Bodhisattva... what is it?

Su Mu glanced blankly at Ah Huan, and also read confusion from the other's eyes.

As far as he knew, the name seemed to be a ci brand name, but it obviously didn't mean that at the moment.

Maybe it's a name I don't know.

Su Mu nodded, then thanked the two of them in a low voice, and finally said: "Then help me find Wang Jing, I'm in the study in the east wing."

The two of them couldn't find the way because of Su Mu's thanks. When they came back to their senses, Su Mu had already gone far.

A Huan pushed A Ying, and urged: "Let's go quickly, don't make the young master wait."

A Ying was close to Wang Jing on weekdays, so she knew where he was, so she found him as soon as she looked for it.

Su Qi was not there, and Wang Jing, who was a follower, was leisurely basking in the sun. Hearing A Ying say that little Marquis wanted to find her, her face collapsed, and she asked with a mournful face: "Oh, Great Aunt, do you know why little Marquis is looking for me?"What's the matter?"

A Ying was amused by his appearance, patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You haven't done anything wrong, so you are so afraid of what little Marquis is doing? Little Marquis should ask you to go over and ask the second son about it.", he asked us just now, maybe he felt a little worried that the second young master has not come back?"

Wang Jing shook his head: "Forget it, little Marquis and the second son are not talking about tit for tat, but they can be regarded as not communicating with each other, and the second son has often tripped up little Marquis before. Is little Marquis a Bodhisattva descended to earth? Still concerned about it?"Own—hiss..."

Ah Huan saw that what he said was getting more and more out of control, so she quickly stretched out her hand and twisted him: "We are servants, how can we talk about the affairs of the young masters like this, be careful with your skin."

Wang Jing smiled embarrassingly, and nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Hey, I forgot, I forgot, I will report to the young master right now, hey, I will go right away."

Su Mu was looking at the things on the bookshelf in the study room. This study room should have been used by Marquis Anding, and there were mostly books on the art of war in it.

There is a shelf on the south side of the room, on which is a three-foot green sword. Although a little dust has been stuck on it, when touching the mottled and fine patterns on it, Su Mu still seems to be able to feel the power of the golden iron horse.Shocking screams, and countless bones buried under the soil of a foreign land.

Just when he was in a daze, Wang Jing arrived.

Wang Jing was abducted to Capital City when he was a child. Because he was young and thin, he was brought back by the steward of the Marquis of Anding with only 30 copper coins.

Fortunately, he was diligent and clever in his work, so the old steward pointed him out to Su Qi and became Su Qi's servant, helping Su Qi run errands and do odd jobs on weekdays.

When Su Mu saw Wang Jing, he was surprised for a moment. As Ah Huan and the others called Su Qi, he spends his days drinking and drinking, and maybe has a bad temper., but with a simple and honest face, he carefully shook the dirt on his shoes when he stepped through the door.

Is this really Su Qi's servant?

How could a young servant of a playboy be so simple?

Su Mu regained his composure, knowing that asking a servant to sit down seemed a bit unruly, but he didn't like others standing and talking while sitting, so he could only pretend to flip through the bookshelves, and asked casually: "I heard, Second Young Master went to Jiang Prefecture? Do you know why?"

After being reminded by Ah Huan just now, Wang Jing was not surprised, and replied: "Little Marquis, at about Mochen five days ago, the second son left with that Silla girl. Before he left, he told me something,He said that he was going to Jiang Prefecture, and Madam So asked, she said that there is no need to look for him, he will come back."

"As for why he went to Jiang Prefecture, the villain doesn't know either."

"Miss Silla, is that the girl that the Second Young Master brought back a few days ago?"

"That's right, that's the girl." Wang Jing nodded and said, "This girl was brought back by the Second Young Master from Huancai Pavilion, but I don't know the origin, she looks different from ordinary girls, especiallyThose eyes are big and watery, when looking straight at people, I always feel that they can hook the soul."

"Huancai Pavilion?"

This name is really familiar.

Su Mu closed the book and rubbed his temple with one hand, "Does Second Young Master often go to Huancai Pavilion?"

"Yes! But I haven't always been there, but recently." Wang Jing paused, his voice lowered, "The second son used to go to Yihong Courtyard, Xiaomenglou..."

Su Mu understood.

It seems that the second son is really busy.

"Before the second young master frequented the Huancai Pavilion, did he see anything...something special, or someone you thought was unusual? Or did you encounter any unusual things?"

He brought back a girl from the Huancai Pavilion, and immediately murdered his brother in the Huancai Pavilion, and even poured dirty water into the house. If there was nothing tricky in the Huancai Pavilion, Su Mu would not believe it.

Wang Jingming thought about it hard. This happened a month or two ago. Although his memory is not bad, it is quite difficult for him to remember everything in detail.

"That... the villain remembers that the reason why the second son went to Huancai Pavilion was because of a banquet. It was originally a drink between several young masters who had been friends with in Capital City. Later—" Wang Jing rolled his eyesLiang, "It's that... the young master of the Great General of the Shence Army, the Huancai Pavilion that Young Master Jin took the Second Young Master to. Since then, the Second Young Master seems to often go to the Huancai Pavilion."

Shence Army?

Su Mu's eyebrows twitched.

