After hearing the rumor a while ago, I knew something from my ancestors. I knew that this thing might be a disaster, so I wanted to take the old man to avoid it. Who knows...

"Go and have a look." Qing Jin pointed at the desk with Shu and continued playing chess.

Zhong Mianli glanced at his old man, then reached out to take over, sat down at the desk without hesitation, saying that it was fake if he was not curious.

Uncle Li relaxed for two days and had recovered. However, it was still too incredible to think about it. The young lady was growing up little by little. There were indeed everything in this world.

"The ancestors are very talented." Qing Jin did not compliment, to be honest.

Old Man Zhong looked at the chessboard with patches and sighed: "Miss, the ancestors are not buried. I am not as good as my ancestors. But my boy may be able to fulfill the ancestors' destiny. I am very relieved to have a son when I am old. My father and I have continued to write some, but they cannot be written into a book, so I will give it to this boy at that time."

This is a recommendation to her. The talented people do not avoid relatives. Qing Jin looked at Zhong Mianli, who was buried in the book, and said, "I hope he will become a talent, why don't he take the scientific examinations over the years?" There is also a scientific examination every three years in Nanshu.

"If you can't do it, why not make a false name?"

"Mr. Zhong believes so much?" The old man is wise and open-minded.

"I believe in the man written by my ancestors. It's amazing. His descendants will not be bad." From hearing the rumors and then when she came to her, he was sure that he was a descendant of that man.

"It's soon, one or two years later, maybe faster." Being trusted is still the trust of almost gamblers. It seems that there are many people who are looking forward to the unification of the world.

"Dayuan." After reading that book, I realized that it was natural for her to choose Dayuan.

Qing Jin did not speak, nodded or shook his head. He just took advantage of the power of the Yuan Dynasty to create a prosperous era. In a short time, there would be no more Dayuan, Southern Shu, and Northern Ji in this world.

Zhong Mianli, who was busy reading the book, didn't hear anything they said at all. He was completely immersed in it and was attracted by the contents of the book.

"Miss." Nuanchun never came back and interrupted the game in the house, looking a little anxious.

Seeing someone's words and swallowed them to the point of his mouth, Qing Jin looked at the chess game and said, "Tell me."

Nuanchun no longer hesitated, but the two were not there. "Miss, something went wrong, and several people in each family disappeared inexplicably."

"Who?" Qing Jin stopped in the air with his hand and asked with his head turned around.

"Old man." He started quickly and ruthlessly, but he didn't expect his opponent to be so unscrupulous.

Without Nuanchun's details, Qing Jin also knew who she meant by the so-called old man, hey! She would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let one go. Fanyin, they are all from you in Nanshu.

"Uncle Li, have you done everything you have done?" This game depends on how you break it, Qing Jin will make a mistake.

Uncle Li hurriedly said, "It's all right, the lady is right."

"Go and do it." I wanted to keep it for the evening, and wait for the battle report first. Since that's the case, let's start.

Old Man Zhong seemed to have not heard what they said, just stared at the chess game, with a black chess in his hand, and smiled and touched his beard and said, "Miss, wonderful chess."

"Cheng Rang." When Lingnan was in a fire, Ya'er was injured and had no children, she was thinking about this person. When she got here, she would be the first to take surgery on him.

Uncle Li turned around and went out. Nuanchun was still waiting for Qingjin's arrangement. She lost people in the mansion. She might not notice it for a day or two, but what about thirty-five days? If those arrested really knew something, then the families would have been in trouble.

"Don't worry, you keep doing your business." The old man who could know these things would at least take the word "loyalty" and would not be so easy for the other party to get what he wanted. She knew very well why loyalty was, and she spared no effort to save her life.

This matter was also caused by her. If she could save her, she should do her best. If she couldn't, she could do nothing.

Another day is the evening. The streets of the royal city are particularly lively, with people coming and going, rushing to buy things, or visiting relatives and friends, and the children are even more smiling.

Although it was during the war, it could not stop the people's yearning for a better life. If you can have a good holiday, just celebrate it well.

