When Bu Hongxuan forced Su Xiu'e to death, no one from the Bu clan ran out to say a word, and now Bu Hongxuan died, leaving behind thousands of family properties, and the whole clan hugged him.

Bu'an didn't inherit the memory of the indigenous Bu'an, and he was at most a cold looker at these old debts, but today he was finally disgusted by these people.

His sudden outbursts of momentum, irrefutable questioning, and a completely different temperament from what everyone knew scared everyone stupid.

It's a pity that the temptation of good land and beautiful houses, gold and silver is too great, and the third uncle has to fight for his descendants.

"An'er Mo said angrily......" The old man stood up tremblingly, "Your mother died early, you were still young at that time, and there are some things you don't understand." ”

"Oh, you old man might as well tell me something. I didn't understand it then, but I should be able to understand it now. Bu An watched the Bu clan people who had just been bent by him get up and hide behind the third uncle in embarrassment, and his disdainful eyes also moved from that person to the trembling third uncle.

"Your father's bones are not cold, and your mother is anxious to remarry, but your uncle doesn't allow it, so she hangs herself......" The third uncle sighed and shook his head: "If your mother really remarried back then, you wouldn't have a surname now." ”

"I see, that's ......" Bu An smiled slightly, but the anger in his heart jumped up.

In order to force Su Xiu'e to death, Bu Hongxuan accused her of fornicating with the son of Zheng Wanqi, a wealthy businessman in Jiaxing. Not only did Su Xiu'e hang herself to prove her innocence, but even Zheng Wanqi's murdered family was ruined.

The ins and outs of this, Bu An has already known through the mouth of the flower girl.

Even the people of Jiaxing know that this matter is strange, and it is by no means as simple as it seems.

Now, the Qinglongbu clan, the oldest and most prestigious old man, is obviously not kept in the dark, but in order to snatch property, he does not hesitate to reverse black and white.

At this moment, Bu An can't wait to beat up all the people surnamed Bu in this courtyard, but after all, he is a man who is about to become an official, and at this juncture, it is too irrational to beat the elders of the relatives, and if he doesn't do it well, it will become a stain on his career resume that cannot be erased.

"Okay! very good!" Bu An smiled angrily, glanced at the crowd, and continued: "In this way, today is the second day of the tenth month of October, before the tenth day of the first month, if you have not changed your mind, I will hand over all the title deeds to you." ”

As soon as these words came out, the courtyard suddenly fell silent.

"An'er is a scholar, and her words are hard to chase. The third uncle looked serious, probably hearing that Bu'an had something to say.

The old man couldn't figure out the mystery for a while, but that wasn't the most important thing. Bu Hongxuan has been an official for more than ten years, and the prefect of Jiaxing alone has been doing it for six years, and I don't know how much money he has saved. For the sake of this family background, what if you risk your life?

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As soon as the Bu clan left, the onlookers also dispersed, and in addition to the two Bu'an masters and servants in the small courtyard here, only the flower girl and Chen Yuanqiao remained.

The flower girl just pushed the courtyard door, and without waiting for Chen Yuanqiao to speak, Bu An took the first step and asked, "Have you seen Zhang Hanging Quail in the past few days?"

Chen Yuanqiao nodded hurriedly and said: "I've seen it, I've been imprisoned in Nanhu Guanyi, and I used a lot of silver to see him." Master Zhang is no longer present, and if Bu Gongzi doesn't make a move, I'm just afraid it's too late!"

"It's too late, how can it be too late......" Bu An smiled easily, and said in his heart that it was too late. A disobedient Zhang Hangquail is not as good as a dead Zhang Hangquail, and if Zhang Hangquail is not forced to a life-and-death juncture, he will not be able to change his mind and be loyal to the organization...... Well, loyalty to the master.

