The investigation in Maling County is temporarily over.

Chen Mu planned to take back the collected transcripts and read them carefully, and then interrogate Mu Erhe some questions.

Before leaving, Chen Mu visited Maling County Magistrate Zhao again.

While thanking the other party, he also hinted in his words that if the case is solved, half of the promise will be paid.

Lord Zhao was quite pleased with Chen Mu's "upper way".

At the same time, I also like this talent more.

After several temptations and wining over, I saw that Chen Mu had no intention of hanging with him, so I could only endure the loss and give up.

It's like that sentence-

I was going to look at the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch.

...

When he arrived at the shore, Chen Mu was surprised to find that Su Qiaoer and his daughter were still on board.

The two were about to return.

Chen Mu couldn't help but quip after getting on the boat:

"It seems that Miss Qiaoer has made a special trip to wait for me. Chen is so flattered that he will definitely turn Yongquan to Bao in the future."

"Bah! I'm not waiting for you. We have just finished delivering a boat of guests."

Su Qiaoer blushed and spat.

The Yin-Yang Sect woman following behind looked at Chen Mu teasing a little girl with interest, and a thread pursed her lips.

When he entered the cabin, Chen Mu ordered a few more servings of grilled fish.

He rubbed his sore waist and leaned against the soft hair pad and sighed: "If this case continues to be investigated like this, I don't know if it is broken or not. I will definitely disband."

"You're too empty."

The woman tells the truth.

Zhang Awei, who was standing aside, lowered his head to drink tea with a smile. It seemed that many people said that the team leader was too weak.

Chen Mu smiled and was too lazy to argue.

"By the way, senior, I don't know what your name is yet. Can you disclose it easily?"

Chen Mu suddenly looked at the woman curiously.

At this time, it was dark and an oil lamp was lit in the cabin. The woman picked up the wick and said lightly: "Yun Zhiyue."

Zhiyue?

The name is OK, the figure is amazing, the skin is very tender and white, but unfortunately this look... If you add a little bit of beauty, it will be perfect.

Chen Mu's eyes fell on the yin and yang pattern on the back of a woman's hand and said, "How strong are you in your sect?"

“Finally.”

Yun Zhiyue smiled in her eyes.

Listen, this is the humility that a practitioner should have. Look at Zhuge Fengchu, it is obviously unreliable.

"Is it difficult to enter the Yin-Yang Sect?"

"It's not difficult, as long as you don't get over nine years old."

“…”

The chat froze.

Chen Mu took a deep breath, picked up the teacup and drank it all, and shouted at Su Qiaoer outside the cabin: "Girl, do you have any wine?"

"Yes, it's just ordinary sake, I'm afraid that Captain Chen will not get used to it."

The girl said with a smile.

There is a bit of ridicule in the words.

Chen Mu slapped the table: "What are you not used to drinking? It brings a warm atmosphere. Besides, the beautiful scenery is now, and the night is getting darker, and it is quite romantic to float above the river. Isn't it beautiful to write a few poems?"

After hearing Chen Mu's words, everyone smiled.

Su Qiaoer brought sake and joked: "Oh, I can't see that Captain Chen can recite poems."

Chen Mu's image in the eyes of the people of Qingyu County is very gentle, and Su Qiaoer is lively and innocent, and she speaks less scruples.

"Girl, you are underestimating me. The person sitting in front of you is a poet and saint."

Chen Mu looked at the girl's childish and beautiful face and said arrogantly.

Su Qiaoer naturally didn't believe it.

A small pear nest bloomed beside her cheeks, and the sound was crisp: "Then you can write a poem now and read it."

"I really want to do it?"

"It's okay if you don't do it, no one will force you anyway." The girl hummed.

"Okay, I originally planned to get along with you as an ordinary person, but I didn't expect that what I got was contempt. It seems that I have to show off my skills."

Chen Mu held his jaw and closed his eyes and pondered.

After a moment, he suddenly stood up and patted his thigh and said, "I have it!"

I really have to write poetry.

Su Qiaoer was stunned for a moment, looking at Chen Mu's handsome face, and some ripples in her heart were inexplicably rippled.

I was looking forward to it for a moment.

Yun Zhiyue also listened with her ears, wanting to see what good poems the other party could write.

Chen Mu picked up the wine glass and drank wildly, looked at the quiet night outside the cabin and the dark ridges, and slowly opened his mouth:

"There is a ghost halfway up the mountain, with a disheveled hair and grinning."

"Swallowed the old thief in one bite, with only two hammers left outside his mouth."

"The old thief was a little annoyed at this time, and then he realized that he was not a strong man."

"Call this is not the end, and I don't forget to spit before leaving!"

quiet!

The cabin was quiet.

Su Qiaoer opened her big pink lips, looking at Chen Mu, who was shaking her head and immersed in her perfect poems, her head was buzzing.

"What is this? Is there anyone who wrote poetry like this? There is no logic and I can't understand what it means."

The girl was looking forward to it in vain.

He pouted his mouth and twisted his waist, and went out of the cabin to grill the fish.

Yun Zhiyue was also quite speechless, and a charming smile appeared on her ordinary face:

"Can you explain it?"

Chen Mu shook his head: "This poem can only be understood, not explained, but needs to be savored or savored carefully."

Yun Zhiyue: “…”

She could see that in addition to being smart, this guy also has one of the biggest characteristics, that is,

Thick-skinned!

Uneducated thick-skinned!

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when the ship arrived in Qingyu County.

The cold moon shines down.

The lights in the buildings were gone, and only the lanterns hanging high under the eaves of the corridor still emitted a faint light.

Not far away, there are the brightly lit Ju Chunyuan and some restaurants.

The brothels have not yet closed.

Pairs of bright red lanterns exuded a scent of delicacy under the moonlight, and the faint fog on the Huailan River blew the enchanting and beautiful songs of the women.

The lights are red and the wine is green.

What should be sung, what should be blown... It's so lively.

Chen Mu walked out of the cabin and jumped onto the shore.

Looking at the scene in front of me, I felt inexplicably moved and murmured in a low voice: "The smoke is covered with cold water, the moon is covered with sand, and the night is moored by Huailan and near the restaurant."

Yun Zhiyue, who happened to be following behind, heard the half line of poetry and raised her head suddenly.

The eyes are filled with brilliance.

——
To be continued...