Chapter 86 I’ll handle it
Murong Ji knew that Li Qingluo was thinking about Duan Zhengchun, and she had wanted to kill Dao Baifeng for a long time.

Moreover, almost every one of Duan Zhengchun's lovers wanted to kill Dao Baifeng.

Li Qingluo's face was full of black lines. "Go away, what do you know! Am I the kind of person who has no brains?"

Murong Ji remained silent. The love-brained man said that he had a brain. He did have one, but it was a pity that it was diseased.

"Let me take care of it. Good aunt, you go and have a rest. Oh, by the way, I bought the house in Gusu City, but I haven't taken care of it yet. I'm sorry to trouble you to help me."

Upon hearing this, Li Qingluo glanced at Mu Wanqing with contempt. She knew Mu Wanqing's identity. After all, the Murong family's intelligence network was not there to do nothing.

However, Qin Hongmian's daughter became her nephew's concubine. For some reason, she felt a sense of superiority and could even make some sarcastic remarks when she saw her in the future.

Facing Duan Zhengchun's other mistresses, Li Qingluo also felt full of superiority. Her background, education and ability were enough for her to be the mistress of the house.

If it wasn't for Dao Baifeng...

Thinking of Dao Baifeng, Li Qingluo's face instantly turned gloomy.

Murong Ji sighed lightly. He probably understood what Li Qingluo was thinking at this moment. He felt a little helpless.

He could only pray that his wife, Yang Yueman, would not be such a person, and that she must show the ability and skills to be the mistress of the house.

One woman is an actor, two women make a play, three women make a TV series, and four women make a battle.

If you don’t believe me, watch Legend of Zhen Huan and see what happened to Fatty Orange.

After finally coaxing Li Qingluo away, Murong Ji let out a long sigh.

"Sir, how do we deal with these people?"

Murong Ji glanced coldly at the middle-aged man, squatted beside him and asked with a smile: "Who is the person who is thinking about my aunt?"

The man shook his head frantically, indicating that he didn't know or he didn't dare to say.

Murong Ji smiled slightly. Just because he was a Taoist disciple, it didn't mean that he was a good person.

"Kill his wife! Hand her over to the authorities."

Murong Ji's voice was a little cold, and the dozen maids around him were a little confused. Didn't they stop the owner just now? How...

An elderly maid stepped forward and stabbed the woman in the heart with a sword, cleanly and efficiently.

Murong Ji glanced around and picked up a dagger, then stabbed it further along the sword wound.

Then he threw the dagger next to the man.

The man was so frightened that he didn't even dare to knock his head too loudly.

Murong Ji looked down at him, his voice without any emotion, "Who is thinking about my aunt?"

After waiting for a while, there was still no word. Murong Ji wiped the blood off his hands and nodded, "It seems that the man is of high status. In that case, let's send him to the authorities."

"To favor a concubine and kill a wife is a serious crime."

"Oh, by the way, how much money does he owe our family?"

"My lord, one thousand three hundred taels."

"Wow?! What a guy." Then, he picked up a pen and wrote a document, grabbed the man's hand, pressed his fingerprint on it, and then casually wrote his name.

"Send him to the authorities. Find someone to take over his family's property. If there are any children, just kill them. It's a clean move."

"What kind of rank do you have? How dare you get involved? You are asking for your own death."

He dared to do this, so he was naturally not afraid of being investigated by others. Strictly speaking, in the officialdom of the Song Dynasty, he was a Soviet figure.

With the Wang family's huge power and connections, no one would come to cause trouble for such a small matter.

Investigate? Impossible. If I let them go now, the mastermind behind them will kill them once they leave Mantuo Villa. Do they really think the Wang family is just sitting there doing nothing?

In the evening, he had a meal with Li Qingluo at Mantuo Villa and then returned to Gusu City.

When I walked to the door, I looked up and saw a plaque with the words "Murong Mansion" in a vigorous and majestic font, obviously from the hands of a famous artist. The door had been repainted, and I could still smell the strong smell of paint when I stood at the door.

After entering the door, the courtyard looks brand new. The alternating old and new floor tiles show that they were just replaced not long ago and are also much smoother.

"The official is back."

There were a lot more maids and servants, and everything seemed to be in order.

Once you enter the inner courtyard, the scene changes even more.

"Son."

Murong Ji turned his head and looked. It was Li Qingluo's manager, who seemed to be Ting'er, but she was her right-hand man.

"Sister Ting."

After saying hello, he went straight into the house. After traveling for several days, he was still very tired. After washing up, Murong Ji went to bed.

A rustling sound was heard, and when Murong Ji opened his eyes, he saw a graceful figure in the moonlight, Mu Wanqing.

Murong Ji reached out and grabbed her, pressing her directly under him...

"Hmm~"

The next day, Murong Ji slept until noon.

After finishing the morning class, no, after finishing the afternoon class, Murong Ji went to look for Senior Brother Shi Leyuan and He.

The two people were still playing chess, but this time they changed places.

When Murong Ji saw Shi Leyuan, he bowed and called him "Uncle Master."

Shi Leyuan said "hmm", and after making his move, he asked, "Did you gain anything after going down the mountain?"

Murong Ji took a deep breath and saw that his senior brother Liu Guangyi was also looking at him. He felt a little confused and calmed down.

He took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Master, I...I didn't achieve the word 'honesty'."

For a long time, Shi Leyuan did not speak. He just played chess with his senior brother. The two played very slowly, and each move took a long time to deduce.

Murong Ji didn't dare to disturb them and stood quietly aside.

Time passed so little by little.

It was not until Mu Wanqing called him softly at the door that Murong Ji walked over cautiously and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Li Qing... Auntie asked you to go back."

Murong Ji nodded, "I have something to do today, so I can't go back. Let's go tomorrow."

He had a feeling that whether he had made any progress or become exhausted in the past few years since he came down the mountain would be revealed tonight.

This is also related to whether and how to make the future path possible. Tonight is especially important to me.

"If it's nothing important, please watch the door for me and don't let anyone come in and disturb me."

Mu Wanqing looked at Murong Ji's serious expression and understood the seriousness of the matter, so she nodded.

After leaving, he stood at the gate of the garden with a sword in hand.

As the sky gradually darkened, Murong Ji lit a candle for lighting and still stood quietly by the side.

"Hahaha! Young Master! Who on earth is this person that you take so seriously? You even ignore me, your sister?"

Li Qiushui's voice came from far away, not loud but very clear. It was like a woman's whispering and moaning, extremely charming.

Shi Leyuan threw the chess piece on the chessboard and sighed, "I just don't have that chance. Brother Guangyi, I'm counting on you tonight."

(End of this chapter)