"Song Wen! The plagued little turtle... damn slave... I must kill you..."
The two maids carefully brought out two basins of blood. The room smelled of a strong smell of blood and gold sore medicine.
A pale-faced girl was leaning on a pile of stacked quilts, with a thick white linen wrapped around her left shoulder, and traces of blood could be faintly seen... She must have been seriously injured.
A slender old man with a cold face was wiping his hands with a handkerchief without looking at the girl... "The medicine for golden sores is changed every three days. The Shengji Huichun Pills on the plate are two pills a day. They cannot be used within these three months."
No activities, no exposure, no drinking...remember?"
"Uncle... Ling'er didn't do it on purpose. It was our eyes and ears that sent back the news, saying that the old thief Zhou from the boxing gym was determined to fight against Ling'er in front of the government... I have no choice but to think about it.
It would be best to defeat Zhou Dong directly! This way we can have room to turn..."
"If it weren't for your exploits to rescue Miao Long, I would have escorted you back to Suzhou! Humph, you should be grounded for three months...Half of the manpower ambushed in Bianliang was suddenly lost! Your grandfather didn't send you
Being imprisoned in a dungeon is easy..."
The young girl huddled on the bedside with her robe wrapped in grievance, crying with tears in her eyes: "Ling'er just wanted to help grandpa and uncle... Who knew that the damn little turtle guy would have messed up on the way? Otherwise,
Now we have crippled the Imperial Boxing Hall...all the people in Bianliang who are not attracted by us have also dispersed."
The old man curled his lips and said: "You think you have the ability to besiege Wei and rescue Zhao? Since it has been determined that Zhou Tong and the Yuquan Hall are going to take action, why not just raid the Yuquan Hall's home base? Since you know that these guys claim to be chivalrous people, why don't they just attack Wa?
Set a fire in Zijie? There are many opportunities to postpone the disaster, but your planning is far from enough..."
Ling'er nodded pitifully: "Ling'er remember, I will definitely not let go of the little Turtle Gong and the old thief Zhou Tong next time..."
The old man frowned: "I originally thought that Song Wen was just a shameless businessman... Now it seems that this man still has some decisive skills, and a group of incompetent little beggars can actually be trained by him to not be afraid of life and death!
He has some skills..."
Ling'er frowned and said, "Otherwise, give him to Wazi Street..."
The old man shook his head: "It's not that bad... Zixuan Tower on Wazi Street can actually earn nearly ten thousand taels of silver every year in his hands. This is something that even the proprietor can't think of... What the proprietor means is to take another look.
, let’s see if we can win him over! If we want to achieve great things, talents from all walks of life are indispensable.”
Ling'er looked in the direction of the backyard and whispered: "But this little turtle only cares about that green slave... That is the future courtesan chosen by grandpa himself, and he wants to use her..."
"Shut up! You are becoming more and more outspoken... If your grandfather knows that you dare to reveal these things at will, he will marry you overseas or go to Korea! You will not be allowed to participate in these things in the future..."
"Ling'er knows..."
In the garden behind the yard, the little green slave was quietly stuffing a silver hairpin into the sleeve of a little maid...
"Are you saying that Wazi Street now regards Brother Wen as the God of Wealth?"
The little maid looked around crookedly and whispered in the green slave's ear: "Isn't that right? Those famous ladies all wanted to pounce on him and devour him... There is still Bliss in Wazi Street now.
The big stage is making money every day, and the owners of the seven brothels are making huge profits! I heard that Song Wen also has a relationship with Liang Shicheng, the hidden minister, and even the acting eunuch of the Jiaofang Department supports him..."
The green slave looked at the little maid in disbelief, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses... Unexpectedly, never expected that the cowardly and kind-hearted Brother Wen, who was as cowardly and kind as a gourd, would actually have such methods and thoughts! Then...then is he really true?
Can you save yourself from this fire pit?
The green slave's heart was in a state of turmoil. She was so smart that she already knew...that her master, Zixuanlou, was definitely not a simple brothel merchant! Everything was mysterious and weird...Logically speaking, she was a skinny girl.
, shouldn’t be taken so seriously and manipulated! What on earth is the owner of Zixuan Tower going to do with himself?
The green slave was silent for a long time, and did not come back to his senses until the little maid left...
It wasn't until Grandma Li stood in front of him with a cold face that the green slave put aside his composure and pretended to be calm before standing up and saluting... "I've seen Grandma Li..."
Grandma Li said expressionlessly: "What are you thinking about?"
"It's nothing, it's just that I haven't seen those sisters from Zixuanlou for a long time...I feel a little lonely."
"sisters?"
Aunt Li sneered... "Haha, what are sisters? How can they compare with you? Remember, Zixuanlou Wazi Street and so on are all false... In this world, you can only walk into a truly noble person
The only way out is your heart! Also, the owner of Zixuan Tower is also your benefactor and master in life! If you have any thoughts of disloyalty... you know what the consequences will be!"
The Green Slave shuddered. She was vaguely aware of... several people who had disappeared in the yard, and some information that Granny Li had vaguely revealed on weekdays... It seemed that the owner of Zixuan Tower had an extremely large and terrifying...
Organization! Those betrayers and culprits, without exception, all disappeared inexplicably...
"The green slave knows that he will be loyal to his master!"
"It's good that you know! If it weren't for the kindness of the master, you would have been bought and sold as a slave! If it weren't for the mercy of the master, in another year you would have to be groomed by a dirty old man and then lean against the door.
He was sold to those filthy prostitutes when he was old and young, and was trampled to death early! Do you understand?"
The green slave lowered his head and said: "I know!"
The battle at Ling'erhui's lair outside the southern city of Bianliang was fought vigorously, but not many people knew the real story... Before dawn, a large number of police officers from Kaifeng Prefecture and the patrolling army came in gangs to grab the credit!
In one fell swoop, more than a dozen or twenty unresolved missing persons cases, kidnapping and extortion cases, and theft and extortion cases were settled... which made the Kaifeng Prefecture Yin and Tui Guan and other officials very happy!
Naturally, the Kaifeng Prefecture took the lion's share of the credit. The imperial boxing gym and a group of heroes who took action were only praised for their bravery and bravery. In the end, they only received a bonus of 300 guan... and it fell into the hands of the old hero Zhou Tong.
There are two hundred strings left.
Zhou Tong sighed and ordered his men to divide the bounty among the injured brothers. If Song Wen hadn't been so generous, the families of the two fallen heroes would have been in trouble. If this continued, people's hearts would slowly disperse...
This time, it is the first time that Song Wen has made a temporary appearance in the Bianliang Jianghu! Although he did not make a name for himself with his martial arts, the image of a group of young people holding wooden shields and fighting to the death has been deeply etched in the hearts of everyone.
...Not to mention that this little god of wealth spent nearly a thousand taels of silver on behalf of the dead and injured!
This is not a small amount of money... With this money, the injured can rest and recuperate at home in peace, and the orphans and widows can say that they have no worries for half their lives... The heroes who died in the accident can close their eyes in silence.