dognovel Chapter 1351: Several People with Their Own Motives
Chapter 1351: Several People with Their Own Motives
Huo Changhe took over Yan Ruyu's words.
"Indeed, I have also seen that Kong Ming, not this one."
The abbot took a breath and said, "Is there an imposter for this thing?"
Yan Ruyu pondered and said, "It is still unknown what it is. Let's wait until his letter is sent out and the person arrives before we know."
The abbot lowered his voice and asked: "Are you really going to let their people come?"
Yan Ruyu chuckled: "What else? We were originally going to the temple, and now that they are willing to fall into their trap, why not?"
The abbot suddenly realized: "Okay, then I'll go and get busy. Call me when they come. I also want to see the other Kong Ming."
Yan Ruyu nodded, and the abbot turned and left.
Huo Changhe looked at Yan Ruyu distressedly: "It seems that I can't leave for a while, Yu'er, why don't you go back first and I'll stay."
Yan Ruyu patted Huo Changhe's arm and said, "It's okay. Let's go and have a look together. I also want to see what they are up to."
Huo Changhe shook her hand, stood up and said, "Okay, then I'll make arrangements. Once they arrive, we'll catch them all in one fell swoop to save time."
"it is good."
……
In a small courtyard in Shencheng.
Mr. Mo sat by the charcoal fire, stretched out his hand, felt the warmth of the fire, and sighed deeply.
Finally settled down.
This time I can stay in Shanghai for a longer period of time.
Take a two-day break before moving on to the next step.
Just as he was thinking about it, a little boy outside came to report: "Sir, the Saint has arrived."
Mr. Mo paused, a trace of disgust flashing across his eyes.
"She does know how to pick the time."
"Let her wait in the front hall."
"Yes."
Mr. Mo waited until he was completely warm and comfortable, then changed his clothes and tied his hair again before slowly walking to the front hall.
The saint's face was pale and haggard, and there were some spots of mud on her skirt, which was always pure white.
Very different from usual.
Mr. Mo was secretly delighted. It seemed that everyone was different and he was not the only one who was frustrated.
Hearing the voice, the saint opened her eyes.
"How come the Saint has time to come?" Mr. Mo asked, "Is the tea delicious?"
The Saint glanced at the half cup of herbal tea at hand and said calmly: "I have left Youcheng and will never go back."
"As far as I know, Miss Song is dead."
Mr. Mo frowned, then returned to normal: "She's dead, she never listened to me wholeheartedly. It's only a matter of time before something bad happens to such a person."
"It doesn't matter whether she lives or dies, but if she dies, it means that we will lose a clue in our search for the book."
The Saint said in a dissatisfied tone: "You agreed to let Tang Yibai assist her. Now..."
"What's going on now?" Mr. Mo interrupted, "The Wu family is useless. Keeping them here will only lead to more and more flaws. They are right under Huo Changhe's nose. If they are exposed too much, the consequences will be unpredictable."
"Now everything is cut off, the Wu family is dead, Tang Yibai is gone, what is the Saint dissatisfied with?"
The Saint pursed her lips and said in silence for a while, "But the book is not found. The Palace Master..."
"The book has not been lost just now. It has been lost for so long, it must not be easy to find it back. If the book cannot be found, then we should look for the mine first. I already have a clue and have written to the Palace Master, asking him to send a surveyor."
"If we have mines, we have money, and we can support it."
The Saint suppressed her anger and said: "How precious are the mountain surveyors? How can they..."
"Then do you have any better ideas?" Mr. Mo looked up at her, "Tell me one, I'll listen to you."
“……”Saint.
"I will go find Tang Yibai and look for news along the way. If there is no news, I will go to the capital and wait for an opportunity to act."
The Saint lowered her eyes: "I heard that the Emperor is in poor health and the Crown Prince wants to ascend the throne. If we can control the Crown Prince..."
"There's nothing difficult about controlling the prince," Mr. Hei said sarcastically, "He's just a waste."
"Since he is a waste, it is easy to deal with. I will control him and then ascend to the throne. I will be the queen..."
Before the saint finished speaking, Mr. Mo put down the teacup in his hand and looked at him with a gaze as cold as a knife.
The saint had never seen Mr. Mo look like this before. In fact, she had been unhappy since she stepped into here today.
Mr. Mo had always been polite and respectful when he had seen her before, but today he not only ignored her but also spoke in a sarcastic tone.
The Saint was not afraid either, she raised her eyebrows and asked, "What do you mean? Do you think I can't do it?"
"I haven't thought about whether it will work or not," Mr. Mo retracted his gaze, "but no one can get their hands on that position."
"It can only be mine."
The Saint smiled softly: "As long as we can accomplish great things and the country is under control, why does it matter who holds it?"
Mr. Mo sneered: "Is the Saint here to say goodbye to me?"
The saint snorted and said, "I'll have to ask the gentleman for some money for the journey."
She said it as a matter of course, and Mr. Mo almost laughed out of anger.
However, this woman is always rude. Instead of arguing with her, it is better to send her away quickly.
"Come here, take five hundred silver coins and send them to the Saint."
"Five hundred is not enough, at least ten thousand," the Saint said nonchalantly, "I want to buy a car, a horse, and a slave."
Mr. Mo stared at her for a long while, and the Saint said, "You are not reluctant to leave, are you? Otherwise, I will stay here for a few days, and I will write a letter to the Palace Master and ask him to give it to me."
Mr. Mo twitched his lips and said, "It's not that I can't bear to part with it, but I'm afraid that ten thousand taels is too heavy for you to hold."
"A mere ten thousand taels, what is that? I have seen the power of the national treasury."
The two looked at each other, one with a smile as beautiful as a flower, and the other with a smile as sinister as a knife.
Just after sending the Saint away, Ghost Eyes came over quickly: "Sir, there is a result."
Mr. Mo was in a bad mood: "Speak."
"The one who died was named Mu."
Mr. Mo said calmly: "It's her. That's perfect. It saves us the trouble. She can die if she dies."
The ghost eye lowered its eyes and watched the worm in its palm turn into powder.
……
Yan Ruyu was chatting with Linlang about some interesting things in Zhuangzi when Ma Liyu walked in quickly.
"Princess, there's news from the city that Yuan Sishan is ill and is seeking medical treatment everywhere."
Yan Ruyu was not surprised. Ma Liyu asked, "Is there anything we need to do?"
"Just let Doctor Cao take a look and understand the situation. He doesn't have to cure it. Just be a case. He likes this."
Ma Liyu smiled and cupped his hands: "Yes."
Linlang asked: "Master, will the man named Yuan die?"
"Of course," Yan Ruyu said, "Mu Liangze will not let him live. He has already killed him."
"They deserve it, they deserve to die!" Linlang gritted her teeth, "No one in this family is a good person."
Linlang blinked, and Yan Ruyu asked with a smile: "If you want to say anything else, just say it directly."
Linlang came closer: "Master, nothing can be hidden. I've been to Yuan's house. His house is not big, but the location is good. I think..."
Yan Ruyu raised her eyebrows slightly: "Do you like it? If the Yuan family is no longer in the family, it will be handed over to the governor's office for auction. I will buy it and give it to you then."
Linlang will follow her, and she will grow up and get married sooner or later. It would be a good thing to treat her as a dowry or have a place to stay.