Two days later, in the evening, the blazing sun faded away, and a sedan car was carried swayingly along the road.
"Quick, quicker."
Mr. Song opened the curtain and urged the bearer eagerly.
He is dodging, he doesn't walk on the road, and he is next to the wall, just like a thief.
The weather was too stuffy, there was no wind at all, and the sedan chair was like a steamer.
Mr. Song was in a cold sweat, and his face gradually turned blue, as if he was going to the execution ground, and he was twitching his beard nervously. Suddenly, the sedan chair jolted and fell steadily to the ground.
"The place you said is here, Mr. Song." The bearer reminded cautiously.
Mr. Song took a long breath, his hands and feet stiffened when he stepped out of the sedan chair.
He looked up at the obvious scratches from the ladder on the courtyard wall of this mansion, and his expression became even more uncomfortable. After touching his sleeves for a long time, he took out the invitation letter and gift list, and walked to the door tremblingly.
The door frame of the mansion was empty.
- The one that was smashed by the yamen was carried away, and the new one was just brought from the carpenter's shop today.
The door opened wide, and it was Mr. Song's luck: on weekdays, he would knock on the door for a long time, and there would be no movement inside.
At this moment, Mr. Song did not dare to take Qiao, and steward Fu died inexplicably, and even Zuo couldn't find out the slightest abnormality. This disaster he caused had to be his own.
"Dare to ask a few... This is Chen's house?"
In the documents found by the government, Chen He's name was written on the deed of the house, and the identity of the place of origin was of course forged, but this made Chen Zhen suspicious: who would honestly put the real house What about the owner's name
Coincidentally, Yuzhou magic cultivators also thought so.
It's just a house deed, and the devil wrote his junior brother just right - this is very common. It's not that the monks can't make up random things, but it's easy to forget what they filled in blindly. I heard that what the Venerable Qingzhou Tunyue wrote was his dog. name.
Ordinary people don't have plaques hanging at the door of their homes. If they want to ask the owner, it is very common to go to the door to inquire.
But what can a mortal do here
The magic cultivators didn't even look at them, and said gruffly, "You're wrong, let's go!"
The smile on Mr. Song's face froze, but fortunately, he was prepared to have a closed door. If this is a place where some powerful person raises the dead, and there is a big secret, of course he won't pay attention to outsiders.
"That's why I made a mistake and asked the master to not be named Chen? A few days ago, the people under my command didn't know anything, and they were offended. I came here to apologize, and I hope Haihan."
Having said that, Mr. Song respectfully handed over the invitation.
None of the magic cultivators spoke to each other, and they lived on their own.
Mr. Song is getting old, and he can't bear to bend over like this for a while. He is very angry, but he can't do anything about it.
Just at this time, Tong Xiaozhen came back from the outside with a spring breeze on his face. The Central Plains did not have the rich products of the East China Sea and the vastness of elixir, but the victory was that there were many monks. Just squat... cough, if you sell something, it will be worth the income of the previous month.
He caught a glimpse of the situation at the door, and suddenly wondered: "What's going on?"
Mr. Song thought that these "gatekeepers" should at least describe his origins, but he didn't expect the gate repairers to retort angrily: "This old man ran and talked a lot on his own, how do we know? "
Mr. Song almost didn't hold back the expression on his face.
Annoying the old man? !
These warriors are so rude!
Tong Xiaozhen was a monk from the East China Sea, so I can't say anything here. Although Jindan period's cultivation base is not bad, in a Demon Venerable's mansion, the foundation building is only worth sweeping the floor.
Although none of the monks in front of him had a higher cultivation level than Tong Xiaozhen, he still touched his nose and left.
How could Mr. Song let go of this "young man" who seemed like a good talker, and hurriedly stepped forward: "Please let me know, let's just say that Yunzhou's old friend has come to apologize."
"Yunzhou?"
Tong Xiaozhen was surprised, and felt that Mr. Song was looking for the wrong place: "There is no old friend of yours here, go to the neighbors to find out and find someone."
It just so happened that the magic cultivators also installed the gate firmly.
They slammed the door shut in front of Mr. Song, almost hitting Mr. Song's nose.
The bearer standing in the distance laughed secretly.
Mr. Song was so angry that he could not attack.
The door suddenly reopened with a hoot, and Mr. Song was refreshed and was about to speak—
"Yes, the door is solid this time."
The person who opened the door said with satisfaction, and slammed the door shut again.
"… "
It was already a hot day, and Mr. Song was stuffy in the sedan chair for a long time. Now he was shaking with anger, his blood was surging, his whole body was shaking, and he almost fell over.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the bearer hurried over to help.
Mr. Song didn't want to run this trip at first, but was frightened by the death of Manager Fu, so he took the risk and came over because of helplessness. He didn't expect the danger to be encountered, but he almost turned his back.
Seeing that there is no drama today, he just fainted and let the bearers carry them back.
There was a commotion at the door, a carriage was parked across the street, and a hidden angry voice came from the curtain: "Let's go."
The coachman responded respectfully, raising his whip to drive the horses away.
The person sitting in the car was Chen Zhen.
The death of Guanshi Fu is unclear. Chen Zhen guessed that it was the hand that moved here. He could not afford to offend such a powerful force behind him for the time being, but he wanted him to take down his face to apologize, especially to Chen He. It's something you don't even think about.
The yamen came to check on the corvée, which was nothing at all.
At this moment, seeing "the concierge" humiliating Mr. Song like this, Chen Zhen felt more and more that it was impossible for him to be reported to the powerful and powerful people behind this force. The one who wanted to get along with him must be Chen He.
—It must be the child who hates himself.
