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Volume 4 Chapter 3 The Butler

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    Mo Qing said hurriedly: "You did a good job, I just thank you for the hard work!" "Your Majesty, you are so polite. It is my honor for you to be able to fulfill your duties for your Majesty." Emperor Jin was busy saying a few words of courtesy and humility, and then turned his eyes.  , fell on Yang Muyu.  "This is the kid. I went out this time just to pick him up!" Mo Qing introduced.  "It turns out it's Young Master!" Emperor Jin was busy bending down to salute. Yang Muyu knew that His Majesty, the Emperor of the Qingyu Empire, didn't dare to entrust him, so he hurriedly returned the courtesy, "Mu Yu has seen Your Majesty." "Young Master, you don't need to be polite."  Emperor Jin hurriedly held his hand and said with a smile on his face, "Since the emperor has come back, then -" "I know things are busy. Since I am back, naturally I can't leave you in the city of Qingyao." Mo Qing understood.  What he meant was that Emperor Jin was His Majesty the Emperor of the Qingyu Empire. He was the supreme king of the country, so he was naturally very busy with government affairs.  "In that case, I will" Before Jin Emperor finished speaking, Mo Qing's shadow had disappeared, and when he looked again, he had knelt down in front of the mourning hall.  "Leave everything to me!" Yang Muyu sighed, looking at Emperor Jin's embarrassment, and said hurriedly, "My father is sad in his heart, please don't blame me." Although the city of Qingyao is superior to the Qingyu Empire  , but he is a majestic emperor of a country, so he must be given some dignity.  "Young master is joking. This is human nature. Why should I not understand?" He made a gesture and said with a smile, "Sir, please follow me to the side hall." Yang Muyu nodded. It turned out that Emperor Jin was busy on his side.  In the Qingyu Empire's political affairs, I was busy helping Qingyao City host the funeral of the old man of the Mo family, so I had to order people to clean up the side hall, so that everyone could report the matter.  They are all in this side hall.  Emperor Jin had not been to the Imperial City of Qingyu Empire for several days and was extremely anxious. Therefore, as soon as Mo Qing came back, he breathed a sigh of relief. Regardless of whether Yang Muyu could attend to the funeral, he gave the explanation in one go and left with his guards.  .  Yang Muyu had to send him to the door and exchanged a few polite words with him.  Returning to the side hall, there were already five or six people waiting in line.  Although he has been extremely smart since he was a child, he has been wandering around with Yang Chen since he was a child, and has experienced many more things than ordinary children. Even the minds of ordinary adults are far less profound than his, but after all, he is only a fifteen-year-old boy.  , I have never managed such a funeral before, and for a moment, I just felt like there were so many things at stake.  I don't even know where to start.  He wanted to discuss with Mo Qing several times, but Mo Qing was in the mourning hall. When the Qingyu Empire learned that Mo Qing was back, mourners came and went in an endless stream, and he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.  Yang Muyu had no choice but to make a decision, but in his heart he complained about his cheapness.  He was obviously there, but he couldn't hide himself. He didn't know which corner he was hiding in to relax.  After half a day, by the time he burned the twilight paper, he already had a better understanding of the officials' physique and internal and external management of Qingyao City.  Burning the dusk paper, as a direct descendant of the Mo family, he naturally had to go and kneel down with the crying spirit.  After waiting for the paper to be burned, it was dinner time again, and Yang Muyu had to arrange meals for the many people who came to pay their respects.  In addition, the servants and others in the family were divided into men and women and had to eat separately. Suddenly, the entire city of Qingyao was in chaos, and he was so busy that he didn't even have time to say a word to Mo Qing.  Waiting for dinner, Yang Muyu was already simmering with anger. Who was in charge of this in the first place? Why is this Qingyao City such a mess?  Or was it that no one was in charge of the city of Qingyao?  The ghost servant looked heartbroken and brought him a cup of tea.  Yang Muyu just took a sip and then angrily smashed the tea cup to the ground.  "Young Master!" the ghost servant called cautiously.  "Ghost servant, see for yourself, what kind of chaos is this now?" Yang Muyu took a deep breath, and the chaos was over.  These housekeepers probably deceived him because of his youth.  Or maybe Mo Qing didn't officially announce his identity, and no one took him seriously.  Not only the words are sloppy, but the efficiency of the work is even more procrastinating.  The ghost servant frowned and replied in a low voice: "Young master, you also know that originally the master seldom took care of things. Urgent matters like this have never happened in the family before, and there are not many people in the Mo family. These slave-taking neglects are inevitable."  "When he arrives, he can just guard the mourning hall as a filial son. He doesn't even look at this house. What's the mess?" Yang Muyu held back his anger. When he raised his head, he happened to see Du Yun's figure flashing at the door.  Then Du Yun rolled in like a ball and said with a smile on his face: "What are your orders, Master?" Yang Muyu took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and sneered: "Ask me, I  How dare you?" Du Yun could only laugh with him and didn't dare to answer a word.  "Go, call me the commanders of the Black Guard and Iron Guard in the city, the people in charge of domestic and foreign affairs, the officials and counselors, all here -"?Remember, I will only give you three sticks of incense, and those who cannot reach it will be killed without mercy!  "Yang Muyu said coldly, he was really angry. The city of Qingyao had a false reputation. He had been in charge of his home for a long time, but he found that it was almost a ball of gruel inside. No wonder he would be bullied. Mo Qing usually probably  He didn't do much, just letting his servants talk nonsense. "Three sticks of incense time" "What is this little master doing?"  Am I not qualified to give orders?  Yang Muyu said as he took out the Demon Slayer Sword from the Starfish Soul, slapped it heavily on the table, and then said to the ghost servant, "Burn the incense!"  " Du Yun shivered violently, turned around suddenly and ran out. He knew that Yang Muyu could do what he said, and with Mo Qing's doting on him, as long as he opened his mouth, there would be no objection.  ! The ghost servant burned three sticks of incense in the incense burner, turned to look at him and smiled bitterly: "If no one comes when the incense is gone, you won't really kill anyone, right?  " "I thought you understood me, but it turns out" Yang Muyu shook his head. The city of Qingyao was too lax. Isn't it obvious that he is inviting people to attack him? If he doesn't take care of it properly and doesn't use others, these slaves will be defeated.  After a while, people started to come in one after another. Yang Muyu just sat on the chair, paying no attention to anyone, and waited for the three pillars of incense to burn out. Then he stood up slowly with the Demon Slayer Sword in his hand.  He got up and ordered the ghost servant to count the number of people. The ghost servant had been with Mo Qing for many years and was naturally very familiar with everything in the city of Qingyao. After counting the number of people, he nodded and said: "Master, only Gu Pu, the steward of the inner palace, is not here.  "    "What is he doing?  "Yang Muyu asked. If there is indeed something urgent and we cannot be separated, that's fine. He is not an unreasonable person. Du Yun moved his mouth, shook his head and said, "When I informed him, he said it back.  " Yang Muyu snorted coldly. He said he would come but didn't come. Does that mean that he didn't take his young master seriously at all? Thinking of this, he winked at the ghost servant. The ghost servant understood.  "Where is the financial manager?"  Yang Muyu shouted loudly and asked. The accountant hurriedly walked out, bent down and saluted: "What are your orders, Master?"  " "Show me the latest bill.  "Yang Muyu said straightforwardly. "Yes!  "The person in charge of finance was a skinny old man over fifty, named Yao Mingzhen. He tremblingly took out a ledger from his sleeve, held it in both hands and handed it over. He said with a smile, "The little old man is from Qingyao City.  Servant, I had already expected that the young master would want to look at the account book.  " Yang Muyu flipped through a few pages, and the recent incoming and outgoing accounts were quite clear. He immediately nodded and said, "Do you have records of all the people who have given gifts recently?  " "Yes, these are routines, so they must be recorded properly!  Gifts are sent to the inner warehouse for storage.  Yao Zhen hurriedly replied. "Very good!"  Yang Muyu nodded. But he thought to himself, "I will still check your account after I finish my work."  "Thinking in his heart, he just smiled indifferently on his face, and then based on different things, another allocation was made. One person was responsible for one thing. Not wanting to be so messy as before, he also took the opportunity to get to know the officials of Qingyao City.  After all, the city of Qingyao has a thousand-year heritage, and all the systems are very complete, which is not comparable to that of the ordinary Burst House. It was just some slaves who deceived the master, and Yang Muyu took the initiative to deal with it, and he was immediately touched.  With a little knowledge, he would naturally not be as confused as before. After everything was arranged, Yang Muyu greeted the Black Guards and Iron Guards. The leader of the Black Guards was named Lin Jiacheng, a burly man in his thirties.  In Chinese characters, he is a fifth-grade martial artist with a dark face, like an iron tower. The leader of the Tiewei is named Zhang Liang. He is over fifty years old and has a short stature. Yang Muyu knows that he is a seventh-grade martial artist.  Afterwards, I couldn't help but be surprised. One of the iron guards in Qingyao City had a seventh-level cultivation, and there were definitely eighth-level martial cultivators among the guards. Why would someone let an eighth-level martial cultivator enter the city and commit murder and arson? "I heard this recently?  He said that during the few days that the Lord was away, the family was very uneasy.  "Yang Muyu held the demon-killing sword in his hand and walked slowly in front of everyone. No one dared to answer his words. Yang Muyu didn't want them to say anything. He sneered and said: "I don't want to pursue the past things, but now, I hope  You'd better do your duty faithfully. If something like this happens again, I'm sorry. Our city of Qingyao will not raise useless pustules!  " These words made Lin Jiacheng and Zhang Liang a little embarrassed, but then they thought about it. After all, they were derelict in letting people break into Qingyao City, and they had nothing to say. They both agreed cautiously immediately. "  , the ghost servant has come in with a middle-aged man in brocade clothes who is about forty years old, and everyoneHe recognized this person as the head of the inner palace of Mo Qing, the lord of Qingyao City - Gu Pu, who was usually a popular person around Mo Qing.
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