Invest In The Reborn Empress, She Actually Called Me Husband-In-Law

The next day.

When Li Mo got up early in the morning, he saw that Murong's residence was busy, with maids and servants coming in and out.

When I walked to the door, I saw Mr. Murong personally directing everyone to work.

"Li Xiaoyou, you're awake."

Murong Hai turned around, his face looked completely different from the one who was drunk just yesterday:

"I have transferred grain from Hengtong Trading Company, and the charity hall can be set up today."

"Take the trouble."

Li Mo took out the banknotes he had prepared long ago from his sleeve.

"Since you follow the family motto and do good, you should not be generous to others. I hope the old man will not refuse."

"I'm very grateful to be able to use the fame and manpower of the Murong family."

Of course, you should do it yourself when it comes to investment feedback.

Silver is the most indispensable thing for him.

"My little friend has a kind heart that puts the old man to shame."

Murong Hai nodded and called the housekeeper who was passing by:

"Go and wake Xiao'er up to help."

"Send someone else to go to the city and spread the word. Well... let Xiao'er go."

"yes."

...

same day.

In the streets of Ziyang Fucheng, a man beat gongs and drums, attracting many people's attention.

"Li Zhen of the Qingyuan Sect has come down the mountain to give alms. All refugees can queue up to receive porridge and rice! The location is at Murong Mansion!"

Murong Xiao's voice was loud, his face turned red and his neck thickened, and he shouted with high spirits.

All right....

In fact, Li Mo has no intention of becoming famous.

The main reason is that classmate Murong Xiao wants the whole world to know that Brother Li is a kind-hearted and good person.

The first half of the sentence was added by himself.

There was discussion in the nearby tavern.

"A true disciple of the Qingyuan Sect?"

"I have some impression of this name. It seems to be the one who got the mysterious weapon?"

"Could it be that he has accepted some sect mission and wants to go down the mountain to rescue the victims?"

The corner of the tavern entrance.

Looking at Murong Xiao's retreating figure, a thin, unkempt beggar slowly raised his head.

No one noticed that under the withered grass-like hair, the fierce eyes were revealed.

"Qingyuan Sect... Li Zhenzhuan."

"I opened a porridge shack to give alms, specifically for homeless beggars to collect. Could it be that my whereabouts were leaked?"

Cui Peng's eyes were filled with cold light, and wisps of murderous intent surged.

It is reasonable for the Qingyuan Sect to issue a mission to arrest him.

But something is strange.

He disguised himself as a beggar only after arriving in Ziyang Fucheng. There is no reason why anyone should know about it.

Unfortunately, the other party gave him some porridge as soon as he came up.

No matter how you look at it, it's all aimed at him.

"Li Mo, the new true successor of Qingyuan Sect, has just joined the sect not long ago."

"You dare to accept the task of arresting me for someone who is in the Qi and Blood Realm. How brave! It seems that he relied on the help of the Murong family and regarded me as a turtle in the urn."

"Could it be that the Qingyuan Sect wants to use the true disciple I gave them as a whetstone?"

"Haha... I'm not afraid of breaking the knife."

Cui Peng's eyes became more and more fierce.

The short knife in his robe was hot, and he couldn't help but reach out and hold the handle.

What he practiced was the Blood Sword Sword Technique. Every time there was a soul killed by the sword, the sword technique would become more powerful.

At first, he just practiced Qigong secretly.

Later, he was discovered by the fellow disciples inside the sect, and he was killed and silenced.

Unexpectedly, the incident was revealed and he became a street rat.

"Now I'm at the end of my rope."

"The only way out is to join Xiaoyulou."

"If we can use the head of this Qingyuan Sect's true successor as a proxy, we may be able to avoid the Infernal Trial..."

That's right.

Cui Peng is ready to join Xiaoyulou and become a killer.

It just so happened that the martial arts he practiced was designed to kill people.

A head of a true descendant of the Qingyuan Sect and a Xuanbing long sword were enough for him to enjoy high treatment after joining. '

Of course, this matter has to be done slowly.

Now he still can't even figure out the other party's background.

"He should only know that I disguised myself as a beggar, but does not know my exact location."

"I am in the dark, and he is in the light."

"Idiot, you want to fish me out, but you make yourself the target of public criticism..."

"Hehehe... Let's see who finally throws himself into the trap."

Cui Peng stood up and walked towards the little beggar in front of him.

He patted the little beggar on the back, and he immediately turned around.

"What's the matter?"

The little beggar turned back and looked at him warily.

"You are going to Murong's Mansion to get rice porridge."