Although he hasn't figured out the specific official system of the Yin Dynasty, he has heard of the name Shence Army.As the imperial guards, they can be regarded as holding the lifeline of Capital City's security.The status of the general of the Shence Army is naturally extraordinary. If everything is premeditated as he guessed, then the dispute behind this may be far beyond his imagination.

"Young Master Jin, do you have a lot of contact with Second Young Master on weekdays?"

"Not many times, but only a few times, and they were all on big occasions, such as hunting outside the city in winter. It should be the first time to drink in private."

really.

Su Mu ran his fingers across the spine of the book, piled the books back on the shelf, and waved his hands: "Thank you for letting me know, then if... If there is any new news about the second son, or if you think of something again, rememberTell me. Go down first."

"Hey, okay, the little one will go down first." Wang Jing heaved a sigh of relief, and ran away with oil on his feet.

Su Mu pulled out the stool and sat down, laid out a piece of paper randomly, and filled in the names of several people, but felt that although they could all be strung together into a thread, they still couldn't figure out what their purpose was.

If it is really related to the Shence Army, I am just a little Marquis who has just passed the weak crown. Even if Marquis Anding has a reputation for pacifying the Quartet, he is still dead now. From the lonely visitors in the mansion, it can be seen that his status is not prominent, has no real power, and is not a member of the imperial family, and the Shence Army guards Capital City with heavy troops, powerful and powerful, so why do they want to attack themselves?

He couldn't figure it out.

Or maybe, it's not as complicated as I thought, all of this is just a coincidence, Su Qi just designed to frame him because he hated his hereditary title, and now he is also hiding out to avoid being interrogated by Dali Temple, the so-called Bodhisattva is fine, Young Master Jin, are just insignificant characters.

Su Mu would rather be the latter.

It would be even better if Dali Temple could catch Su Qi in one fell swoop.

He sighed and put the pen back in its place.

It's really inconvenient without monitoring these days.

The only way to check people's whereabouts is to keep visiting and asking in the streets, which takes time and effort and may not be able to find them, and don't know how Dali Temple is doing.

He stayed at the mansion with nothing to do until the sun was in the west, and he almost asked all the people who knew Su Qi he could find, except for what he knew from Wang Jing and Ah Huan, there were no other useful clues.

He even went into Su Qi's bedroom on the pretext of looking for something, searched for a while, but found nothing except a few erotic pictures.

Although he was not very happy in his heart, in order not to let go of any clues, he flipped through these booklets a little depressed.

It's really... everything.

Not only were there stories of men and women looking for sex in that booklet, but even Longyang’s love was vividly drawn. In the end, Su Mu was defeated, closed the book with a blushing face, and stuffed it back into the original booklet calmly.place.

Before he left, he felt guilty for spying on other people's privacy, and walked out almost ten steps at a time, and when he closed the door, he apologized in his heart to the brother he hadn't met yet.

"I'm sorry, Su Qi, but there are a lot of doubts about you now, so I have to find out more clearly. If I wrongly blame you in the future, I will definitely apologize to you in person."

The door was closed in such a hurry that Su Mu didn't see the steps under his feet, and almost fell when he stepped on the air. The ink book that appeared out of nowhere almost flashed to his side, holding him firmly.

Su Mu discovered earlier that this Mo Shu must be a person with good martial arts, and he does not follow Su Mu on weekdays, but when Su Mu is agitated, he will be the first to appear beside him.

Su Mu silently sighed Mo Shu's skill, and thanked him softly.

How did this skill get recruited into the Marquis Mansion and only serve as a guard?Apart from not daring to ask in front of Mrs. Qin, he has already asked many people, but it seems that no one knows the origin of the ink book. They only know that it was brought back by Marquis Anding a few years ago.Anding didn't say anything, so no one dared to ask.

Su Mu looked at Mo Shu who was standing quietly with his eyes downcast, feeling a little lucky.

Fortunately, people with this kind of skill are my allies, otherwise I would have to worry about being wiped on the neck every day while walking on the road.

After all this tossing, it was time for dinner, so he went to the front hall to accompany Mrs. Qin for dinner.Now he has basically figured out from the various reactions of the servants to him that it is normal for this little Marquis to do and say on weekdays, and it is more natural to deal with Mrs. Qin than before, but he still dare not talk too much.Fearing that Mrs. Qin would talk about the past of little Marquis on the spur of the moment, I was afraid that I would not be able to answer, so I sauntered back to the bedroom after eating.

The night in the Yin Dynasty was quiet, the East and West markets were closed, and there was no movement in the square.Although the servants of Marquis Mansion are still performing their duties, they are all working quietly, and even the lively little maids have become silent because of the exhaustion of the day.

Su Mu flipped through the book, but since he had no interest in literature and military art, he could only pack himself up and lay down on the bed.

He opened his eyes and looked at the bed board, and his thoughts began to drift to the conversation this morning.

"I don't know how Dali Temple is doing." He muttered to himself, "It doesn't seem easy to be a civil servant in this era, more tiring than 996."

He thought of Liu Xiaoran's piercing eyes despite his tired look, and the phrase "Heaven is clear" he said.

Su Mu smiled.

Coincidentally, although I don't believe in heaven.

But I believe in fairness.

The author has something to say:

In ancient times, good-looking women were generally called Bodhisattvas (so you see there are male Bodhisattvas now ⊙▽⊙) Guess what a Bodhisattva is!