It's just that killing people and goods, stealing and trafficking, large-scale counterfeiting, and large-scale fraud, and the crime of cutting off the head can be convicted by Daming Law, all of which are plotted by Mrs. Zhao?

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This night, she traveled alone, one to relax, and the other to wait for the dead of night to explore this Hanhua Museum.

Just like the death of Zhifang in Peach Blossom Building, whether Mrs. Zhao is the mastermind or not is actually none of her business, but she always feels that she can't let go of it. It just so happens that it involves ancient paintings, which is where she is quite confident, and she wants to do something.

"It's a girl's house." Among the guests at the next table, someone noticed Xia Su.

"The unique style of Jiangnan." One humanity.

"This is in Beijing, and it's not a big festival, and she still runs out at night, it's not a serious woman......"

They chuckled and talked.

Xia Su didn't want to be noticed by these people, so he counted the copper plates and put them on the table, said hello to the boss, and walked down the pavilion.

Among the guests was a merry and bold fellow, who chased him out and wanted to strike up a conversation, but he scratched his hair and ran back, saying that the girl was gone.

The white-bearded boss laughed and joked about the legend of the peach blossom essence on the shore of the West Lake.

The legend over there hasn't been finished yet, and the peach blossom essence here is already standing in the Hanhua Museum.

Xia Su came once, she had a rough look at the paintings hanging in the shop, most of them were calligraphy and painting works of the current dynasty, if they were ancient paintings, they were all marked as imitations, and there was no fake with a fake top, and it was a calligraphy and painting shop that was really bought and sold.

However, she didn't see Shopkeeper Fang that time, and she didn't know if she could see me tonight.

Xia Su walked into the back garden, hid his body by the rockery trees, and observed that the garden was not large, and the wing houses were divided into two places, separated by an inner wall. On one side you can hear the noise, which is probably the place where the guys live; On the other side, the lights were dim, and the garden gate was locked, and it seemed to be silent.

She climbed over the wall and entered, and saw that the wing room here should be built more exquisitely, so she guessed that it was the residence of the shopkeeper Fang, and then went up to the roof to lift the tiles to take a look, picked a room that seemed to be business, and landed silently.

Two long cabinets were built against the wall, and seven or eight large wooden boxes were neatly placed on the other side, and both the cabinets and boxes were heavily locked. In the south corner there was a large and wide table, with many scrolls on it, also well folded. On the cabinet behind the table, there are many short waxes, the four treasures of the study, and a considerable number of books, which shows that the people who work here are not only diligent, but also diligent.

Xia Su selected a few scrolls of paintings, but there was nothing special about them.

The painting is good, from the current dynasty, but the painting and calligraphy are always more expensive than the present.

She groped around the house for a while, but she didn't find anything suspicious, nor did she find a secret door or anything like that.

Suddenly hearing the sound of the garden gate, Xia Su was rarely surprised, listened to the footsteps for a while, looked around the house coldly, and jumped up.

Not long after, the door was pushed open, and two shadows were illuminated by the candle flame, one belonging to the shopkeeper and the other being a tall and thin man in his early thirties.

"Lao Ji, you go to the big boss's house and report to him what I just told you. This is the March account, by the way, help me pay it. The shopkeeper Fang took out a notebook from the drawer, it didn't seem that there was only one business in the Han Painting Gallery.

"Isn't Lu Niang going to be gifted? Don't you believe her? The bamboo pole man's voice was gloomy.

"She is more than ruthless, easy to get into money, and not enough scheming. As soon as I mentioned that the paintings of the Bian family were worth tens of thousands of taels of silver, her eyes became greedy. I'm afraid that she won't be able to explain it to the big boss, so it's better for you to make a trip. The shopkeeper put up pen, ink, paper, and inkstone.

The bamboo pole man said ruthlessly, "Women do things based on emotions. Let's just say that Zhao Qinghe, is he still killed? In my opinion, both he and his sister-in-law are tricky, and it's better to kill them. Before, we have been doing smoothly and nothing has gone wrong, but now that they have found a lot of trouble, the government is chasing after us, and they want to change to a serious and unprofitable business. ”

"It's always right to be careful. Besides, Zhao Qinghe can't remember the past, and he is Zhao Feng's own son, the eldest grandson of the Zhao family, he really killed him, but I am afraid that Zhao Feng will not give up. The Zhao family's power extends to Beijing, and there is the support of Prince Cheng, once he becomes a thorn in the side of the imperial court, there is no place to die. On the point of turning to the right line, I agree with the big boss and think it's time. You are like Lu Niang, you love to lick the tip of the knife to find excitement, but change it quickly. ”

Resting in the army, the shopkeeper Fang is like a wise military advisor.

The bamboo pole man sneered, "What if Zhao Qinghe suddenly remembers?" ”

"It doesn't hurt to remember, as long as we stop completely, what if he doesn't have evidence?" Shopkeeper Fang didn't smile, as if he was born with a well-behaved face, "That's why I'm worried about the second owner, afraid that she will provoke the big owner again and go back to the old road." Go quickly, if the big owner makes up her mind, no one wants her to change her mind. ”

The bamboo pole man carried the package of the account book and walked to the door, suddenly turned around, raised his head with raised eyes, and glared at the beam.

Shopkeeper Fang followed his gaze and looked at Shangliang, but he didn't know what he was glaring at, "What?" ”

The bamboo pole man withdrew his gaze, "It's nothing." Lao Fang, do you really plan to listen to those two people for the rest of your life? I think that at the beginning, the boss respected you as a guest, and the brothers respected you as a second son. As soon as the boss died, Lu Niang rushed to you. A big owner, a second owner, you can't even get a third one, be a bullshit shopkeeper, run errands for others. ”

"The big proprietors trust me a lot. As for Lu Niang, she has always thought she is the second child with this temper. Although the big proprietor let her, he knew it in his heart, otherwise he wouldn't have handed over my account book to Lu Niang's hands. Don't mess with your mind, the big boss also values you very much. The shopkeeper Fang was loyal in his words.

"That being said...... "The bamboo pole man seemed to be considering whether to say or not, "It's just that, seeing the ruthlessness of the big boss when he ordered to kill his brother, I'm really afraid that she will treat me one day-"

"Old Ji, don't say it." Shopkeeper Fang was cold, "The big proprietor has discussed this matter with me. Feng Bao learned a little from me, so he dared to be smart, but he ended up with a human life, and he also scared the snake, causing Zhao Qinghe to chase and beat him. Not to mention that his beard is full of private pockets, he also acts nonsense, deceiving his superiors and subordinates. Before he died, the boss instructed that he couldn't do business without capital for a lifetime, and he had to find a way to correct it. However, as long as Feng Baobeard and these idiots are here, it will eventually ruin our plans. That being the case, it is better to die at the hands of others than to die at our hands. ”

The bamboo pole man didn't say anything more, turned around and walked out the door.

The shopkeeper sat quietly at the table, listening to the footsteps outside the door, before he began to study and write. It's just that before he could write a few words, he listened to the noisy shouting of the guys outside. He frowned, put down his pen, and went outside to see what was going on.

In the quiet room, the lights suddenly drifted.

Xia Su actually appeared from behind those big cages, came to the table silently, and looked at the shopkeeper's writing.

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Today's first update! (To be continued.) )