At that time, the Mangshan Army was trying to maintain order at the scene of picking up gold leaves and robbing white rice. Mr. Xie was nowhere to be found, and Mo Ye, Qiu Qingfeng and others jumped out of the circle one after another.
Only Wang Chong stood stupidly at the same place, his eyes kept looking at the direction where Young Master Lian and his party disappeared. His eyes are not bad, and he can naturally see the man in the brocade and colorful clothes. Isn't that ostentatious look the same as the prosperity
May I ask anyone in the city of Kyoto, even among the people whom King Chong has seen, who can wear such a flowery clothes so elegantly. For a long time, it has only been prosperous. And even if this person hides his face, it feels so similar!
"Hua'er—" King Chong's eyes were sentimentally attached, and there was even blood surging in it. He originally knew very well that Sheng Fanhua was in the secret room of the Prince's Mansion, and he was lifeless, receiving the recall technique of the Eight Doors to the Soul Array.
But the man in front of me is really too alike! If it weren't for the man who didn't look at him, so that he could not feel that blood is connected, King Chong would definitely believe that this person was prosperous and prosperous.
"Prince, there are too many people, so let's leave first." The guards were run by the crazy people, and they couldn't use force against these stubborn people, so they were rather passive.
"Hua'er—" King Chong was a little startled, and the guards saw that it was no way to go on like this, so they had to drive King Chong out of the crowd.
Mo Ye handled things extremely fast, and immediately ordered the shadow guards to search for clues in the direction where the group of people disappeared. He was looking at Queen Chong and ordered someone to report the case to the Criminal Ministry. Originally, this matter was related to the prince, so it should be handed over to the clan's mansion to handle it. But the current steward of the clan mansion is King Chong, and after the latter was investigated, there is no new Zongzheng taking office. Therefore, it is more appropriate to refer this case to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, although Li Lianhai is not a good case. But with Tian Shi Lang, an old man in the criminal ministry, I believe Li Lianhai can't cover the sky with his hands.
Mo Ye knew that King Chong was insane for the prosperity, but such a thing could never be forgiven. As for the assisting Qiu Qingfeng, because of the "Qiu Family Ghost Steps" performed by the latter, he could also see who came. But he also knew very well that Qiu Qingfeng was not for Sheng Qi, but for the hero to save the United States.
But in any case, Qiu's helped them today, although the result was a bit inexplicable. No one knows who the man in colorful clothes was who came out halfway and scattered the golden leaves all over the sky. It is precisely because of this that Mo Ye still can't feel at ease. Especially Sheng Qi, who was still lying in a bad state in the mansion, did not know what would happen if the latter woke up and knew that Yun Ling's whereabouts was unknown...
Then the three parties came to an end in a tacit agreement, and each did not say hello.
When Fang returned to the Qiu's Villa, Qiu Qingfeng went to see Qiu Zuotang with Mr. Mo.
"What? Things were going badly?" Qiu Zuotang was cutting the plum blossoms. Seeing the two returning, he looked quite thoughtful and asked immediately.
"Does Dad recognize me Dasheng, there is also a son who likes to wear colorful clothes, and will take dozens of women in Tsing Yi on the trip?" Qiu Qingfeng knew that Qiu Zuotang often went north and south, seeing and hearing far above him, so this is the reason Asked.
"Huh?" Qiu Zuotang was asked in a daze.
Qiuqing's style knew that he didn't say it in detail, and only then did he clearly describe the man in colorful clothes he met today.
Qiu Zuotang listened to the words and put down the big scissors in his hand, and motioned Qiu Qingfeng and Mo Lao to sit down at the tea seat aside.
"What are scattered all over the sky are real golden leaves?" Qiu Zuotang's focus is surprisingly the same as that of Yun Ling.
"It should be all real. It's not clear whether it is mixed with some fake ones." Qiu Qingfeng is actually a little skeptical, because if they are all real golden leaves, it must be done by someone with a family background.
"If it's all true, I'm afraid it's not my prosperous person." Qiu Zuotang asserted.
Qiu Qingfeng thought about it for a while, and agreed: "Yes, as far as Dasheng is concerned, my Qiu family can be regarded as the richest family. But even with the wealth of my Qiu family, it is impossible to disperse so much real money. The leaves go out. If you need this effect, you only need to mix one-two-tenths of real gold leaves, and the rest can be changed to gilt gold."
"Then what country do you infer?" Qiu Zuotang's way of cultivating Qiu Qingfeng has always been based on allowing him to think more comprehensively.
"Daqi." Qiu Qingfeng judged and explained: "The people of Daqi are similar to my Dasheng people, and their lives are similar. But Daqi has a vast territory, rich domestic merchants, and famous families. rich."
"Not bad." Qiu Zuotang nodded, and added a little more: "Now that I am in turmoil, the one who can come to my grand capital at this moment is most likely a member of the Daqi royal family. If this is the case, then the problem is not. Ordinary and decisive. Be sure to check as soon as possible to determine the identity of the visitor."
"My boy understands, so I will retreat and investigate this matter." Even if Qiu Zuotang didn't order, he would check it out for the sake of Yun Lingqiu Qingfeng. But after Qiu Zuotang got the lead here, he would be more eye-catching to find out.
"Lao Mo is also working hard today, let's go and rest." Qiu Zuotang could see that Mo was also a little tired. He also knew the so-called Mr. Xie was extraordinary, so he asked Mo to rest first.
"The older the old man is, the more useless it is. It's just that the years are not forgiving." Old Mo was quite sighing.
Qiu Zuotang could hear the retreat in Mo Lao's words, and he knew that the latter was not unwilling to work for the Qiu clan, but because of the enchanting face in recent days, that's why he gave birth to such thoughts.
"Mr Mo should know that this practice is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. These years, our villa has been too comfortable." Qiu Zuotang said profoundly.
Hearing this, Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows and fisted and said: "I understand, thank the owner for waking up."
It turned out that after listening to Qiu Zuotang's words, Old Mo found that he was slack in his frustration with Mr. Xie. After all, I always think that it is impossible to win this person anyway, and he is an older person, so why bother to fight for the better. However, the true practice of seeking advancement requires more or less a spirit of striving for strength in order to have the fighting spirit to a higher level.
"Go." Qiu Zuotang picked up the big scissors again and began to play with his plum.
Old Mo then dispersed, but Qiu Zuotang stopped his movements and seemed to mutter: "The woman in Qingyi is very light. This is strange. If it is a woman in pink, there will be one. Is this person also giving birth to a child? Now? My son thinks that the girl in pink clothes should be responsive, so he puts on Tsing Yi?"
Qiu Zuotang shook his head, seeming to be immersed in some past events. It took a long time before he put down the scissors again, folded back and went back to the room.
When it was Yehai, Yunling couldn't sleep on either side. He got up and put on his clothes, quietly opened the door and went out. Seeing light snow sprinkled outside the house, there was a clear sky and a bright moon.
"I know you can't sleep." Young Master Lian's voice came from above, and Yun Ling walked into the yard and looked on the roof. I saw the young man in brocade, under the bright moon like an immortal volley, and the cold wind blew his clothes, giving birth to a somewhat detached and ethereal beauty.