Without the little boy holding Chang Yue's legs, the housekeeper was not the opponent of a young man. After a few stops, he didn't stop him.

"What should I do?" The housekeeper patted the back of his hand and rushed around in a hurry, but could only helplessly watch as Chang Yue climbed up the stairs.

Although he didn't know what the master was going to talk to the death row prisoner, judging from the master's expression at that time, it must be a big secret that was ulterior motive.

Chang Yue is a young master, and when he is discovered, he will beat and scold him at most. But as for him, he may not be kicked out of the mansion from now on.

When people are in their fifties, how can they stand the trouble? Thinking of this, the housekeeper ran forward a few steps, half of his body leaning in front of Chang Yue, and his voice was filled with tears: "Young Master, just listen to me, at this time, you really can't..."

Chang Yue leaned his ear against the window frame, and when he heard this, he flew over with his eyes and made a gesture of silence: "Shut up."

Seeing that Chang Yue was just planning to do something that was so good at the wall, the housekeeper refused to dissuade him. After all, the master told him not to allow anyone to disturb him, but he did not explicitly prohibit him from even eavesdropping.

At this time, the prefect in the room seemed to tore off the hypocrisy from the mask and focused on negotiating conditions with Xu Dongfeng: "What do you need me to do?"

Xu Dongfeng deliberately kept silent, just to exhaust the magistrate's endurance to the extreme. At this time, he put down the cloth bag he was playing with and threw it back into the magistrate's arms: "If you accept it, we will be on the same boat. It will not be too late to talk about the conditions at that time."

What was in this cloth bag? When the prefect first got it, he didn't feel in the mood to open it and check it out. He just felt that he was holding a piece of something in his hand that was even hotter than a soldering iron that was so scalable that it was so chapped.

Because he clearly saw the pattern embroidered with gold and silver silk thread on the red cloth bag, which was a continuous green cemeter surrounded and swallowed by a raging fire.

He had seen such a pattern before, and naturally knew what it meant to meet again. Therefore, the huge surprise of a moment was enough to shock him into endless memories.

At this time, breaking through all the mental precautions, the prefect Chang quickly opened the cloth bag and exposed the two keys inside.

"What does this mean?" How could it be two keys? The prefect rubbed the handle of the key, but after a closer look, it was not difficult to find that the two keys were as big as the size, but the patterns were different.

Xu Dongfeng did not explain when he heard this, but just responded lightly: "You will naturally understand in the future. Now let's just put it in."

"Yes." The prefect for some reason, he would be so humble in front of this death row prisoner.

Things are often so wonderful, just like the scene in front of you. The death row prisoner threw the prefect into something unknown, and then he had to open the city gate to welcome the other party, and even if he didn't know who the other party's surname was, he still needed to be courteous to him everywhere.

The prefect was full of anger, but he could only bear it.

Xu Dongfeng just kept smiling, and the smile made the master feel a little creepy. The two of them were both intestinal and they got along more and more embarrassed.

The prefect couldn't help but speak: "Well, I'm short in my hand, what's the point of me?"

Xu Dongfeng turned around and looked out the window for a few seconds. He was also guilty of being a thief. When did Chang Yue do this thing?

He was poked a hole in the window paper and saw this scene, he immediately bent down and cat.

Not only that, Chang Yue was also worried that the butler would stand aside in a daze, which would expose him instead.

While bent down, he did not forget to press the butler's head.

But when the two of them were squatting down by the wall, the housekeeper's waist suddenly flashed, but Chang Yue was beside him. He endured for a long time and didn't say a word. He was still complacent about his calmness in the face of danger.

But he looked up and met Chang Yue's disgusting eyes: "What's the smell on you? It smells so bad."

What smell? The housekeeper smelled it on his arms again and again when he heard this. When Chang Yue reminded him, there was a strange smell, which was really bad.

It seemed like the smell of rottenness and decay that crawled out of the pile of dead people. "Haha..." After thinking for a few more times, the butler waved his hand and said goodbye in a hurry: "Young Master, you must not go in."

Chang Yue was not very patient and simply waved his hand. But in fact, he didn't hear anything the butler said at all. He had already run to the house because of his own thoughts.

Chang Yue thought, after so long, the death row prisoner should have confirmed whether there was anyone outside the house.

But even so, Chang Yue was not very sure. He slowly stood up, his eyes slowly standing up with the small break on the window paper.

Xu Dongfeng completely turned his back, his voice not too low. It seemed that he thought no one would eavesdrop, so he took off his guard.

Chang Yue only heard him speak slowly: "You know that you are still a court official at the moment, and it will be a problem for you to come forward. So, I don't have to do some difficult things, you just need to do a little."

The prefect had a little gleam in his eyes and hurriedly asked, "Which point?"

"Shut your eyes open." Xu Dongfeng was not too slow, as if he was the superior, but the prefect looked like a subordinate.

Seeing this, Chang Yue couldn't help but spat outside the window, yelling and cursing: "Bah, you martial artist, you are still playing rhyme."

He really didn't know what conflicts of interest between the prefect and the death row prisoners, but he just smelled the smell of officials protecting each other in the sentence "turn a blind eye".

I don’t know where to vent my anger, so I can only draw on the books I am best at and most proud of. When my father asked what point, he said he turned a blind eye and thought rhyme was so simple?

You should know that I tried to write poetry since I was seven years old, but I often couldn't escape my mother's scolding because of the rhyme problem. After that, Chang Yue was extremely harsh in rhyme requirements, and even reached a level of madness.

After exhaling some of his anger, Chang Yue felt much smoother and then went to listen to the corner of the wall.

Xu Dongfeng said again: "The person we are going to chase is the person who was rescued by the noble son. I just hope that if we do anything in the future, the prefect will not interfere."

Chang Yue? Which of the people Chang Yue knew was not a master who was aware of the master. The master quickly thought about all the possibilities. After a while, a name gradually became clear in his mind. Could it be him?

The prefect stared wide and said, "Is it Linmu? Is the person you are going to kill Linmu?"

"What a forest." Xu Dongfeng couldn't help but reprimand: "That person is the prince of Marquis of Pingyang. Now he has arrived at your Luoting territory, just to dig out evidence of people like you cooperating with enemies and treason in the country. But you are fine, the enemy has hit the door, but you still don't know."

The prefect fell to the ground with a butt. No wonder he always felt that the young man was indescribable in his Chang Mansion. He always spoke in a foggy way. He never thought that there was such a reason.

The prefect patted his chest and swallowed his saliva suddenly: "Fortunately he left early, otherwise he would have dug out the evidence sooner or later."
Chapter completed!