Changsun Hong smiled and said, "Is that boy from the Mo family? His family runs a pawn shop and is rich and powerful, but you are not bad either. There are so many guards, what are you afraid of if he does?"

Li Wu stamped his feet and shouted, "It's not him, it's another one!"

He was furious, but couldn't tell which one it was. Li Wen, who was the eldest brother, calmed down and added: "It's the one who wears white clothes and knows how to fist and foot skills."

Changsun Hong thought about it, recalled Chen Yulai, so he nodded: "I remember, his Changquan is good, so what? Your guard can't beat him?"

Li Wendao: "Of course you are not afraid of fighting, but we dare not fight those who brought him."

Oh? There are three people in this state who are afraid of?

Changsun Hong smiled curiously: "Who? Isn't it the county magistrate?"

Li Chongjin, the little fat man, plucked his cheeks and said angrily: "Of course not, but it's not much different. He is from the magistrate's yamen!"

A person from the prefectural yamen?

Changsun Hong was shocked. Except for the Japanese storm that Li Jie had met the Grandmaster of Hezhou when he summoned him after the Japanese storm, he had never even called the local supreme commander. Why did the people in the magistrate's yamen come?

Could it be that the boy in white clothes has an association with the governor's ruling office? Or the son of an official in it?

This is a bit troublesome. The so-called people do not fight against officials, and poor do not fight against rich people. This has been the case since ancient times. If you get entangled with these people, you will have to squeeze out all your wealth and then put people in jail and finish your life.

After thinking for a while, Changsun Hong said to the dog, "You go back first and get a letter from me in the drawer under the big cabinet in Ruifuxiang's account room, and then wait for me outside the Li family. If I haven't come out for an hour, you can take that letter to the magistrate. Remember!"

His expression was serious and his expression was so majestic that the dog became nervous. He wanted to ask, but Changsun Hong had already left with the three brothers, so he had to grit his teeth and go back to get the letter.

The stone street said it was not long or short. It was so short that several people were sweating. Then they quickly came to the Li family slowly. When they arrived at the entrance of the alley, they found two casual men standing in front of the door, looking around.

When several people arrived at the door of Li's house, they were drunk by the two. After asking who were the people who lived here, they put a few people in. They kept glanced at them, and were very alert.

Li Wen whispered to the others: "The assassins at the literary meeting have not yet been caught behind the scenes. A few days ago, several heads were placed at the prefecture yamen. The city was in a panic and the people were searching the streets. It was very fierce!"

Changsun Hong also heard about this, but after hearing it, he heard it. It had nothing to do with him and didn't take it seriously. When it was connected, he felt that people were trying to stay outside, and inside were probably really people in the government.

It's a bit tricky, Changsun Hong said sadly.

I walked in with my teeth and walked past the two doors. The main hall was facing me. The courtyard was wide and the main hall was also grand. It was as big as three or four rooms, with blue bricks, black tiles, carved beams and painted buildings, and several large pillars that could not be held by one person stood in front, and were shiny in the dark, and each part showed the wealth of the wealthy family.

A portrait of Taizu was hung in the main hall, lifelike. On the desk cabinet were the sculptures of Guanyin, offering fresh fruits. Two ring chairs below were placed in the middle, looking at each other through the Eight Immortals table, with several round stools on both sides resting in turn, with the blue brick floor, and cleaned spotlessly.

Before we could get through the threshold, two casual men at the entrance of the main hall reached out to stop him. They looked like they were mostly unwrapped.

"That's my child and the young man from the Changsun family that the noble man wants to meet. He is not a bad person." The voice of Li's mistress Li's wife came from the house, a little panic.

A slightly fat man in a brocade robe walked out, looked at the four people, waved his hand, and the two soldiers put down their hands.

"Mrs. The nobleman in the Li family is precious and can't make any mistakes. If there is something to offend, I hope to let him go." The slightly fat man turned around and bowed to Li. The range was not large, and his tone was also stiff. He said something about apologizing, but he had no intention of apologizing.

