Zheng Jingfeng was at war between heaven and man, and he didn't know what to say to Luo Wei.
After a while, the courtyard wall of Zheng's house collapsed, and the fire began to spread to the neighbor's house.
"Young Master," Long Shi came back with an infant in his arms.
"Is this your family?" Rowe took the baby and held it in his hands, "What happened, he can still sleep."
Zheng Jingfeng almost cried, but only looked at Long Shi.
Long Shi then said, "Sorry, let's go in, only he is hidden by the well platform."
Rowe said, "Anyone else alive?"
"Yes," Long Shi said.
If Zheng Jingfeng hadn't leaned against the wall, he would have fallen to the ground.
Luo Wei looked at him coldly. He knew that Zheng Shangshu in the previous life was a dutiful son, a virtuous man, a loving father, and a good brother. In short, he was a person who valued family affection. This was his strength and also his weakness. "Who is he from you?" Luo Wei asked Zheng Jingfeng, who lost his mind while holding the baby.
"Young son," Zheng Jingfeng spat out two words.
"Master," Eleven people also came back at this time. They brought a corpse and shook their heads at Rowe.
"What are you doing when you come back with a dead man?" Rovelli frowned slightly.
Thirteen squatted down and took off the coat on the corpse. Inside, it was the official uniform of the Yuzhou government office.
"It seems that they are still in a hurry," Luo Wei glanced, then turned his head away, stopped looking, and said to Zheng Jingfeng: "Our prefect is also afraid? Maybe they made an appointment like this from the beginning. ."
Zheng Jingfeng knew Long Xuan's rules, whoever made a mistake would be killed. Could it be that they really can't wait? They don't believe in their loyalty? Is this really killing people, not Rowe
Luo Wei closed the window and said to Zheng Jingfeng, "Only the dead can keep secrets, your master only believes this."
The sound of buildings collapsing, people crying helplessly, and thick smoke billowing from the windows, the street was shrouded in a sea of flames.
Luo Wei carefully hugged the sleeping baby, "Mr. Zheng, his life is at the moment of Mr.'s thought."
Zheng Jingfeng was afraid that Luo Wei would kill his youngest son, who was the only one in his Zheng family. "Can you let my father and son live?" He asked Luo Wei.
"I try my best," Rowe said. "How can there be absolutes in this world?"
"There is no physical evidence," Zheng Jingfeng said again.
Luo Wei smiled and said: "There are still three caves in the sly rabbit. How can a person as smart and cautious as Mr. only have this place to put things?"
Zheng Jingfeng said, "What if I'm just a fool?"
Luo Wei took a few steps closer to Zheng Jingfeng, and the smile on his face was extraordinarily gentle, "Sir, don't gamble with me, if you do nothing to me, then I don't mind doing your master a favor."
Zheng Jingfeng said coldly, "Young Master doesn't want to solve the case?"
"I think," said Rowe, "but I never force it. If my husband can't help me, I'll be better than others. If I know about the existence of my husband, I will naturally know about others, right?"
"Young master, I don't know, there are still people guarding me."
"Oh, Famous Sword Villa? They are all dead."
Zheng Jingfeng was helpless, this Luo Wei knew everything, so he had no choice. He asked for the glory of his own life and his family, but his family, except for the youngest son who was still in swaddling, died, and even lost his life. What glory is there to talk about? Now he is no longer seeking glory, but only life.