The autumn colors in the south of the Yangtze River are beautiful, the last touch of the sunset has not yet burned out, and the sky is full of colorful sunset. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info is not only like a beautiful river flower blooming like fire, but also like a phoenix spreading its wings.

The county keeper stood next to the old elm tree that had survived for more than a hundred years in Huitong, rendered by layers of autumn colors, but did not feel a little warm color. Thinking of the silver that was about to be lost, I just tasted some of the cold and cold taste of Sanjiu.

was in pain like self-pellation, and was unexpectedly called by Mrs. Zhen to break the hiding on the spot. The county keeper had nothing to hide, and looked at the eyes around him with wariness and hostility, as if he had been stripped naked in broad daylight.

Mrs. Zhen had already let out her words, and the dignitaries didn't care about the money, and the county guard appeared here, undoubtedly wanting to fish in troubled waters. The people contacted him before he had vouched for Huitong Qianzhuang many times, and sure enough, the officials protected each other, and Qian Weizhen was the same dog.

Today, if it weren't for Mrs. Zhen's auction of her own collection in the hall and take out her personal savings to pay off her debts, everyone would definitely lose all their money, and the shopkeepers of the pawnshops and silver buildings are the best witnesses. Look at Mrs. Zhen's weak and delicate woman so affectionate and righteous, and then look at the county guard with a cunning and greedy face, she can't help but be emotional.

Seeing that he had committed public anger, the county keeper did not suffer the immediate loss. He didn't dare to stay longer, so he hurriedly smeared oil on the soles of his feet, and was escorted all the way by the guards caught in the crowd, and left the scene in a hurry.

After thinking about it again and again, the county keeper always felt that Huitong Money Village was like a gap torn open, and he was afraid that it would bring about the trend of bursting the embankment. That night, he repaired a book and ordered someone to send a letter to the imperial city.

The night was like water, and finally the last sunset was drowned, and the door of Huitong Money Village was still open after a day of noisy, ushering in the quietest moment in the seven years of opening.

Mrs. Zhen stood under the high lintel, watching one after another men leave gloomily, tears gradually forming in her watery and cold eyes.

said goodbye to them one by one, and politely rejected the little girl's proposal to stay with her for another night, and Mrs. Zhen only said that her good sister would be picked up soon. She calmly closed the door of the bank, and wandered along the terrazzo path, leaving alone in the silence of the night.

Rearrange the diamond glasses, and then comb the cloud bun. Mrs. Zhen took the good snail Dai and carefully painted the willow eyebrows of the crescent moon, and then took the cinnabar to dot a rouge tear on her forehead.

Yesterday's wine was not drunk, dozens of jars of fine bamboo leaves and Fenjiu were scattered in the wine cellar, and ready-made fire oil was piled up in the warehouse, all of which were scattered around Huitong by Mrs. Zhen.

In the inky night, Mrs. Zhen was dressed in red and fluttering like a fairy, lying quietly in the red dragon and phoenix double happiness curtain in the bedroom, and gently pushed down the lamps and candles. Gentle tongues of fire fluttered, rolled up the soft curtains, climbed up the curtain near the window, and finally kissed the bright purple dust. The brilliant flames are like fireworks in full bloom, and it will not take long for the night sky to shine, burning the entire Huitong Bank into bright lights and candles.

According to the memories of the old people in Yangzhou City, the fire in the eighth year of Chongming came suddenly and strangely, almost suddenly reflecting the night sky, burning Huitong Qianzhuang to the ground. The wind helped the fire to burn more and more, and the nearby residents tried to rush to help, but buckets of water could not extinguish the flames mixed with fire oil.

The guy and the girl who rushed back after hearing the news beat their chests and said that Mrs. Zhen was waiting for her friend to pick her up, and she had not left at this time, and she must have died with a fire.

At dusk, he broke through the Yangzhou County Guard's line, and the starry night was wiped out. If people were still skeptical of Mrs. Zhen's accusations at the beginning, when they saw the fire flying in the sky, the Yangzhou county guard irrefutably became the culprit.

Many years later, the locals still remember the turmoil in the eighth year of Chongming that involved the entire Jiangyin region.

The fall of Huitong Qianzhuang and the death of Mrs. Zhen were the fuses, and the fire that reflected half of the night sky did not die down as Huitong Qianzhuang turned into ashes, but burned the fire of Yangzhou directly to the imperial city.

In just a few days, the Yangzhou county guard was imprisoned on the double charges of murder and greed for ink, and became the first person to overturn the Jiangyin Gang building.

Immediately afterwards, the black clouds in the Jiangyin area were overwhelming, and earth-shaking changes took place, and a series of local officials were appointed and dismissed, and many first-class and second-class officials in the imperial city were dismissed.

These are naturally afterwords, when the fire was red and long, Qian Weizhen had not yet received the five-hundred-mile expedited from the Yangzhou County Guard, he still sat alone in the study burning Fushou ointment and meditated, deeply regretting that he had once again called Emperor Chongming's blindfold to lose his eyes.

The second son's return from Jingzhou to report on his work has already made it clear that it is a trap, in order to just recruit him back, so that the Qian family will not slip through the net. Fortunately, he took precautions and sent his daughter-in-law and second grandson away.

Decades of business were ruined, but fortunately, Qian Gui has quietly settled in Dali. As long as you stay in the green mountains, you don't have to worry about the money family to make a comeback.

Seeing that Emperor Chongming was about to close the net, and ignoring the crown prince's canonization ceremony, Qian Weizhen naturally had to make the final struggle. Knowing that the white-haired man sent the black-haired man's heart, he was also ready to appreciate Chen Rujun's sadness in a few days, and never let such a thing happen to him.

Qian Weizhen had already discovered Su Duhan's habits, and every second or seventh day, he would inevitably go to the compound of He Mansion in Guishu Hutong to meet with some people. Qian Weizhen himself also changed into civilian clothes and quietly went to the He Mansion to look for someone.

Su Duhan had already learned from Su Guangfu that Qian Weizhen had wavered for many years, that is, he did not move closer to Emperor Chongming, nor did he want to give Su Guangfu a word of accuracy for the restoration of the Great Zhou. It seems that the grass on the wall falls with the wind, such a person is slippery, even if he is talented, but it is difficult to control.

Now seeing that it is difficult to escape, Su Duhan is very disdainful of Qian Weizhen's request to see him, and even hates that he can't make up his mind that day. ”

Qian Weizhen has been in charge of the household department for decades, and the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, since he keeps saying that he wants to make a deal, he naturally has some capital in his hand. Su Duhan weighed it again and again, and was reluctant to give up this opportunity, so he immediately ordered someone to invite Qian Weizhen in, and the two met in He Mansion.

Knowing that time is limited, Qian Weizhen made a long story short, and only gave Su Duhan a shallow look: "I want to make a deal with the prince, take all the money hidden in Kangnan to help the prince succeed, and only ask the prince for a promise." ”

The money was moving, and Su Duhan's mood was quite agitated. Without the source of the Su family's poppies, the gold bars of the Su family's old house could not be transported, and the Millennium Sect was obviously at a loss, and if they wanted to do something, they must have money to support it.