"Chang Shi...Ouyang Lianghan...that gentleman who is famous all over the world?" She couldn't help blurting out: "Zhou Bang is happy, does the army have a good man?"

"Yes, that's him."

Pei Shisanniang was very satisfied with Huang Xuan's reaction, but the little girl suddenly raised her head and asked again, which almost stumped her.

"Then why did he talk about eldest lady and why he kept a low profile... Could it be that he didn't want to publicize it? Wouldn't it be good for me and dad to publicize it?"

Pei Shisanniang couldn't help but take another look at the little girl whose mind was spinning very fast, and suddenly smiled:

"This... this is what makes him a real sage. Think about it, isn't this because he is afraid that you and Brother Huang will feel guilty? What can you repay him if you are so poor? He doesn't care about this at all, so why bother to burden you? Just say yes

The noble daughter of the royal palace likes red leaves and doesn't mention herself at all, covering up the reason why she drew her sword to help when the road was rough..."

The noble lady sighed: "Now that I have the opportunity, I can let you go and toast me with a toast of thanks. I won't find it troublesome, right? Are you a rude person who knows a favor but doesn't repay it?"

Huang Xuan and Huang Feihong fell silent immediately, as if what they said made sense, and their eyes hesitated... At this time, a house deed was pushed in front of their father and daughter.

Pei Sanniang pressed the house deed with her hand, looked at them, smiled and said nothing.

Huang Feihong touched the red lacquered tables and stools around him on his left and right, feeling somewhat reluctant to part with them.

He quietly turned his head to look at his daughter.

"What did Brother Huang say?" Pei Shisanniang asked.

Huang Feihong scratched his head in embarrassment: "Listen to Xiaoxuan, she has the final say and the final say on matters like this in our family."

Pei Sanniang was stunned for a moment, smiled sweetly, and looked at the little girl in the red coat who was silent. She found the relationship between father and daughter more and more interesting, especially this daughter.

The style of father and daughter, one is reckless and casual, the other is careful and self-disciplined, but the daughter looks like a parent.

Huang Xuan and her father looked at each other and saw the hesitation in his eyes.

She suddenly looked around.

This luxurious new house owned by Mr. Li is located at the corner of the street. It is brightly lit day and night, and candles seem to be free. Huang Xuan has passed by here countless times, and every time she drags her legs and feet back, and her body is full of grievances.

A dark and cramped courtyard.

She remembered that Yuan Li's maternal wife also had a little daughter about the same age as her. She was well-dressed and well-dressed, and she had servants when traveling. Huang Xuan often followed the crowds in the neighborhood to watch, huddled in an inconspicuous corner of the crowd and watched silently.

Right now, the deed of the house that she had looked up to countless times was quietly placed in front of her.

Huang Xuan raised her head:

"Landlord Chen is offering two years of rent-free rent. Don't evict the other tenants. Keep everything as before and let those mother-in-law and uncles continue to live there, okay? Madam, my mother-in-law and uncle are very nice people. This is also a good deed."

Hearing the unexpected conditions, Pei Shisanniang raised her eyelashes, but immediately her smile became even wider:

"It doesn't matter. The house belongs to you and your daughter. It's up to you to arrange it. Come on, let's discuss the toast tomorrow..."

During the default listening period, Huang Xuan touched the money bag in her arms again.

The handsome face of a young man with a felt hat flashed before his eyes...it turned out that he was the noble one.

"Tomorrow at noon...Xunyang Tower...you two will be there on time...don't worry, the noble lady will come too..."

Not long after, after the negotiation was concluded, Pei Shisanniang left the Huang family and her daughter behind and left with satisfaction.

Board the luxurious carriage and leave the dilapidated alley.

When passing by the alley, she suddenly saw a strange Taoist priest standing on the street, carrying a mahogany sword. For some reason, he did not have a crown, his hair was disheveled, his robes were messy, but he had a paralyzed face.

The Taoist priest watched her carriage pass by in silence with no expression on his face.

Pei Shisanniang looked at it, put down the car curtain, shook her head and muttered:

"This old town of Xingzifang is really messy and full of mud and sand. It is not as tidy as the neighborhoods in Yangzhou, so... the slave family is really doing good things, Mr. Changshi."

The wheels rolled, ran over the muddy ground in the dilapidated alley, and drove away.

Lu Ya watched the lady's luxurious carriage drive away, then turned to look in the direction of the Huang family and his daughter who had just received a new house.

…

The next day, Ouyang Rong went out as usual.

I had a day off yesterday and I feel refreshed and motivated to go to work today.

Well, it’s more comfortable to work part-time than to go shopping with a woman. Let’s just say it’s a cult.

In the morning, he arrived at Hanlei Ink Studio on time, and the figure of a cold and cold girl in palace attire was still there, pursuing and investigating the theft of fifty Hanlei ink tablets.

Ouyang Rong walked around, greeted Yan Liulang, who was cooperating in the investigation, and asked about the case.

Yan Liulang looked serious, shook his head and said:

"There are no clues. The ink ingots seem to have disappeared out of thin air. All links have been checked, and all the people who have come into contact have been checked one by one. Unless the boss is called a thief, or everyone lies and has never produced this batch of ink, otherwise it is a low-level job.

I really can’t imagine how I could disappear.”

After hesitating for a moment, he added: "In the Ming Dynasty, although it is a small case and no one was killed, I have never seen such a bizarre case since I started working as a police officer."

Ouyang Rong raised his eyebrows, feeling a little strange in his heart.

It was clear that the thief could not be found, which helped him, the "owner of Dielianhua," hide, but he was very curious about the method of committing the crime.

By the way, who did it? If you can do it without being noticed, could it be the work of a craftsman?

But during these days, the little guy was punished with a "belly bag" to think about his mistakes, and he had to spend every day in the sword box with the two trophies it captured.

Ouyang Rong nodded. The monk held an umbrella and was lawless. He had to taste the consequences of his actions. He couldn't be the only sword master to pay for it afterwards and be known as a pervert?

In the future, if it dares to bring any messy things home, it will have to consider whether its sword box nest can be accommodated.

Anyway, it shouldn’t have been done by the craftsmen in Guan Xiaoheiwu. Besides, where could the fifty ink sticks be hidden?

Seeing that nothing happened and Rong Zhen was cold and indifferent, Ouyang Rong left first.

Rong Zhen sent someone away and turned around and walked into the stolen warehouse.

After wandering around a pile of Han Lei ink tablets for two times, she suddenly stopped, lowered her eyelashes and said to herself:

"Eliminating all possible truths leaves only the impossible.

"Why don't you be bold? Maybe it's not man-made, so there's no 'popularity' left. Then what kind of thing can make fifty ink sticks disappear out of thin air without leaving any breath? Could it be...eating it?

Really? Haha, interesting.
Chapter completed!