Li hurriedly replied to Fu, and said in a hurry: "What are the official words? The noble man has come here, my family is full of glory, please feel free to do it."

The man raised his lips slightly with satisfaction, with a look of "You know your identity" and reached out to make a gesture of invitation: "Since that's the case, please avoid the lady and the young masters. The noble man and the eldest son will say a few words to the eldest son."

Li nodded hurriedly, pulled the angry Li Wensan brothers and retreated to the wing room.

In the huge main hall, there were men and Changsun Hong.

Changsun Hong frowned and kept staring at the man. He searched in his memory for a long time, but couldn't remember who this person was.

He also noticed that the boy in white clothes who had been handed to the point of not seeing Ying'er, did he feel ashamed that he could not beat Changsun Hong and was embarrassed to meet someone in person?

The man turned around and bowed to Changsun Hong, saying, "Brother, I am the manager of the inner court of the magistrate of this prefecture. My surname is Zong and my name is Jincai. Others call me "Uncle Zong Liu, you can also call me that."

Changsun Hong nodded expressionlessly and bowed: "Uncle Zong Liu."

Zong Jincai was slightly surprised and was stunned. He was in the state and had a higher status than ordinary yamen officials. He was a relative of the Grand Master Dao. In terms of seniority, he was a peer with Grand Master Dao. He had always been in charge of the internal affairs of the Zong family. With the golden sign of the governor, no one dared not to sell his face. He called himself Uncle Zong Liu, which was humble, and others called him Master Liu.

Maybe this child is too young to have never heard of his own name.

Zong Jincai was not angry either, but pointed his hand at the back of the hall and said, "The noble man is inside. I have been waiting for the boy for a long time. You can go in."

Changsun Hong was a little surprised and was stunned. Isn’t this the real owner?

Zong Jincai frowned and made another gesture. This time he used some force and seemed to be very domineering.

Changsun Hong left, no matter who he was, and he would talk about it when he saw it.

Behind the main hall is an elegant room with curtains on the windows and curtains, long square stools, and on the exquisite frames of four walls, various antique ornaments are placed all over the shelf, ink, painting and calligraphy are hung all over the walls, pen holders are placed on the table, mountain shaved stone inkstones, iron Ruyi is paired with copper paperweight, and literary atmosphere is coming to the face.

This is a place where Li Xian sometimes goes to the city to visit his wife and children and likes to stay. Most wealthy people like to be arty and elegant and make the room full of books. In fact, they have never used it much, and they are purely pretending.

A young man in a white shirt was in front of the shelf, looking at a jade carving with interest. It was a Maitreya Buddha. He took it down, held it in his hand and weighed it, curled his lips, and put it back.

Changsun Hong walked in and recognized him at a glance. This person was the boy who had a stalemate with him that day.

It turns out that I was hiding inside, and it was indeed here to find revenge.

Changsun Hong sighed, "What should be come sooner or later, and he can't escape it. It seems that the fight is really fruitless."

He took a deep breath, coughed deliberately, showed his presence, then slowly walked forward, walked into the room in the man's eyes, and said aloud: "You want to see me?"

Only by being neither humble nor arrogant can one show the true nature of a hero. Even if one has to admit defeat later, the appearance must be handsome.

The young man in white looked at him, looked up and down, frowned slightly without expression. He was taller than Changsun Hong, and his condescending appearance seemed to be overwhelming.

Changsun Hong noticed it and quietly tiptoed his toes, trying to make his sight parallel to the white-shirted boy.

His eyes are clear and timid, and he looks as arrogant as if you want.

The boy watched for a long time without saying anything. Just when Changsun Hong was a little impatient, he laughed out loud with a "splash".

"Hahaha, OK! It's worthy of being the one who makes my sister restless." The young man in white laughed and slapped his hands and said, "That's great, great!"
Chapter completed!