Chen Zhen even thought of another aristocratic family in Yunzhou that he had married to, and wondered which dignitaries in the court they had served? Is it possible to peel off the cocoon and find out the truth here
The carriage suddenly jolted heavily, and Chen Zhen was about to reprimand, when he stretched out his head and looked at it, he was stunned for a moment.
The whole carriage was dragged by a burly man, who dragged the carriage across the street abruptly, and the driver was thrown all the way.
After striding to the gate of the mansion, the big man turned the carriage over and shook it, literally "upside down" Chen Zhen out, and then raised his palms the size of a palm fan, one in each hand, like a chicken, to pretend to be dizzy Song. The husband mentioned it to Chen Zhen, who had fallen, and Shi Shiran entered the door.
The bearers were so frightened that they couldn't move, watching the gates close.
The coachman was Chen Zhen's trusted servant. He wanted to shout, but when he saw the completely broken carriage, he shivered.
"Quick, call someone in the yamen."
After the coachman finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. He had heard about the death of Manager Fu.
Chen Zhen and Mr. Song kept their mouths shut, but they couldn't hold back the broken mouths of those yamen. This mansion was unusual, and the driver also knew that he was so anxious to follow the ants on the hot pot that they would only turn around.
"Forget it, don't go, let's... just wait here!"
The coachman grinned and touched the bruise that fell from his body. In short, he did not believe that someone dared to openly kill the governor of a county, and no dignitary could do such a thing.
Let's say that Chen Zhen and Mr. Song were held in the hands of the big man, and after a while, they rolled their eyes in anger.
"Irregular!"
The two fell heavily on the ground, and Mr. Song couldn't get up directly.
The burly man was expressionless, and when he saw that the two were still, he stretched out his huge palm to grab it.
Chen Zhen hurriedly avoided, Mr. Song was weak and was picked up from the ground again.
"Master wants to see you." The burly man said without emotion.
He is very strange, his eyes are straight, and his voice seems to pop out of his mouth every word.
At the same time, there were a few more people around who looked like maids and family members. Qi Qi raised their hands and pointed Mr. Chen Zhensong in the direction. This strange scene made Mr. Song shudder.
Chen Zhen looked around and saw some people standing in twos and threes in the distance, but they were just staring at himself, as if they were watching the excitement.
He had never suffered such humiliation in his half-life, Chen Zhen was so angry that his eyes darkened, but when he caught sight of Mr. Song being carried by the burly man, he wisely chose to go in that direction.
This is a large mansion with four entrances. For ordinary people, it really takes up a lot of land, but compared with the county governor, it is nothing.
The garden is overgrown with weeds, and the flowers and trees are sparse.
It can be seen that no one takes care of it at all. Some courtyard walls are covered with moss and no one has removed them. There is a layer of dust on the eaves and railings. No one's servants will be lazy like this.
Chen Zhen frowned more and more tightly, and after walking around a row of houses in the west wing, he finally saw Chen He under a pine tree.
Seeing them coming, Chen He didn't move, and those who followed Chen Zhen immediately dispersed silently and stood around.
One of them took out the invitation letter and gift list directly from Mr. Song's sleeve.
The action is very rude, and the pockets in the sleeves are torn.
"you you… "
Mr. Song's lips were trembling, trying to break free from the big man's hands: "It's really humiliating to the gentleman, what a decency!"
Chen He threw the book in his hand on the stone table and took the gift list found by the puppet.
- He didn't want to be seen by too many people about the Chen family. Shi Feng kept all the puppets he made, and with Chen He's cultivation, most of them can be driven at will.
The gift list in Chen He's hand is not long, but it is a precious thing in the eyes of mortals.
Gold and silver ornaments, ginseng deer antler, pearl wine, and a few swords made by famous artists were added.
It looks like a generous gift, but in fact, it is something that the truly powerful people don't look down on. Ancient calligraphy and painting books are rare objects in the officialdom.
A sneer appeared on Chen He's lips, and he knew it very well. Chen Junshou and this staff treated themselves as warriors with no vision.
Gold and silver, the most tacky things, are just added to the gift list. What kind of incense burner, golden plate, golden bowl and golden water basin—it doesn’t say anything about style and taste, just pick the biggest and the heaviest and bring it out to fool people.
Chen He threw it away and lost the gift list, and his eyes fell on the signature of the invitation.
"...An old friend of Yunzhou?"
Chen He sneered, and the post was turned into fly ash in his hands.
Chen Zhen was stunned, while Mr. Song was startled.
"Your fortunate steward is from Wanteng County, Yunzhou?"
Chen He didn't let them sit down, nor did he have the habit of serving tea, so he asked unceremoniously.
He checked it carefully for two days, but he still didn't find any secrets he didn't know.
Chen Zhen's face was calm.
Mr. Song had relieved his anger, and he said disapprovingly: "Chen... Young Master Chen, everyone is dead, you are so unrelenting, the people behind you know, I'm afraid it's not good."
Chen He raised his eyebrows slightly: "The person behind me?"
Mr. Song thought that he had caught the handle, and it was all Chen He's own opinion.
"It's normal for young people to be very popular. If Chen Xiaogong is willing to accept this gift list, the previous thing will not have happened. The old man doesn't want to interfere with the affairs of the Lord, and Chen Xiaogong does not want his own deeds to spread to—"
He pointed to the sky, which is the habit of people in the officialdom, referring to the great man in the court, or the emperor.
"In the ears of your master!"
Chen He's eyes followed his fingers to the sky, and then—
"Hahaha."
He burst out laughing, his eyes filled with indescribable pleasure.
Such unscrupulous and unscrupulous publicity, like everything in the world, is not enough.