "Before the matter is clarified, you still have to speak politely, in case this Villa Master Mu is really kind."

"Impossible." Shang Yunze shook his head, "If you plan to get married—"

Mu Qingshan said embarrassedly, "I didn't plan to get married."

"Just make an analogy." Shang Yunze seemed very calm.

Wen Liunian nodded, "Fort Lord, please continue, Master is going to get married, then what?"

Mu Qingshan:...

Why must we cite such an example.

"If you want to get married, you naturally have to prepare many things. At this time, the neighbors are understandable, but if a stranger writes a letter from the capital all the way from the capital, saying that he will come over to help him, everyone will think that this person is probably sick. "Shang Yunze said, "But Mu Wanlei's head is absolutely easy to use, so it can only be explained as having another picture."

"Follow him." He couldn't figure it out for a while, and Wen Liunian simply put away the letter. "Tomorrow is the twenty-eighth lunar month. I will get up early in the morning and go to the shantang. I will leave the matter about Mujiazhuang for the first time in the next year. I'll discuss it later."

Shang Yunze asked Mu Qingshan, "You want to go too?"

"You mean Shantang?" Mu Qingshan nodded, "Naturally, I will accompany the adults all the way."

Wen Liunian said, "Master is tired recently, so let's stay in the mansion to rest."

Mu Qingshan quickly said, "I'm not tired."

"If you don't get tired, you have to rest." Shang Yunze took him out, "That's it."

"but-"

"No but." Shang Yunze interrupted him.

Mu Qingshan:...

But staying in the government office is also very boring.

But Master Wen obviously didn't care whether his master was bored or not. In fact, early the next morning, he took his entourage to the shantang in the city. Since the announcement has been posted before, many people also get up before dawn and line up. Although there are many people on the scene, the order is very orderly. After seeing Wen Liunian, they greeted enthusiastically. The folk customs are much better than before. Change.

Of course, Zhao Da is indispensable for this.

"My lord, when will there be a new portrait?" a commoner asked in the crowd.

As soon as this statement came out, the rest of the people followed to express their concern. We have not seen a new portrait for a long time, and we feel very lonely without the handsome Zhao Zi in our life.

Wen Liunian smiled and said, "There will be soon."

Enthusiastic applause broke out all around, and there will be good soon!

Chaomuya's eyeliner led the rice while his hands trembled. What does it mean to have it right away? !

If the master heard it, it is estimated that the house will be demolished again.

After staying in the shantang for a while, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with seeing him. Wen Liunian sent his entourage to have breakfast. He went into a small alleyway and wanted to buy some chili marinade at the market, and he would take it back to the government office later. Make beef jerky for the New Year.

The alley is very quiet, although it is not as misty and rainy as the four o'clock Jiangnan, but it also has a different taste. At the door of Qinghui, someone forgot to collect dried pickles. Wen Liunian squeezed a piece of pickle. Before he could feed it into his mouth, a man walked out around the corner.

A somewhat familiar...man.

Both of them were caught off guard.

After a while, Wen Liunian smiled and said, "Zhao Da is in charge early."

Zhao Yue stood in place, feeling that he needed to go to the temple to burn incense to get rid of bad luck.

Last night, he originally wanted to go to the government office for an appointment, but after going down the mountain, he was really unwilling. After walking around the city for most of the night, he finally came to the conclusion that I would not go! When I just wanted to turn around and return to Chaomu Cliff, I remembered that Lu Zhui was a poisonous tongue. I didn’t know how to be ridiculed, so I went to the dim sum shop and wanted to buy some sweet-scented osmanthus cakes to go back to gag. I ran into this nagging prefect again.

"The head of Zhao Da is going to the government?" Wen Liunian asked, holding pickled vegetables.

Zhao Yue sneered, "My lord thinks too much."

"It doesn't matter if you don't go down the mountain deliberately." Wen Liunian was unscathed, "It's all here, let's go sit for a while."

Zhao Yue turned and walked back.

Wen Liunian trot to keep up.

Zhao Yue almost burst into flames in his eyes.

Wen Liunian enthusiastically invited him, "It doesn't matter if the master doesn't want to go to the government office, why not just sit here and talk?"

Zhao Yue:...

The sky was light and snowy, and under the eaves of a family, the two of them sat on a small broken bench and looked at each other speechlessly.

Wen Liunian spoke first, "Is it the dim sum from Liu's shop?"

Zhao Yue's expression stiffened, and then threw the paper bag over.

"Thank you." Wen Liunian took out a piece of scallion shortbread and asked as he ate, "Has the master had breakfast?"

"What the **** are you going to say?" Zhao Yue gritted his teeth, "If there is any nonsense, I will bury you in the snow."

"Have you ever heard of Mujiazhuang?" Wen Liunian was very refreshed this time.

Zhao Yue's expression changed, "What Mujiazhuang?"

"The owner of Mujiazhuang in Miaojiang, Yunnan, is named Mu Wanlei." Wen Liunian said, "It is said that he is a master of refining Gu poison."

Zhao Yue shook his head, "Never heard of it."

"Really? Then just forget it." Wen Liunian sighed with a regretful expression.

"What happened?" Zhao Yue asked.

"Nothing." Wen Liunian ate scallion shortbread.

Zhao Yue continued to ask, "What happened to Mujiazhuang?"

"Since the master has never heard of it, why do you need to ask so clearly." Wen Liunian patted the puff pastry residue on his body.

Zhao Yue stared into his eyes, trying to find the slightest abnormality in it.

But Wen Liunian's eyes were clean and calm, full of desire for sour plum soup, not only did not look cunning, but even a little honest.

However, Zhao Yue obviously would not be confused by appearances. He would rather believe that the bandits of the entire Cangmang Mountain would surrender, and he would not believe that the nerd in front of him would be honest.

"Really don't go to the government office for a cup of tea?" Wen Liunian stood up carrying the dim sum bag, "There is a good bamboo leaf green tea."

Zhao Yue and him stared at each other coldly for a moment, then strode out of the alley, disappearing to the corner almost instantly.

Wen Liunian scratched his chin with a thoughtful look on his face.

Looking at this posture, I really know...

Inside the government office, Mu Qingshan stretched his waist and sat up from the bed, feeling refreshed. When I went out after washing up, I happened to see a few families hurriedly passing by, so I was puzzled to stop one of them, "Did something happen?"

"Master, don't worry, it's a good thing." Jiading explained hurriedly, "The Lord Shangbao bought the house opposite the mansion this morning and said that he wanted to put the baby. Just when the big guy is free, he will go over and help." Without saying a word, by the way, let's see what the baby looks like, it actually takes an entire house to pretend.

We don't envy it at all.