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The night was light and silent.
After escorting him into Dali Temple, it was no accident that he ran into Pei Mu who had rushed over after hearing the sound.
Pei Mu is also good at watching dishes. From a distance, he can see Lu Jingye's air-conditioning, with a stern face that is darker than the night. As witty as he is, naturally he won't come to Lu Jingye to find trouble.
After saying hello, Pei Mu looked back and saw Yi Yang who was held up by several monks, "Prince Regent, this is?"
Su Changjin tilted his head and looked over, the folding fan gently slapped on his hand, "Yi Yang."
"The flower picker, Yi Yang?"
Pei Mu was really taken aback. He heard that this person committed crimes in several nearby cities recently, and today he actually met the real master at the hands of these two people.
"Prince Regent, Dali Temple only accepts clan cases and important criminal and prison cases. Although he has repeatedly committed crimes, he has never injured anyone. This kind of case is more suitable for the Gyeonggi Province..."
Su Changjin's complexion darkened.
Although both Beiming and Daqing respect strength, and women are naturally weak, it is inevitable that they will be labeled as a disadvantaged group. In fact, women are not given many rights.
But women's chastity is greater than the sky, and they are forced to have nowhere to complain. It is indeed difficult to have the courage to appeal for themselves under the general environment.
Pei Mu probably didn't mean anything else, the case committed by Yi Yang did not hurt his life, so it should be handed over to the Gyeonggi Province.
"The king naturally has a reason."
"You just lock him up, the king will pick him up in two days."
He is a majestic regent, so he naturally says what he says, and Pei Mu has no reason or right to speak up.
And King Muye, who had the power to supervise Dali Temple by order, also stood still at this moment indifferently, so Pei Mu could only nod his head and call to the guards beside him, "Take him down."
After all, he was just borrowing his cell for a few days, so he didn't need to be petty.
After sending him to Dali Temple, Su Changjin didn't stop for a moment, and parted ways with Lu Jingye immediately after leaving the door.
The two returned to the mansion with their own ghosts in their hearts.
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The next day, Mufu.
In this capital where every inch of land is expensive, and even in the center of Chang'an where every inch of land is precious, Mufu, as a merchant, can own a pavilion, which shows that the name of Mufu's richest man is not in vain.
Shen Qingliu was invited into the mansion, but his mood was still a little uncertain.
He shouldn't have come.
Mu Fusheng and Su Changjin have always been on good terms, there are many good talks in the capital about the beauty of the two men, he should not have listened to Chang Jin's words to see her, and he should not have gotten involved with these two.
Having made up his mind, Shen Qingliu picked up his sword and prepared to leave.
"Stay here, Hero Shen."
Outside the hall door, soft footsteps sounded, Shen Qingliu heard the reputation, but it was Mu Fusheng who walked in with slightly shaky footsteps, his face slightly pale.
He must have just woken up.
"Miss Mu, you just woke up and your body hasn't recovered yet, so you don't need to come out."
Seeing her pale face, Shen Qingliu shook the sword in his hand, his eyes swept across her body, and fell on the wooden board beside her.
"It's okay."
The maid Xiaotao frowned and wanted to say something, but was forced back by Mu Fusheng's eyes.
Although Mu Fusheng is a woman, she is the best among merchants in the world, and she is the only daughter of Mufu, and Mufu gradually became the richest man in the capital under her leadership.
It can be said that the deterrence that Mu Fusheng can bring to people is not weaker than that of men.
"I..." Shen Qingliu wanted to say something, but stopped talking.
"Jang Geum is a little worried about you, so he asked me to come and see you."
This is not an excuse, but it makes him feel that it is like using the name of others to achieve his own goals.
Mu Fusheng was slightly taken aback, then put on a decent smile in an instant, "Jang Geum, she has a heart."
how about you
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One update today, one more tomorrow.
Hey, don't blame, don't blame, good night~
(end of this chapter)