"That's the specific situation." Ma Dongmiao closed the note and looked at Gu Xiaotong who was sitting behind the table.
Gu Xiaotong didn't raise his eyes, his face was calm, and after thinking for a while he asked: "Where is Hang Jiu Shou?"
Ma Dongmiao, who was standing in front of the table, hesitated for a moment and then replied: "Local merchants joined forces to squeeze out Huizhen Pavilion. Mr. Hangdian responded to Huizhen Pavilion's invitation and came to mediate."
"The dignified Lord Dongdiandian has already started to work as a pimp. He is not ashamed of it!" Gu Mandong had already known about Hang Jiushou's wisdom and courage, but he really didn't expect what he would get.
This is such an answer. Thinking about Tan Xie who was thrown into Yansha City by himself, Niu Tuodao who went to the Central Plains to seek revenge, Mi Ruo who has not left the house for more than ten years, and Lu Zikun who spreads gossip everywhere, there is an evil fire in my heart.
He said angrily: "At the critical moment, there is no one who can be used."
Ma Dongmiao suggested: "How about asking Deacon Sha to check it out?"
"He? When he wasn't married, he could only support half a person, let alone now?" Gu Zhutong made no secret of his disappointment with Sha Paijiu, and then looked at the six-dimensional picture on the table and said: "From "The Tiger"
"The Affair" to the wedding in Bingcheng, how long did it take?"
Ma Dongmiao was stunned and didn't understand why he mentioned this topic.
"The Affair of the Tiger" written by Gu Mingtong was the first article written by Lou Wai Lou to disparage Na Xiu. The whole civilization praised and criticized Na Xiu in a pungent tone. After that, Lou Wai Lou wrote "Yi Xiu" one after another.
"Pear Blossoms Press Begonias" and "The Male Lion on the Prairie" were two essays to plead with Na Xiu, until the emerald cuckold was given at the wedding in Bingcheng, which took Na Xiu more than half a year.
Ma Dongmiao felt that Gu Xiaotong must have meant something, but he couldn't understand it for a while, so he answered honestly: "About half a year."
"Half a year. Hmph! Let them toss, the harder it is, the better. It's best to turn the world upside down." Gu Ditong sneered slightly and changed the subject, "Have you got any clues about the original murder case on the river?"
Ma Dongmiao said: "No, Lao Que returned to Mulan Court a few days ago. He went to Libaiya specifically and asked me if Daxingdian didn't want to avenge him. His attitude was a bit strange, but he didn't report any gains."
"That boy from the Lao family, shouldn't he be in Chili? Why did he come back suddenly?"
"According to him, he came back to ask Mu Qiniang for tea on the orders of Luo Cizhang."
"Huh!" Gu Yantong's tone was slightly cold. Originally, Luo Cizhang was thrown to Chili just to get out of trouble, and he was not expected to catch any murderers. However, Luo Cizhang jumped out without any cover and did not do his job, which is really disturbing.
Gu Xiaotong was very angry and said: "This old man is not polite."
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Xiaman in the night, with busy traffic and colorful lights, has a very lively scene.
Lao Que walked among the bustle, his face slightly cold, which was incompatible with the night scene.
After turning a few streets and walking along the left side of the street for tens of meters, I saw the purpose of my trip. Next to the busy street, an old man squatted on the street begging, with a sad face and a tired body.
It was my father, Lao Shijing. He looked miserable and desolate, just like a clump of withered grass in the wind and snow on a cold night.
A complicated look flashed across Lao Que's face, and then he returned to his sinister look. He had already made up his mind from the moment he received Wu Ma Xi's letter. He walked towards his father with a dark face and stood beside him.
Two meters in front, watching coldly.
The old man raised his head and saw his son's face. Tears suddenly flowed down his face. He choked with sobs and called out: "Shiwa!"
Lao Que's expression didn't change at all, and he said, "Why are you here?"
"Of course I brought it to you, Master." A leisurely and clear voice came from behind, very familiar.
