Of All the Transmigrations, Why Am I a Prisoner?

"Exactly, according to reports, Master Xu and his party ended up in Shuofang before they disappeared," Yan Shu said.

Qin Jueming didn't beat around the bush and nodded: "Yes, they rested at the inn 30 miles away from the town. I also met with Master Xu, but for some reason, Master Xu was in a hurry and left that night."

"You left that night?" Yan Shu frowned.

"Master Xu told me that disaster relief was urgent and I didn't dare to neglect, so I didn't have any doubts at that time." Qin Jueming's eyes were thoughtful, "But after thinking about it, I felt a little creepy."

Yan Shu was puzzled: "Why did the righteous father say this?"

Qin Jueming said: "There are dozens of Jinyiwei who are walking with Master Xu, their faces are pale and their spirits are decadent, just like..."

Qin Jueming paused before saying, "It's like walking dead."

With many doubts, Yan Shu put his thumb and index finger on his chin, frowned, and thought hard.

"Shu'er, don't worry." Qin Jueming said, "I heard that you are here because of this. I have asked my cronies to go along the Yunyin road to find the whereabouts of Master Xu. Maybe I will find clues."

Although Qin Jueming lived in Shuofang, but after all, as a Jiedu envoy, holding a hundred thousand tyrants in his hand, he was well-known, and his trusted spies naturally spread all over the place.

"Many thanks to foster father." Yan Shu clasped his fists, "I will go to the inn where Mr. Xu stayed tomorrow to explore."

"Okay." Qin Jueming nodded, "it's getting late, go and rest."

Yan Shu saluted, got up and left the study.

Qin Jueming was the only one left in the huge study, and he could hear the needle falling for a while. Qin Jueming raised his head and stared at the painting on the wall.

At this moment, there was a knock on the study door, and the mute Zhao Bo babbled from the door.

"Uncle Zhao, please come in." Qin Jueming retracted his gaze and called.

Zhao Bo walked in and brought a painting in front of Qin Jueming. It was Li Changtian on the painting.

Qin Jueming picked up the painting, glanced at it, and boasted, "Uncle Zhao, your painting is getting more and more vivid."

Zhao Bo bowed his hands in thanks.

"Quickly spread it to the surrounding towns and ask if anyone knows him, and see if he can help this little brother find relatives." Qin Jueming returned the painting to Uncle Zhao.

Zhao Bo nodded and started to do this.

When Uncle Zhao left, Qin Jueming looked at the painting on the wall, and suddenly said slowly: "Ziqing, Shu'er is back today, he has grown up and has grown into a handsome young man, who is the same as you wished back then. Exactly the same, and you..."

"It's been almost nine years since I left."

After Qin Jueming said this, he suddenly coughed violently. He covered his lips and mouth, and it took a long time for him to recover. He raised his hand and saw that there was blood in his palm.

Qin Jueming was used to it, and he took the towel on the desk without hesitation to wipe it.

The moonlight is thin and cool, through the window coffin, sprinkled into the quiet study, lonely and lonely.

In the early morning of the second day, the roosters were crowing several times, and the sky was getting brighter.

Li Changtian woke up early, stretched out, and folded the quilt into pieces of bean curd.

There was a well in the west courtyard, Li Changtian drew water and washed himself.

As he was tying his hair with a cyan headband, there was a knock on the door.

"Come here." Li Changtian trotted to the door, opened the door, and saw Yan Shu standing at the door, the warm sun swaying behind him in the early morning.

"Morning." Li Changtian held the door frame with his left hand, and smiled with his eyes bared.

"It's time to have breakfast." Yan Shu looked at him and said lightly.

"Okay." Li Changtian closed the door and walked to the hall side by side with Yan Shu.

The two passed through the western courtyard, and saw the lame domestic servant sweeping the floor. Yan Shu saw it and saluted respectfully.

Li Changtian quickly learned Yan Shu's movements and salutes.

The lame servant did not speak, but bowed to the two of them.

Yan Shu got up and led Li Changtian away.

Li Changtian smiled and said: "You are very interesting, the dumb old man is in charge, the only servant in the house is still lame, tell me, who else is here?"

Yan Shu said lightly: "Don't talk nonsense, that person is not a servant, he is the head of the Thousand Poison Sect in the Southern Border, he is proficient in refining Gu and poisoning, and like you, he is a resident here, but he is wandering here and staying temporarily. That's it."

"Huh??" Li Changtian's eyes widened.

Although he didn't understand any door, he seemed to be very powerful.

"Although my adoptive father is not from the rivers and lakes, he knows a lot of strange people." Yan Shu said.

Li Changtian suddenly realized and nodded.

Yan Shu said: "By the way, I will go to the station thirty miles away at noon to investigate the case. I may not be back until tomorrow. The cook will call you for dinner in these two days."

"Huh?" Li Changtian paused, "Don't you have to follow me?"

"No." Yan Shu replied.

"Ah good."

Also, what use can he follow?

Li Changtian laughed at himself secretly, feeling a little annoyed in his heart.

After breakfast, Yan Shu said goodbye to Qin Jueming, went back to the wing room, took the sword, and hurried to the station on his horse.

Qin Jueming saw that Li Changtian was absent-minded at breakfast, and thought he was home, so he comforted him: "Don't worry, little brother Changtian, I have sent someone to look for your relatives, there should be news soon. "

"Thank you, Lord Qin." Li Changtian nodded.

After breakfast, Li Changtian went back to the wing, thinking about the recruitment of troops boredly.

And Qin Jueming had his own business to do, so he left the mansion and went to the military camp.

When Qin Jueming returned to the courtyard, it was already dead of night, and as soon as he entered the door, Uncle Zhao greeted him.

Zhao Bo handed Qin Jueming a letter, Qin Jueming opened it, glanced at it, and suddenly his eyes widened.

He took a few breaths sharply, his chest heaving, his face ashen, and the hand holding the letter trembled faintly.

"He..." Qin Jueming pressed his throat, his voice trembling, "Where is he?"

Zhao Bo pointed to the west courtyard.

It was the place where Li Changtian rested.