"What are you asking for?" Changfan said that he knew that the matter of the concert was not trivial. "Are you still qualified to ask?" Hou Xin stood up and approached Changfan step by step: "You just do what I say, just for the last time, you will be free." He pinched Changfan's chin and said very contemptuously. I'll go and confess to the lord now, I'm a first-time offender, and the lord will forgive me, it's a big deal, I'm not by my lord's side in the future. Changfan shook his head and lifted his chin out of Hou Xin's grasp.

"Changfan, poisoning is a heinous crime, even if Zhao Qingzhou doesn't pursue it, the prefect of your county will not let it go. What's more, if you are a slave who murders the lord, not only will you be punished by death, but the relatives of the nine clans of the Tong family, but all those who have slave status like you will be taken back and changed to lowly status, and go to those shady places to do things, are you willing to do so? Hou Xin walked around the long sail like chaff and closed the door behind him.

"Why are you hurting me?" Tears welled up in Changfan's eyes. "I didn't harm you, I'm helping you take revenge," Hou Xin handed Changfan a handkerchief: "Your enemy, and our enemy, happen to be the same person." Together, we can achieve our goals. "And what do you want me to do?" Changfan asked. Seeing the look of despair on his face, Hou Xin had a full grasp in his heart.

He roughly told Changfan about his plan to harm Zhao Qingzhou with fake ink strips. "How is this different from murder?" Changfan shouted with wide eyes. "Be quiet," Hou Xin glanced at Changfan: "Taizu has an order not to kill civil officials, at most he will demote some official positions, can't Zhao Qingzhou also be idle for a few days." Changfan clenched his hands into fists, and his nails almost clenched into his palms: "You have a bad mind." ”

"It's because you haven't seen the sinister world. By the way, this is Rong Zhizhai's shopkeeper, Aunt Zhu in your house is here to buy paper and ink brushes, you know? Hou Xin pointed to the shopkeeper Rong and said. Shopkeeper Rong didn't look up, he had just played a few chess moves with himself, and at this time he waved his sleeves again to stir up the chess game: "This is the last thing I will do for you, I have already told the owner, I will go back to my hometown next month and will no longer participate in these things." "Shopkeeper Rong is a little irritable.

Hou Xin's eyes when he looked at the shopkeeper Rong were not friendly: "You can do this last thing well, there must always be a beginning and an end." Changfan could see that the shopkeeper Rong probably had some handle, and he was held in the hand by the person behind Hou Xin. Seeing that the two of them were speechless, Hou Xin carefully talked about the plan with the two of them again to ensure that nothing went wrong.

Changfan sounded that this plan was safer for him: he just didn't know about it, and used fake ink for Zhao Qingzhou, even if he was in the lobby, it was reasonable. Hou Xin noticed that Changfan's eyebrows were a little stretched, and reassured him: "Don't worry, after the incident, as long as you remember to replace the ink in the inkstone with normal, no one will know that it is the problem of ink." ”

The shopkeeper said: "I don't understand something, even if you can use a fake ink, why do you want to go around in a circle?" Can't you just give the ink to this kid? ”

"This matter involves the four rank officials, the stakes are very high, everyone must participate in order to contain each other, and they will not betray each other, this is the rule." Hou Xin said coldly. "But Aunt Zhu, who is in charge of procurement, is not from our side, if the saint sends someone to find out the problem of Mo, ask her, she will definitely point to me. This thing is only here for me, isn't it trying to put me in it? "Shopkeeper Rong was not fooled.

"You sell some ink strips to the ghost market, this thing is not unique to you, you can deny it. Besides, even if it was the East Window incident, Aunt Zhu insisted that you gave the ink, wouldn't you have already returned to your hometown by then? Rest assured, the people above won't let them go after you. A person who sells fakes is not worth thousands of miles of tracking by officers and soldiers. What's more, if they catch up with you, you will bring out what you did before, and it will be even more detrimental to us. ”

Sure enough, it was an idea for all parties to contain each other. Changfan nodded and said, "After this is done, don't look for me again." "It's a deal." Hou Xin said that at this moment, he regained his sincerity in Cuifeng Tower that day.

The next thing went according to plan, and that day Changfan sent the chapter to the stone messenger, and on the way back, he went to Rongzhizhai again. Shopkeeper Rong saw Changfan, made a look, and asked the guy to quietly bring him into the back warehouse. After a while, Shopkeeper Rong also arrived in the warehouse and said to Changfan: "The matter has been done?" "Yes, when I go back, I will replace the ink in the inkstone, and no one will know that it is the ink." The longsail seemed to be reassuring himself.

"Alas, what a wreck." Shopkeeper Rong sighed: "Lord Zhao is a rare clean official, but I was harmed by my own hands." He looked remorseful. When Changfan heard Shopkeeper Rong say this, he was also extremely guilty for a while, and he suddenly asked as if he remembered something: "Do you know who is the person with a scar on the bridge of his nose, and what kind of enmity he has with my master." ”

"You really don't know his identity?" "I don't know anything about him, I was deceived by him." The fear in Changfan's chest turned to anger: "You heard it that day, he threatened the slavery of my whole clan. Shopkeeper Rong remembered the conversation that day, and said helplessly: "Do you know about the Jiangning Long clan? "How's Long?" "Long's hands and eyes are all over the sky, and there are senior officials in the DPRK and China on them, and that person is the subordinate of the above." "Who's on top of him?" Changfan hurriedly asked.

Shopkeeper Rong glanced at Changfan suspiciously, and smiled: "Old man... I can't say that if you didn't send the cantata, but Lord Zhao sent it to cover my words, I can't sell it, and then I won't be able to survive anywhere. Changfan was anxious: "You don't believe me, if I don't go to send the chapter, where will I have the opportunity to come to you?" I can't stay long, so I'll go back. With that, he hurried away.

Back at the Zhao Mansion, Changfan kept thinking about the words of the shopkeeper, and he was in a daze all afternoon. Later, he suddenly remembered the matter of ink, so he walked to Zhao Qingzhou's study, and pretended to inadvertently pick up Zhao Qingzhou's inkstone and brush. "Changfan, you can put it away, there is still ink in it, no need to scrub it." Zhao Qingzhou saw that Changfan's spirit was a little weak, and he didn't want him to be tired. "Master, I have nothing to do at this time, I'm going to help you wash the pen and inkstone." Changfan tried to keep himself from showing guilt.

"Can't you rest if you have nothing to do?" Zhao Qingzhou said with a smile: "Don't disturb me reading, go and rest." Changfan ran out of ideas for a while, and it was not easy to harden his temper, which made Zhao Qingzhou suspicious, so he had to answer and put it back. There was still a chance, he comforted himself. But things developed too fast, far beyond Changfan's imagination, and the next morning, the news of the Shengshang's anger in the morning reached the mansion, and Changfan found that he had brought Zhao Qingzhou into the situation of nine deaths and one life.