Lao Que's whole body tensed up in an instant, and all his hair stood on end. He turned around slowly, and the person standing behind him was indeed Master Che Han. That slender face was as hateful and terrifying as a demon.
Lao Que didn't dare to look at him, so he quickly knelt on the ground, hugged Che Han's legs and cried loudly: "Master, my disciple has found you."
Che Han said with no expression on his face: "Looking for me? I heard that the obedient disciple is so prosperous in Daxing Hall that he doesn't even want his father. Will he still want me as his master?"
Lao Que cried and said, "Master, you have wronged my disciple."
"Unjust, hum! Let me ask you, how did your senior brother die?"
"Master, senior brother, he died so miserably!" Lao Que's heart pounded. He didn't know how much Che Han knew about Gong Zhitong's death, but in order to survive, he could only bite the bullet and make up the following, "A few months ago, Daxing
Two envoys from the palace came to deliver the invitation letter for the Goulian Conference to the master. On the way back, they stopped at the disciple's house. The disciple hosted a banquet for them and asked the senior brother to come and accompany them. Who wanted to suddenly kill a man in black with a large shape?
The two envoys of the palace, as well as the eldest brother, were all killed by him!"
"Oh, that's it." Che Han's voice didn't contain the anger of knowing the truth at all, and was strangely calm.
A chill ran down Lao Que's spine, and he did not dare to delay. He gritted his teeth and continued to compile: "The villain then set fire to the murderer. His disciple's house was completely burned by him, and his disciple was burned to half ashes.
, all the wives and concubines were buried in the fire, and the father was separated as a result. Two messengers from the Daxing Palace once said that the demon came from the Cha family. The disciple was lucky enough to escape with his life. He wanted to avenge his family and senior brother, but he knew that his cultivation was not enough.
Worried about injuring his brothers, and unable to find the master, he had no choice but to go to the Daxing Hall, hoping to use the power of the Daxing Hall to avenge the blood. What a pity, the master is back, and so is Fu Xin. Oh my god.
Open your eyes!"
Lao Que turned around and hugged Lao Shijing and cried again. He knew that it would be difficult to pretend to be happy about being reunited after the disaster, so he didn't dare to see Che Han's reaction. He just held his head and cried, or knelt down and kowtowed, so that his
His expression was hidden. He was just holding Lao Shijing, but his body was shaking violently. He didn't know whether it was because of cold, joy, or fear.
"So I have wrongly blamed you?" Che Han said calmly, and placed his left palm on Lao Que's head.
Lao Que's heart suddenly sank to the bottom. He knew Che Han very well, and he knew from his tone that he had not deceived him.
Che Han is by no means a kind person. Although he is not a murderer, he has never been soft on killing people. If he knew that Gong Zhitong died in his own hands, he would be unlucky. He felt the soft palm of his hand.
Pressing it on the top of his head, it was like a murderous beast's mouth intersecting with canine teeth. Maybe it would suddenly tighten at the next moment and crush his brain.
His voice began to tremble a little, and he said dryly: "Fortunately, master is back. Senior brother's revenge will hopefully be avenged."
"So, you are planning to withdraw from Daxing Palace and follow me to take revenge?" Che Han seemed to have a different meaning in his words.
Lao Que's heart was beating wildly and he was about to agree to follow Che Han. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly became cruel and gritted his teeth and said, "Disciple has always dreamed of following Master, but..."
"Just what?"
"Master doesn't know something. Under the instigation of his disciple, Daxing Hall has been searching for information about the murderer these days. Now it has been determined that the murderer is the secret spy sent to the northwest by the Cha family, but his whereabouts are still under investigation.
Disciple thinks that he wants to return to Daxing Hall to act as an internal agent, and after getting the whereabouts of the murderer, he can meet up with the master to capture the murderer and avenge senior brother and disciple's family."
Lao Que had the courage to finish this sentence and was already breaking out in a cold sweat.