Chen Yuanqiao saw that Bu Gongzi took the initiative to ask, thinking that he had been waiting for these days to finally look forward to the sunrise of Yunkai, but when he heard Bu An's tone, he was even more anxious, and said secretly in his heart: Bu Gongzi, Bu Gongzi, it is a matter of life and death of Lord Zhang, and it is also a life of five products and the same knowledge, why don't you care at all?

Bu An estimated that the time was almost up, so he asked with a smile, "The hall master of the far bridge doesn't mind making some more silver, right?"

Chen Yuanqiao couldn't understand why he thought about it, and then suddenly said, "Bu Gongzi is going to see Zhang Da...... Hanging quail?"

"It's hard to manage?" Bu An asked, raising his eyebrows.

"It's not difficult to do...... Chen Yuanqiao frowned slightly, and said in his heart, don't you have an old relationship with the lord of the domain, why do you have to let me handle this little thing, don't you have that familiarity with the lord of the domain? If so, how can you save Zhang Hangquail?

Bu An didn't care about the ditches and bumps in Chen Yuanqiao's heart. With the appointment of the monthly conference and the desperate situation that night, he could naturally speak in front of Kong Haoyan, but he didn't need to mobilize the crowd for trivial things such as visiting prisons.

And even if Chen Yuanqiao has no bottom in his heart, he has no choice - now, except for Bu Gongzi, he can't think of anyone else who can get Zhang Hangquail back from the Ghost Gate.

Although this Yuanqiao Hall Master has the same friendship with Zhang Xuanquail, he works hard and is busy before and after, not for this friendship. In his opinion, if he can rescue Lord Zhang this time, Lord Zhang will also miss him in the future.

In the final analysis, Linglongfang is famous, but most of its influence is in the rivers and lakes, Chen Yuanqiao has worked hard in Jiangnan East for nearly ten years, and he only caught such a big fish as Zhang Hangquail, so it is not easy for him to give up.

After Chen Yuanqiao said goodbye, Miss Hua Yihan made tea, went to buy snacks, and dedicated herself for a long time before she tentatively asked Bu'an and rescued Zhang Hangquail, and she could be a little sure.

Bu'an took a sip of the fragrant Longjing tea, took a bite of the mushroom siu mai that came out of the cage not long ago, and replied with a smile: "I'm not sure." ”

The flower girl snorted softly and said, "I don't believe it." If you are not sure, how can you agree to those people who are greedy for money and forget their righteousness?"

"Then you still knowingly asked. Bu An glanced at her and said with a smile.

The flower girl smiled like a peach blossom, moved a small bamboo chair, sat down in front of Bu'an, and wrapped her slender jade fingers around the ends of her hair, as if she was a nymphomaniac.

Su Su looked at her appearance, immediately put down her chopsticks, stopped eating the fragrant siu mai, and stared at the flower girl vigilantly.

“...... Bu Gongzi's party in Hangzhou has only been around for ten days, how did he get on the line with the lord of the domain? Could it be that the angel was also in Hangzhou at that time?" asked the flower girl with a smile.

This was not the first time she had asked this question, but each time she asked it from a different angle. Obviously, the flower girl is used to intelligence work, and has an extremely persistent curiosity about the missing link in the whole line.

But these days, no matter how she tempts, Bu An has a way to fool the past, and this time it's the same.

"The beautiful scenery of Hangzhou is unparalleled in the world, the strange flowers and plants on the shore of the West Lake, and the fragrance of the four seasons............ he actually knocked on the bamboo chopsticks and sang: "On this day, I traveled to the white embankment and was drunk in the willow shade, passing by a white-faced Confucian and his lupine scarf; he said, yesterday he came to Saibei in the wind and snow, and today he went down to the south of the Yangtze River to compete for spring."

The flower girl listened very seriously, and said in a deep voice: "This white-faced Confucian is not the lord of the domain? Master Kong has been to Saibei?

Bu An shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why don't you understand anything, I practice my voice!"

The flower girl was so angry that she couldn't say anything, but Su Su laughed out loud.