Autumn is coming soon, and although there is still the residual heat of autumn, the weather is much cooler than before, and there is wind in the morning and evening.
It was already evening, and the dark green clouds on the sky were thickly piled together.
The black clouds were like a huge fish bone lying in the middle.
Inside the old house in Saijing Hutong, Beijing, a man hurriedly came out and opened the door.
After looking around, , waving to the stall selling cold fruits opposite: "Put some in."
The vendor smiled as he quickly took out a bowl and asked, "Is it enough?"
"Not enough."
Zou Qing frowned, and his not-so-good-looking face looked even more mean and gloomy: "I want a bucket, bring it in."
He threw a piece of silver down as if giving alms.
The vendor's eyes widened.
He had never seen people buying things like this.
He didn't know how to react for a moment, but his body was much faster than his brain.
By the time he reacted, he had already rushed forward and grabbed the silver coin.
With it in hand, he smiled more sincerely: "Okay."
Zou Qing watched him carrying a load through the door.
He called a few servants to unload the load, and then waved him away.
It seemed that they were not going to give up the burden, but the vendor didn't care at all.
This ingot of silver was at least twenty taels.
This much silver was enough for their family to live for a year, so why not do it?
It was just a carrying pole, and he happily ran away immediately for fear that people would regret it.
Zou Qing sneered and asked the servants who described him as a bit embarrassed and in a hurry: "Carry it, let's go, just say that we are here to sell cool fruits in the city."
There are a lot of firewood, fans and other things lying scattered in the yard.
It can be seen that they were all bought from the sellers and the guys who were eating.
The people below wiped their mouths, said nothing, kowtowed respectfully to him a few times, and then quickly found someone to carry on their backs.
Zou Qing dismissed them, walked up the steps and passed through the flower hall without any pretense.
He went to the small side hall next to him, knocked on the door and waited respectfully outside.
There was a leisurely laugh from inside, and he knew he could get in.
He opened the door carefully, smiled, bent forward and whispered back: "It's done.
Those people should be able to leave the city before tonight." ” A man's chuckle came from above, and then Zou Qing raised his head and bowed respectfully to Jiang Songwen who was sitting above him: "Master, please don't worry."
Jiang Songwen waved his hand and sneered: "I'll leave it to you to do anything you don't worry about.
If you don't handle it well, I'll take your head.
Anyway, you can weigh it yourself and decide whether the head is more important or the other side." important."
Unlike his father Jiang Zining, Jiang Songwen has always been pampered and pampered.
He was born into a noble family.
He has never suffered any setbacks and looks very wealthy.
Everything he wore and carried in his hands were of extraordinary quality, and one could tell at a glance that they were of great value.
When Zou Qing faced him, he had no temper at all and was as honest as a cat.
After all, he is the son of Lord Chief Assistant, so of course he must take good care of him.
Otherwise, as he said himself, if he is not careful, he will lose his life without even knowing it.
There was a young man sitting opposite Jiang Songwen.
He looked very young.
Seeing him looking like a powerful enemy, he couldn't help but laugh: "Well, Zou Qing is reliable.
I wish I had such a confidant." , but you scare him like this all the time."
Jiang Songwen snorted, raised his hand and dropped a chess piece.
He looked at the young man and shook his head: "You don't know, if you don't keep an eye on the people below, you don't know when they will be killed."
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What a scam.
They are all monkeys who only blame others for everything and don’t do their job at all.”
The man smiled and said nothing, knowing that he was talking about the assassination of Wei An this time.
When Jiang Songwen didn't look angry anymore, he managed to interrupt: "No wonder they, the matter is urgent, they can do this without giving It is very rare for Shen Chen and Wei An to leave any clues. " Jiang Songwen didn't mean to loosen his brows.
He sneered and his tone became a little cold: "What's the use of saying this?
In the end, no one died.
Everything was done for them.
They gave people what they wanted.
The money was given, but they made things like this.
If Wei An is not dead, then things will be troublesome. " If Wei An dies, Shen Chen will probably be destroyed as well.
For so long, others couldn't see it, but he saw what Shen Chen did for Wei An.
Holding and protecting her, she was afraid that something might happen to her sweetheart, her fiancée, and she even took extra care and love for her family.
None of Old Mrs.
Wei and the others had received favor from Shen Chen.
If Wei An is killed, I'm sure Shen Chen won't be in the mood to investigate what happened next.
But now that Wei An is not dead, but just seriously injured, what happens after that will be a bit troublesome.
With Shen Chen's temperament, anyone who dares to touch the person he cares about is tantamount to a slap in the face, and he can't bear it.
Thinking like this, his mood became very bad.
He knew very well what kind of person Shen Chen was.
If he calmed down and found out some clues from the Ministry of Works, it would be difficult for anyone to do so.
Being an enemy with Shen Chen is really not a happy thing.
As soon as he showed such a gloomy expression, Zou Qing next to him lowered his eyebrows in fear and folded his hands in front of him, not daring to move.
Jiang Songwen's father was different.
He would kill people at every turn.
The master was a master, but he was different from the other masters.
He didn't value education or others.
He only valued the word "profit".
After so many years in the Ministry of Industry, he was different from his father who was diligent and unambiguous in what he should do, and that's why there were so many troubles.
And his temper is really not good.
"Is there any movement over there?"
After a long time, perhaps because of the presence of this young man, Jiang Songwen did not let the atmosphere become too rigid.
After waiting for a long time, he finally said: "Have someone keep an eye on you?"
Zou Qing breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, lowered his head and said respectfully: "I haven't seen any movement yet.
I heard from the people inside that the princess is probably seriously injured this time.
The Marquis is guarding her every day." ", he has never left even an inch.
Even when I was looking for him in the palace a few days ago, he stayed for an entire afternoon and then left the palace immediately.
He still went to the palace to guard the princess."
Jiang Songwen's frown relaxed a little, he sneered, and said with a bit of disdain and a bit of sarcasm: "It's really difficult for him, and he still hasn't forgotten his sweetheart
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