"Well, if you want to go, you can go by yourself. I don't have time to help you."

The little beggar shook his head repeatedly.

"I don't want porridge or rice."

Cui Peng suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes, tried to be kind, and took out another sling of copper coins.

The little beggar's eyes were fixed, showing desire.

"When you go to get the porridge, just touch the corner of the Qingyuan Sect's true heir's clothes with your hand, and the money will be yours."

"If you go back to Dongcheng Nijiao Alley and tell me what he looks like, I will give you another shilling of money."

The copper coins were smeared with his special spices.

Only specially trained rats can smell it.

"good!"

The little beggar took the money and went away happily.

...

The entrance of Murong Mansion.

There was a long line of people queuing up in front of the charity hall set up with bamboo stilts. Most of them were people in ragged clothes, poor people, homeless people, and poor people.

“Wow, what a thick porridge!”

"Not only is there porridge collar, but there is also a small bag of rice! Wait... there is even half a salted fish!"

"Tsk tsk... I thought that Li Zhenzhuan was just trying to gain fame and reputation, but I didn't expect him to be so real."

"It doesn't matter if he really wants to earn fame, we will get real benefits after all."

"Don't talk nonsense, he personally distributes food there and makes all the beggars line up there."

...

There was endless discussion.

In the porridge shed.

Li Mo was as busy as a top. He not only had to hand out porridge and rice with his own hands, but also observed with his divine eye.

He is also strange.

He only said that he wanted to do good deeds, but he didn't report his family status.

How come everyone knows his identity?

foreseeable.

After today, he is probably going to become a well-known good man in Ziyang Mansion City.

"Who told them that I opened the charity hall?"

Li Mo handed the food out and turned back:

"Brother Murong, do you have any clues?"

"I don't know..."

Murong Xiao's voice was hoarse and he couldn't finish his words for a long time.

Li Mo shook his head and started to beat the porridge again with a bowl.

At the same time, the Divine Eye of Destiny opens:

[Name: Lu Ning]

[Age:21]

[Root Bone: None. ]

[Realm: mortal. ]

[Destiny: Gray. ]

[Evaluation: Great ambition but little talent. ]

[Recent experience: He was originally from a wealthy family, but he went out to do business without telling his family. He lost all his money and had no shame to return home, so he became a beggar in the city. ]

He handed a small bag of rice to the beggar who deliberately covered his face.

Li Mo sighed softly: "Go home early. It is better to bow down to your family than to bow down for five buckets of rice."

The man's hand that took the rice bag trembled, and he thanked Li Mo softly.

"Have you ever seen a beggar with a wound on his chest, bright eyes, and a stuttering speech?"

"Return to Mr. Li Dashan, I haven't seen him before."

"Okay, go ahead."

Classmate Xiao Li is a little worried.

This morning, he also saw a lot of beggars.

There are those who pretend to be poor and come to receive good rice, and there are those who go to Beijing to take the exam and fail the exam. They can be regarded as seeing all kinds of life.

But unfortunately, the person he was looking for was nowhere to be found.

Could it be that the little beggar didn't mix with the other beggars?

Or is there something wrong with the information Bingtuozi gave you?

Just as I was thinking about it.

"Li Dashan, thank you."

He bowed his head.

There was a thin little beggar, about seven or eight years old, standing there timidly.

"Can you hold the rice?"

"Uh-huh."

When handing him the rice bag, Li Mo found a small paw print on his clothes.

Looking at the little beggar again, he pursed his lips and closed his eyes, as if he was ready to undergo a severe beating.

"It's okay, I'll just go back and wash up."

Li Mo laughed dumbly.

"You...are such a good person..."

"Have you ever seen a beggar who stuttered, had bright eyes and a wound on his chest?"

Li Mosun asked.

"Huh? Do you know Sister Stuttering?"

The little beggar's eyes widened.

"Stuttering sister?"

Li Mo raised his eyebrows.

He was about to ask again.

The little beggar suddenly covered his mouth, as if he had made some mistake, and ran into the crowd in a panic.

But his information was extremely detail-oriented in the eyes of Li Mo's God of Destiny:

[Name: Meng Can]

[Age:7]

[Root Bone: None. ]

[Realm: mortal. ]

[Destiny: Black. ]

[Evaluation: My body is like a weed, my life is thinner than paper. Although I meet a noble person, my life is not precious. ]

[Recent encounter: Stuttering sister is sick. He went out to beg alone and met Cui Peng, a gangster. Without knowing it, he left a mark on Li Mo, the true successor of Qingyuan Sect, and was about to be silenced. ]