This time it seems that it is just a night, in fact, a lot of preparations have been made before, after the interests are agreed, it is also vigorous to do things, of course, the tiger head gang of Jin Muyu has enough time to understand some things in advance, but this Jin boss knows that if he does not give up some things this time, then the efforts he has made in the past few years will be unreserved, and he also knows that he can't escape this time, so those sparks that have been finally scattered must be preserved as much as possible.

He had always been a devout believer.

So even if he gave his life, there were some things he had to do.

It was to cooperate with the Jiangning government to stage a big drama, and finally ended with his death.

As a participant, Jiangshanlou naturally reaped a lot of benefits this time, which can be seen from Ji Qian'er's face.

Fang Heng, as a remnant of the big fish, has not had a good time these days, even worse than those few defective characters, it seems that someone is deliberately promoting something, so he has become a person who betrays the Lord and seeks glory, and everyone shouts and beats. In the past, he was loyal to his subordinates, but now there are only a few people left.

In Fang Heng's house, the breath of autumn is already obvious, the dead leaves in the yard have not been cleaned these days, and a thick layer has been piled up, the original delicately decorated rockery has no water under the eyes, and the flowers and plants planted on it show a sign of decay, and in the pool below, a few small red fish emerge from the water from time to time, perhaps feeling the desertion of this home, and estimating how to escape.

Fang Heng stood under the eaves, and the warm scenes of the past were nowhere to be found. Ji Qian'er was not entirely right, his wife had taken the poison before he was ready to do it, and died in his arms like that, which made him sadder than he had killed her with his own hands.

He still has a lot to say, she didn't have to die in the first place, he has already decided not to kill her!

A hundred days of grace for a husband and wife, and the kindness between him and her is more than a hundred days.

He hated it, hated that he had revealed certain thoughts too soon, and that his keen wife would not want him to be entangled and end his life by himself.

But how can this be exchanged for so-called peace of mind!

The scorching sun pierced through the clouds and shone down, piercing the eyes, and at the moment of blinking, tears rolled down the corners of the eyes.

Li Er stopped at the door, holding a food box in his hand, he had just come from Juxian Tower, as Fang Heng's former subordinate, there was not too much affection between them. The Tiger Head Gang has never done that kind of big scene of fighting and killing, because the closeness of the relationship between people is more because of interests. Right now, the trees are falling and scattered, and Fang Heng's side is naturally very deserted.

The reason why he came here, it seems that even he himself does not know why.

Fang Heng noticed Li Er and beckoned.

The two sat down at the stone table in the courtyard, Fang Heng watched Li Er take out a plate of exquisite dishes, and quipped, "I'll promote you in a few days."

Li Er smiled, his youth was about the same as Fang Heng, and he was also called the eldest brother on weekdays, and it seemed to be much smoother to call at this time.

"Big brother said with a smile, taking advantage of this opportunity, I want to withdraw and do some serious business."

Fang Heng was stunned for a moment and agreed: "It should be so."

"What about you, big brother? What's the plan? ”

Fang Heng put down the chopsticks in his hand, thought for a moment, and said slowly: "After handing over the affairs of the class, I may go to the south, your sister-in-law has been taking me over there to have a look, she said that she wants to drink the Longjing ...... of West Lake" Fang Heng said and laughed, his eyes were full of grief, and he couldn't hide it at the moment.

Li Er didn't answer, took out the pot of wine from the box, and poured it.

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Wang Ning had just sent Ji Qian'er away, and Mu Rong didn't get angry after all when she saw that he was worried, but she also stood next to her with a lot of worry, and she didn't dare to come out, for fear of provoking Wang Ning.

Wang Ning let out a long sigh, his face fell, he grabbed the cold tea on the table next to him and took a sip, and he didn't know if he suddenly had a brain disease, so he grabbed the good celadon and threw it out, and fell to the ground hard. Number Seven

The red carpet on the ground from Xiliang's side suddenly splashed with tea.

Mu Rong was startled, looked at Wang Ning in horror, and asked weakly, "Young Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wang Ning remembered that there was someone next to him, and it was a troublesome woman, so his face softened, and he said softly: "My hand is slipping."

Naturally, this kind of reason for skimming his feet will not be believed, and he can't think of a better explanation in a short time, and saying such things is probably just that he should give an answer to Mu Rong.

Actually, it's better not to answer.

What Ji Qian'er said just now, Mu Rong didn't understand, but he understood it very well, but if Ji Qian'er really wanted to tie him to the boat with such a little handle, he would underestimate him.

What's more, those people in the north are really dead, what does it have to do with him, it's a big deal that every Qingming, he goes to the north to worship from afar.

As for that one, he is not in the north at the moment, and he is not afraid of accidents.

After comforting herself, Wang Ning put away her thoughts, and her face became normal. After explaining for a while, he saw that the expression on Mu Rong's face softened, so he stopped, and then seemed to suddenly remember something, so he stared at Mu Rong and said, "Xiao Rong'er, you come from Dali, it's better to go over there with the young master in a few days!"

It is naturally a joy to be able to go home, after Mu Rong was surprised, she wilted again, and now, she actually can't remember what her home looks like, so it doesn't seem to matter if she doesn't go back or not.

On the contrary, she feels very happy in her current life.

"Young master, you have the final say."

Wang Ning thought about it for a while, and seemed to think that Mu Rong's words made sense, so she nodded: "Well, then I'll have the final say."

So he put up his hands and walked out, but he didn't know where he was going.

Mu Rong thought about the previous incident, didn't say anything more, and bent down to deal with the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

This mind is restless and is a hardship in life.

Maybe we shouldn't have thought too much about it.

It is only in this way that he doesn't care much about the things around him, and even ignores them.

This may also be a way to survive.

But somehow because of the emergence of some people, there have been many changes inadvertently, and the so-called original intention has gradually become blurred.

Qinhuai is a long river, and the autumn wind is sorrowful.

The brothel of the Qinglou on the other bank is endless.

The world certainly has its own way of existence. He Wang Ning, let's not want such complicated things, but does he really have these things in front of him?

Maybe it is, maybe it isn't!

Tonight, it's just a big dream!