Today's situation is extremely dangerous, but Che Han is strangely calm. He obviously doesn't believe Lao Que's lies, but he can still talk to Lao Que calmly. This is definitely not like Che Han's character. There may be some variables, and this
The variable may be the last glimmer of hope for Lao Que. In any case, what is certain is that if he follows Che Han, even if he does not die today, he will definitely die in the future. Therefore, Lao Que must be brave and take advantage of this variable to escape from Che Han's control.
.
This is a gamble with only a slim chance of survival.
"That makes sense, then you should go back to the Daxing Hall first." Che Han slowly stroked Lao Que's head.
Lao Que's heart felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. The strength of the palm on his head was very comfortable and kind, but it made him sweat with fear. He suppressed his heart and said: "Yes, I am just the father of my disciple. How should I arrange it?"
"Of course I will take him to the Daxing Palace with me. Even if my hatred is as deep as the sea, I can't abandon my biological father?"
"Yes, this is what Master taught me." Lao Que took a deep breath and grabbed his father's left hand. He felt that his father was shaking as much as he was. He forced himself to calm down and said, "Father has been down and out these days.
Then take him back to the Daxing Hall and put him there."
"Well, go!" Che Han said calmly.
Lao Que grabbed his father's hand and slowly stood up. He secretly glanced at Che Han's face, which was unfathomably calm. Lao Que lowered his head and said, "Master, if something happens, you can use the messenger bee to summon the disciple. The disciple will definitely be there first."
Arriving in no time.”
"Um!"
"Master, take care!" Lao Que kowtowed to Che Han, not daring to stay any longer. He pulled his father slowly away, not even daring to look back. After walking dozens of meters and turning the corner, he only felt his eyes
My legs felt weak, and all the strength in my body seemed to have been drained away.
Che Han watched expressionlessly as the old man and the young man disappeared at the corner of the street. He withdrew his gaze and said to the empty space: "Why don't you let me kill such an unfilial and unkind person?"
A middle-aged man with a square face walked out of the restaurant behind him, and a young man with a handsome face, but a slightly wretched temperament. The two came to Che Han, and the middle-aged man said: "When I saw the disciple, I realized that it was
He is also an acquaintance. He seems to be planning something, this may be an opportunity for us."
Che Han said disdainfully: "What tricks can he plan?"
The middle-aged man said: "That's not necessarily true. The disciple's quick wit and courage are both good."
The young man said: "Qinge, I almost believed those lies and those cries."
The middle-aged man turned his head and glared at the young man, and said in a serious voice: "Hu Xianfeng, if you can't change your fucking overseas curse words, I will throw you back overseas."
Seeing his stern expression, Hu Xianfeng felt guilty and muttered: "I... my mother criticized me!"
"Malepi" is a swear word belonging to the northwest. The middle-aged man was too lazy to care about it and said to Hu Xianfeng: "Follow me and take a look."
Hu Xianfeng received the order and followed Lao Que in the direction where he left, muttering to himself as he walked.
When they walked out of this street, they saw the Law family and his son dozens of meters ahead, supporting each other and walking as if they were walking on thin ice.
Hu Xianfeng hung unhurriedly from a distance, saying hello to pedestrians on the street from time to time, and whistling to the women standing on the street, as if he were going shopping. The slang people were born in the market and have always liked the market, so now they are like a fish in water.
With ease.
After following the two streets as if they were having fun, the pace of Mr. and Mrs. Lao gradually became faster and they entered an alley next to them.
When Hu Xianfeng followed, he saw that the alley was deserted and lonely. There were only a few lights illuminating a few spots of light, but most places were still dark.
The Lowes and their sons walked in the distance, appearing and disappearing alternately in light and darkness.
Hu Xianfeng was on a mission, so he plucked up his energy and entered this deserted alley, specializing in dark corners.
After walking for dozens of steps, he saw that the father and son in front of him seemed to be about to turn around. Hu Xianfeng quickly disappeared into the darkness next to him. After about a few seconds, he was about to start moving forward when he suddenly felt a heavy blow to the back of his head. Then his vision went dark and the world was spinning.
The moment before he fainted, the last thought flashed in his mind: Damn, who is going to slap me?