The Ouyang patriarch looked like water and glared at his wife: "Have you gone out today?"

His wife looked bad, so she also restrained her smile and said, "Today, the third old man invited his father over, but he hasn't come back yet."

The Ouyang patriarch nodded, his eyebrows were locked, and he sat alone for a while. He didn't know what he thought of, but suddenly stood up and called out to his two sons, asking them to go to the third old master's house immediately and take his grandfather back.

Half an hour later, the second old master was taken home by his grandsons. On the way, he asked his son that he had been to Shizi Hutong. The second old master didn't bother to change his clothes, so he called Chief Ouyang over.

"What's wrong? That old pious woman is making things difficult for you again?"

However, the Ouyang patriarch did not answer, but stared at the second old master's eyes: "Father, of course, do you have a share in the matter of Ouyang Wentao being stolen by his kidnapped?"

The second old man was stunned, then furious, pointing at the Ouyang patriarch and scolded: "Where did you hear nonsense? You are a grandfather, or are you just listening and believing? Have you lost less in the past years?"

This is about the house that became a haunted house because of Ouyang Hui.

Although the second house is wealthy, it is not a wealthy family. Moreover, every inch of land in Xinjing is worth every inch. A good house next to Huichang Street has turned into a haunted house. It cannot be rented out or sold at a price. This has become a thorn in everyone's heart.

The Ouyang patriarch blushed and quickly explained: "Don't get angry, father, my son went to the Persimmon Hu and met Fusheng at the same time, which was Ouyang Wentao. He sent his son to the door. What he said was extremely strange. His son couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he had to ask his father for advice."

"Fusheng?" The second old master's eyes dimmed and he asked in a deep voice, "What did he say to you?"

The Ouyang leader swallowed his saliva, picked up the tea and took a sip, and then said, "Fusheng first asked me to say hello to you on his behalf, and then asked me if I knew about the Liuzhou coffin shop in the west of the city, and asked me to go and see if I had time, and be prepared for any trouble."

"Are you prepared for any trouble? That's what he said?"

The second old master stood up with a ferocious expression, which scared the Ouyang leader and said ravingly: "Yes, yes, that's what he said."

The second old man took a breath of air conditioning and fell back to the chair with a thud.

......

In the Shizi Hutong, Fusheng sent the people from the Ouyang tribe away. He was about to turn around and go back, but he saw Yan Xuehuai coming out of nowhere, and Xiaoman was still following him.

Fusheng remembered that Xiaoman was recognized as his son by Li Qiniang, and said, "Your family is a female household. Now that you have Xiaoman, you have to change your household registration. Why don't I tell my grandmother and put Xiaoman's household registration into our house."

Yan Xuehuai knew that Mrs. Ye hadn't told Fusheng about their going south yet.

She smiled and said, "Don't cause trouble for you anymore. Mrs. Ye hasn't told you yet. After a while, my mother and I will take Xiaoman back to the old Beijing."

"You are going to go back to the old Beijing? Can't remember Li Shi?" Fusheng was shocked.

"It's open. My friends are all locals. They can't follow us, so let them stay in the shop here. When we return to the old Beijing, we will open a new shop. If you go back to the old Beijing with the Duke, you must visit my shop."

Li Qiniang has been talking about it many times, and she didn't know if the shop in the old capital is still there. Legend has it that during the war, the government would use bricks and tiles to strengthen the city walls. Li Qiniang was just worried that after they went back, they saw a bare open space.

When Li Qiniang said this, Yan Xuehuai kept laughing without any conscience. Even if she demolished the shop, it would not be possible to demolish it into an open space. It was all warned. Who is so idle to clean up the garbage for your house?

Fusheng agreed with a smile. Seeing the siblings appear here, he guessed what he said to Ouyang’s patriarch just now. The siblings must have heard it, but I don’t know how much they heard.

"You're already here?" Fusheng asked.

Yan Xuehuai asked without answering a question: "It was the second old man from Ouyang clan who asked you to kidnap? Is there any evidence?"

Fusheng smiled: "I was sold twice back then, but the government only caught the second-hand crutch. The one I took away from the temple at first was never caught."

He spread his hands and sighed helplessly: "I have no evidence."

"Then why do you suspect the second old master?" Yan Xuehuai was curious.

"Guess," Fusheng said with a smile. He reached out and patted Xiaoman's head, "I think about it. If my family has no male, the one who benefits the most is the second old master's room. I have secretly checked that those who have had sex with my grandmother over the years are all instructed by the second wife, and even Ouyang Hui is also supporting him."

Yan Xuehuai scoffed at Fu Sheng's words: "Do you think that if you say a few words to scare them, the culprit will come and surrender?"

Fusheng frowned: "What if it is?"

"If you were really kidnapped by the second old master back then, then this would be a serious crime. Even if the yamen does not sentence him and the matter is spread, they will not be able to gain a foothold in Xinjing. In 100, nine out of ten will be expelled from the clan. Do you think he will take the initiative to come to you to admit his mistakes or surrender himself in the yamen? If it were you, would you?"

Yan Xuehuai looked at Fusheng's tense face and smiled: "If it were me, I would rather die than admit it."

"The fish is defeated by the death?" Fusheng asked back.

Yan Xuehuai smiled. She was indeed a smart person and was very good at focusing on the key points.

She nodded and agreed.

Fusheng narrowed his eyes and learned to teach him how the gentleman who was studying, touched his chin. His chin was bare and without his beautiful beard.

"If it were me... I would have taken the initiative first, but they dare to deal with me?"

Yan Xuehuai's voice was cold: "If you were drinking tea in the teahouse and suddenly being poisoned to death, would you say the yamen suspect them? Of course, you can write your last words now. If you die, they did it, but unless you only have them, if they really didn't poison you, they would let the real murderer go."

Fusheng felt cold after hearing this, and Yan Xuehuai said something as if he would definitely be poisoned to death.

"Thank you for your reminder. In the future, I will definitely bring a few more friends to your shop."

Yan Xuehuai disagreed: "The future is too long, so it's better not to talk about it."

After saying that, she took Xiaoman away.

Fusheng looked at the backs of two big and small, and smiled and shook his head, but the smile only flashed away, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

There is no evidence, but it just that no evidence is found does not mean that they have not done it.
Chapter completed!