Wang Xuanma surrendered and said, "Thank you, Liu Fang is right."
"where to talk"
Liu Fang is a face of please, saying, "When I was a great man, I took photos of the neighbors of Fang. Wang Daren was good at staying in Fang, and all the people were honored. Yuan military exercises are bound to be cheered by adults."
"Come and square the door!"
The marquis of Wu hurriedly pushed the Fang door creaking and suddenly a bright light came into view.
Although the gods have imposed a curfew, the square market is still lively, and there is constant noise in tea houses and restaurants along the street, and even children in the square run out of the alleys to fight.
Going …
A drunken quack was thrown out of a pub and fell asleep in the snow with a black face and a burp.
Liu Fang is a face of embarrassment. "We are famous for our good wine. Naturally, some people are busy and often patronize it, but the most famous is Miss Mo’s maid who runs Wuweifang. Unfortunately, after the great people resigned, it was cold and cheerless …"
Say a glaring at the marquis of Wu. "Go and move that fellow away early and freeze to death."
Wang Xuan smiled knowingly.
Suddenly, his wife, Mo Qingrou, often talks about the tide-watching meeting here.
There are gods here, and there are few fireworks and human feelings in the city …
The deepest part of Mojia House is relatively quiet. It is a three-way courtyard. At this moment, the courtyard is already brightly lit, and there are several maid pages carrying hot water to wash.
Everyone had already had a late dinner, so they asked people to serve hot tea and then took out a post.
"Son-in-law, this is uncle Li who sent a post to invite you to a dinner party. I have been waiting for a long time to hear you go to the East Palace before leaving …"
"This is a post sent by Taiyi Taoist Temple. I heard that the new visitor Hongyuan is a great friend of yours …"
"This is a post from Jinxiu Pavilion. Please discuss the flag system in the past …"
"This is a post sent by Tiantong Pavilion inviting you to attend the Treasure Appreciation Conference …"
Wang Xuan took over one by one is not surprised.
He will naturally have many things to do when he comes to God, except that his uncle plans to deal with all forces in the future.
However, after reading it, he frowned slightly. "Zhao Shibo didn’t send anyone?"
What he said is that Zhao Shibo once took care of Zhao Duwei because he lost his official position in Fucheng and came to Shendu to run business.
The letter said that all gods must conspire to get drunk.
Who knows that Mo Xun Chu’s face changed when he listened, and he said, "I was just about to say this."
"Just last night, when Li Xuanjia, assistant minister of the Ministry of Industry, gave a banquet, he suddenly died suddenly. The punishments sent someone to check that there was an assassin in the Southern Jin Dynasty, Mr. Zhao, and the assistant minister’s office was a guest. At this time, the punishments of the Ministry"
"Another southern Jin assassin?"
Wang Xuan said, "You should have found out after such a long time, haven’t you let people go yet?"
Mo Xun Chu wry smile way "found out that the southern Jin assassin is Mr. Zhao’s son-in-law …"
Chapter three hundred and sixteen God Dou Yun’s mysterious assassin case
The cell was dark and cold, and the torch flashed.
The thick bluestone walls of the corridor are inlaid with bronze symbols, which exude depression, coldness and sorrow, while vaguely groaning in pain behind the mysterious iron gate.
Several catching heads of punishments walked quickly into the first person’s face. It was Wang Xuan’s dead Jian Ka who had seen Qin catching heads.
"Ahem …"
Qin catching head suddenly stopped coughing with a handkerchief over his mouth, and then spread out a look of blood.
"Qin Tou, are you okay?"
Next to a few catching head asked with concern.
Qin Catcher shook his head, put away his handkerchief and said hoarsely, "Why don’t you practice and hurt your lung meridian?"
After that, I looked up at the iron gate in front. "Fight!"
Cheep ~
The heavy iron gate with sour teeth was hit by the head. An old man in it was dressed in a foreign official’s hair and his hands and feet were tied to the wall by chains.
It is the capital of the gods, Zhao Sicheng, who was once a captain of Zhao.