Liumen Hall.

Chen Liuqingjun's face was full of calm and solemn expression, and she kept paced back and forth in the simple living room.

The master, who had always been indifferent, was so anxious that Ah Fu, who was beside him, and Ah Xi also browed in a black line.

"Little Azhao is still crying!" Ah Fu murmured.

Ah Xi looked at him, then at the hall master, and sighed in embarrassment.

After hearing that my young husband was arrested by the Imperial City Corps, the Liumen and others were shocked.

Chen Liu quickly sent someone back to Yanyong Mountain to send a letter to Mr. Wu You, and searched everywhere for people to inquire about the whole story.

However, all the powerful people who were familiar with the worship of the people were hesitant and unwilling to respond to this matter, and Chen Liu was helpless for a while.

Now, we can only wait for news from Uncle Wen.

At least, you have to know how to get rid of Zhao Chonghuan with such a crime.

"You ask her to buy some delicious food for her and send it to her, so that she and Xi Guan will not be anxious. I am trying to find a way!" Chen Liu stopped and said in a deep voice.

Ah Fu nodded, couldn't help but sigh and went out.

Chen Liu stared at Ah Fu's figure disappearing in the dark night, frowned like silk.

After pausing for a moment, he turned to Ah Xi and said, "You should quickly give the orders. The shopkeepers, accounts, and all the cash bank, tickets, etc. are ready. Now please order all the goods and package them and transfer them at any time! Also, all the contracts that have not been signed and not yet fulfilled are calculated and ready to compensate the silver..."

Ah Xi's heart suddenly broke out and her face changed suddenly: "Master, are you planning to withdraw?"

Chen Liu pursed his lips and said silently: "Since the matter of the little husband has already involved Pingzhang Mansion and Wenjian Villa, it will inevitably pose an unpredictable threat to Xumen Sect and Liumen!"

"Although the young master is still a traitor to our Xu Sect now, if the high-ranking officials want to take their anger, even if they are falsely punished, they will severely damage our Liumen! Therefore, it is not necessarily a bad thing to prevent problems before they happen and prepare for the future!"

Ah Xilian opened her expression and thought for a while and said, "Then I'll do it now!"

Chen Liu nodded: "Go! But don't make a big fuss, let the shopkeepers act carefully in private, and don't make any statements for the time being, so as not to make people's hearts fluctuate and mess up the rules!"

"yes!"

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That room.

Imperial City Prison.

Wei Xing squatted down and leaned against the candlelight, listening carefully to Zhao Chonghuan's words while recording quickly.

Zhao Chonghuan's unpretentious face really couldn't tell the beauty, but her eyes were soaked in the candlelight, but she looked like two balls of mercury-filled magnets, with a gloss that was indescribable but could not help but be swept into it.

The hands she was flirting and exam seemed to be more slender than ordinary teenagers, and her fingertips were as round and full as jade.

Wei Xing looked calmly at the young man in front of him who was concentrating on checking the body.

Suddenly, he remembered some of the "feats" that Wei Ruxin had privately chatted with him during the Ridge, and his eyes moved, and the pen that wrote the lyrics more and more carefully.

"------The other key parts of the deceased's body have not been found dead for the time being. However, his hands were rough, his fingers had old wounds, and some black ink was mixed in the lines--"

Zhao Chonghuan gently opened the dead man's hands, looked carefully, and pulled his nose to sniff, estimating, "This person may have been a carving and printing craftsman or ink maker before his life, or it may be ------"

Wei Xing and the prison guards were both stunned when they heard this, with a little admiration in their eyes.

"Yes, this person is the carving and printing craftsman!"

Zhao Chonghuan nodded and continued to look at it. He found that there was a little dry mud in the crack of the nails of the index finger on the left hand of the deceased, as if there was dust in some place.

She frowned and looked up and asked, "How long has this person been in jail?"

"Three days!" said the small prisoner.

"What crime?"

"Print the tickets for private purposes!"

Zhao Chonghuan was also a little surprised when he heard about this charge.

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