The next morning, the two little turtles yawned nonstop and went upstairs to wait for the guests to leave. They brought water, tea and snacks, and then looked forward to getting two small coins from the guests.
This is a little benefit for a young boy in a brothel. How could Song Wen value this small amount of money? So he gave this job to the other two little turtles. Brother Ming and another boy named Xu Fuzi were very interested in Song Wen.
I bowed with gratitude and gratitude.
After sleeping until midnight, Song Wen went to the kitchen to look for food. When the two cooks saw Song Wen, they smiled and spoke kindly, and even left meat buns for him.
Song Wen naturally would not be a good person and teach them some dishes of future generations at will. The key point is that he does not want to mess around in this kitchen. Even if he is a good cook, what will he do? Without any identity background, even if he goes out
Opening a store is like a piece of cake...
Song Wen was still paying attention to the old beggar whose name he did not know, the junior brother of Wang Jin, the instructor of the Forbidden Army...
Arriving at the wooden bridge again, Song Wen carried a pot of Baihuajiang from the brothel and wrapped a few meat buns in oil paper. He stood on the stone and coughed: "Is the old man still here? Come down if you still have energy.
Let’s eat!”
After waiting for a long time, there was no sound.
Song Wen felt that this old guy might have really left, maybe because he took revenge on Gao Qiu's adopted son, or maybe he was persuaded to leave by his senior brother Wang Jin.
As soon as he turned around, Song Wen trembled!
A young woman was looking at him coldly. It was none other than Mrs. Zhao Shenyan, who was run over by him the night before...
Song Wen remembered the genuine fear in Zhao Shenyan's eyes when he talked about his wife, and knew that this woman who was suspected to be a descendant of a general was definitely not someone to be trifled with!
"I thought the old man kept you because he liked you, but it turns out you are just a piece of mud..."
Song Wenzhan smiled: "I'm just a piece of dirt. Is the Zhao family's wife here to become my disciple?"
"Hmph, who is in the mood to say this to a turtle like you? Let me ask you, who did Zhao Shenyan drink wine with last night?"
"Well, he should be an officer of the Forbidden Army. I don't remember his specific name."
"You're pretending to be stupid, right? But he's a Marquis of Duyu named Wang? He's in his thirties and has a short beard?"
"It seems like this kind of guest..."
Madam Zhao seemed a little embarrassed, stamped her feet and cursed: "Why should you beg him if you are shameless?"
"That's right, how does this lady handle herself!"
The wife of the Zhao family sighed: "Wang Dan is a rich man, how can I ask him to do something? In addition, when he failed to propose marriage at my house, I must have felt a knot in my heart... How could I help him sincerely? Sigh...
…You said…huh?”
Mrs. Zhao's wife was picked up by Song Wen, and she opened her mouth to speak out what was in her heart. At this time, she suddenly reacted, and when she looked up, she saw the little turtle looking at her with a gossipy look on the opposite side, his eyes shining brightly...
"How dare you play tricks on me, you're so arrogant!"
Madam Zhao was so angry that she came over to beat Song Wen. Song Wen hurriedly raised his hand and said loudly: "Madam Zhao, don't be upset, I am not thinking about you! If you do this, the next time Mr. Zhao comes to the brothel,
How about I help you persuade him to turn around? Let him study and practice martial arts at home, and don’t associate with these people, and don’t go to a brothel to live and drink..."
"Humph, who are you? You're just a little turtle man. His mother and I can't persuade him. How can you control him?"
Song Wen raised his hand and pointed to the sky: "I swear, if I, Song Wen, help Madam to persuade the official to turn around, Madam will reward me with ten taels of silver! If I fail, I will let Madam beat him to death!"
Mrs. Zhao clenched her pink fist suspiciously, and her joints cracked several times, which frightened Song Wen's heart and liver... She was really a practicing master!
"Then let me record this beating first! If you can help me persuade him, don't say ten taels...I will give you twenty taels! If you dare to lie to me, I will break your hands and let you live on the streets and starve.
die!"
"I, Song Wen, swear to God that I will never deceive my wife."
Mrs. Zhao nodded and seemed very satisfied. When she turned to leave, she suddenly turned back to Song Wen and said: "Last night, there was a murder case on Yangshi Street! An adopted son of Gao Qiu, a close official of the official family, was killed.
However, the assassin encountered a trap and seemed to be injured... He barely escaped and disappeared. If you... I'm afraid that Coach Wang Jin is also worried. If you see that person, go to Coach Wang Jin and report it
Maybe you can get a few rewards..."
These words contained a lot of information. Song Wen was stunned for a moment, then he bowed his hands and saluted, and Mrs. Zhao turned around and left.
It seems that the wife of the Zhao family knows the identity of the old beggar, and the affair between Coach Wang Jin and Gao Qiu's adopted son is not simple...otherwise, the death of an adopted son and a playboy would not attract these people's attention!
Song Wen shook his head...Are you kidding me? He is just an ant now. Let alone a big shot, the Madam of Zixuan Tower could crush him to death! Can he get involved in these things and find his own death?
With a sigh, Song Wen stood up and was about to leave! Suddenly, a hoarse voice came from the arch bridge... "Little bastard, bring grandpa... some wine!"
Deep in a mansion near the imperial city, a middle-aged official in his forties, dressed in a red robe, sat on the Grand Master's chair with a cold expression. Next to him, a half-year-old boy in silk satin was still crying and wiping away his tears...
"Dad! Brother Zhou's death was so tragic... The thief actually pierced Brother Zhou's throat with one sword, and blood spurted all over the floor... My child, my child was so scared that he peed his pants!"
The red-robed official snorted coldly and waved his hand: "Go down! Rest in the mansion for the next few days, don't go out to show off again."
The young man secretly glanced at his father's face, twitched and went down.
A middle-aged scribe came out from behind the screen, bowed and sat on the chair at the bottom, and said softly: "Sir, it seems that those generals are still unwilling to give up... They just pushed Wang Jin out to confront Zhou Xu.
Temptation, this is to warn you not to worry about the military power and the position of Taiwei in front of the palace!"
Gao Qiu smashed the celadon tea cup on the table to the ground... "These generals are really abominable!"
The scribe smiled slightly: "Why do you need to be angry, sir? Just wait for the opportunity. With the officials here, as long as you don't lose favor, everything will be unstoppable..."
"Then let Wang Jin go first, but we have to search the whole city to find the assassin Ling Chi and execute him! Otherwise, the bad breath in my heart will be hard to get out."
"Wansheng has left this matter to the people from the Qingtang Gang, and the custody does not involve you."
"Remember those guys who are secretly adding fuel to the flames, and later... we will settle the score later!"
"Late life takes orders!"
The middle-aged scribe bowed and saluted, then turned and left.
Song Wen climbed up the wooden bridge pillar with a squeaking noise, and dangerously slipped into the empty space of the bridge arch...
A quilt was spread haphazardly on the wooden table, with some wine bottles and bones scattered everywhere. The old beggar was lying weakly on the tattered quilt, his face as pale as paper! His abdomen was wrapped in a circle of linen, and a trace of blood seeped out.
!
"I wonder...you...are you about to kick your legs? Old man, can you still jump down? I'll accompany you to see the doctor!"
The old beggar chuckled, raised his hand to wipe the black dirt on his face, and his face suddenly looked younger... It turned out that this guy had been pretending to be an old man, and his real age was only in his forties!
"I'm afraid it won't work this time. Alas... I suddenly regretted it. This time I was really nosy. But my senior brother's friend's family was broken up and his wife was separated. It really makes people want to kill that little thief Zhou Xu... Even if it makes people want to kill him...