However, the sound of the drum beats through the joy.

The sound of drums from the criminal department was urging. The official officer who had been unwilling to do official duties during the holidays had tidied up his clothes and hats in his heart, cursing in his heart, "At this time, nothing can be done slowly, and after this afternoon, it will be even more late."

But when they walked out of the yamen, they were frightened by the scene in front of them. Why did they have such a big deal? The old, young, men and women are all here. What's the big deal?

"Who is playing the drum?" The yamen runner asked at the top of his throat. Seeing that there were too many people, it was not easy to fool.

The people around him also came over slowly to watch the fun. God, so many people complained, what happened?

"Grassman!"

"Grass people"...

There were seven or eight answers in total, and they spoke in unison, making the old man pull the jaws of the yamen runners. What's going on? Looking at the yamen on duty.

"They all knocked on each other." The yamen had no choice but to report that it was the first time that such a thing happened to such a thing, so many people complained together.

Is this intentional? Unlucky, the yamen runner spitted, held the hilt of the knife at his waist with one hand, and pointed at them with the other, "Who are you going first?" The lord didn't know if he was in the hall now? He winked and asked another yamen runner beside him to take a look.

The person who was questioned knelt down at the same time, "Caomin and others sued the same person."

"Same person, wait, what's going on with you? What's going on with one person? Why do so many people beat the drum? Do you know that this drum is not beaten casually?" The yamen runner slapped his head, why did he celebrate the festival? He met such a group of fools.

Just entered

The yamen runs out and says in the ear of the yamen runner at the door: "Sir, if you have something to do, please ask first. If you are not a big deal, you will wait for the next evening."

The yamen runner suddenly became energetic, hey, this is an important task entrusted by the adults. I have never been so majestic. This day, I also let the newcomers see. This old man is different, "Go and move a chair."

When the chair came, the yamen runner walked up to him and sat down with a swagger, looking very arrogant, his attitude changed by 180 degrees, and he was very patient.

"Since you are suing the same person, then you will tell me one by one, who is suing him, and why do you sue him?" The yamen runner pretended to be serious and put on a gesture.

The people below didn't care whether it was the master or not. Anyway, it was the official office. The first person to speak was an old man, kneeling on the ground, and the voice was loud, "I beg you to make the decision on Caomin's poor granddaughter. You are only thirteen years old. That beast, Caomin lost his life today, and he will sue him..."

"Master, there is also a little girl. She is just fourteen years old this year. Before she could talk to her, she disappeared like this. She died so miserably. She is not as good as a beast. Master is making the decision for the grass people."

"My daughter, it's only eleven, that one who kills thousands of swords, is a dog who relies on his power. My poor daughter... Even if the civilian woman dies, she will not let him go if she is a ghost... Is there any other way to the king..."

In Zhuoran's opinion, he just played and did not kill anyone. They wanted to seek death. What does it have to do with him? Even if he killed him, what can they do? Complaint? Is there any evidence? Who believes it!

However, sometimes, even if such a thing accumulates bones and turns into ashes, the anger of the people is ignited, which is very terrible. Even Fenghua cannot protect him and dare not protect him.

Qing Jin never gives his opponent a chance to fight back when dealing with people. This time, Fenghua was reluctant to give up because in her heart, she was just a slave and was not worthy of being implicated by him, and she couldn't afford to spend too much money to save her.

"Young Master, what these people said is not true, right?" The person named Zhuo was really a beast, and he deserved it if he died ten thousand times.

Yue Jingming sighed, chopping off his right arm and causing the other party to get hurt. It was probably just the beginning. "I didn't expect that Dayuan's power has penetrated so deeply."

"Da Yuan? How did the young master know?" Xiao Yezi's ears were sharp, although the young master's voice was soft.

After making a gesture of banning sound, Xiao Yezi immediately covered her mouth and looked around, but fortunately, no one heard it.

Such a work is definitely not done by people who have had a feud. These ordinary people dare to give up their lives, because they are indeed angry, and because they have no worries, or have made arrangements at home, or have other promises.
Chapter completed!