Please make decisions for us! ”

"Yes, my lord, Mr. Qinghe forged the approval letter of Li Jinbai's son, illegally sold the painting book, deceived our trust, made us do something wrong, and wronged Li Jinbai's son, which is really hateful."

"Yes, sir! In order to gain a good reputation, he even teamed up with others to pretend to be a monk of Chong'an Temple, and defrauded the money in the name of praying for us to accumulate virtue, which is really an unforgivable crime! ”

"I beg you to punish him severely!"

"Ask for mercy, give us justice, and give justice to Li Jinbai's son!"

“……”

The sound fell on Mr. Qinghe's ears, making him a little unsteady on his feet.

How so?

Why is this happening?

It was nothing like he had imagined.

He didn't let the two people in front of him do that?

Why did these two people bite him?

Could it be that someone looked at him unpleasantly and felt that he was climbing too high and too much of an eyesore, so they deliberately calculated him?

Yes, yes, it must be!

Thinking of this, Mr. Qinghe's face sank, and he spoke with a bit of urgency.

"My lord, I have never instructed the two of them to do such a thing, and I hope your lord will see it."

"What? Do you still have to put this responsibility on your unconscious steward at this time, and let him help you take the blame? ”

It was at this time that Erhuo on the side silently said this.

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Mr. Qinghe's eyes with disdain and disappointment.

Look, this is the Mr. Qinghe they have always liked before, the painter of the Great Qi Kingdom!

Who would have thought that his conduct would be so vicious!

In order to defend him, his steward was beaten to an inhuman form and passed out.

He didn't care about his steward at all, and he thought about taking this opportunity to blame the steward for his mistakes, so that the steward could help him take the blame?

Hehe!

After sensitively feeling the change in everyone's gaze, Mr. Qinghe instantly felt that his mentality was a little broken.

The original calm and calm grandeur can't be pretended.

He glared at Erhuo with some resentment, and his mouth chattered unwillingly.

"Shut up! It must be you, you're framing me, aren't you? ”

"Framed you? What are you kidding? Erhuo sneered and continued to speak.

"Did I ask you to forge the endorsement? Did I ask you to find these two people to deceive people? For my own purpose, I deliberately used Chong'an Temple as a gimmick, did I give you the idea? ”

"It's all your choice."

"Now that something goes wrong, you just put the blame on someone else's head as soon as you open your mouth. Good, that's good, what a Mr. Qinghe. ”

"Heh, I'm even a little skeptical now that the paintings that are circulating outside are from you."

"How can a person with an impure mind like you paint such a unique and charming painting?"

"It's no wonder that my son-in-law is willing to sign the contract between Journey to the West and Dream of Red Mansions with Yi Shugongzi, instead of you."

"You talk nonsense! You shut up! That's me! Hearing Erhuo say this, Mr. Qinghe's heart instantly became chaotic.

This secret is his biggest secret, how can others know?

No, it must not be passed on.

If it gets out, his life will be ruined.

Easy book, easy book, this nasty name again!

Obviously, the gray monkey told him that Yi Shu was dead, why did there be another Yi Shu who had been appearing in front of his ears and eyes.

Buzzing, like flies, it's annoying.

"Presumptuous! This official is still here, how can you hurt people at will. Zhang Yuge shouted and continued to speak.

"Mr. Qinghe, you have violated the laws of the Great Qi Kingdom, despised the imperial court officials, and deceived the court officials under the guise of helping everyone, and the evidence is conclusive, and now the official will teach you a lesson."

"Someone, beat him with thirty boards, and press him into the nearest prison here."

"Yes, sir." When Zhang Yuge came over, he brought someone with him.

At this moment, when those people heard his order, they immediately moved out a stool from the center of Qinghe, threw Mr. Qinghe on the stool, took the board and began to beat him.

"Well, my lord, I was wronged ......!"

After hitting the board, Mr. Qinghe's face instantly twisted in pain, and his fingers couldn't help but start to curl.

Before he could finish his words, someone stuffed something smelly into his mouth, and then he couldn't make a sound.

His buttocks hurt from being hit by the board, and in the end, cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and he was completely unconscious.

He felt like a fish on a board, unable to struggle, unable to die.

What seemed to be a little blurry in front of him, but his consciousness was surprisingly clear.

There were many voices ringing in his ears, those who mocked him, cursed him, disliked him, etc., etc.

Those disgusting words slapped him in the face mercilessly like a slap, making him dizzy.

At this moment, his face, his inside, the image that he has accumulated so hard over the years has been completely ruined.

It's all ruined!

When he thought of this, Mr. Qinghe's heart hurt like a pinprick.

He hated, he hated the nursing home of Li Jinbai's son's house that suddenly jumped out.

He also hates Li Jinbai!

If it weren't for that person who appeared against him, he should be infinitely beautiful at this moment, and he should be sought after and worshiped by everyone.

is not like now, like an old dog who is disliked by everyone, being pressed and beaten, without any image and dignity.

One day, he must take revenge!

Certain!

Thinking of this, Mr. Qinghe fainted.

Next, Zhang Yuge briefly dealt with the situation in front of him.

He sent someone to press Mr. Qinghe and the servants and stewards around him to the nearest prison from here.

Two people pretending to be monks of Chong'an Monastery were pressed and beaten with 50 boards and sent to prison together.

He also asked people to take out all the Dream of Red Mansions painting books that had not been approved by Li Jinbai's son, and burned them on the spot, and warned everyone by the way.

As for those who bought the Dream of Red Mansions painting book, Zhang Yuge remembered that they were ignorant, and they were also the injured party, so they were exempted from punishment.

He took the books in their hands and burned them together, and fined each of them two taels of silver as punishment.

As for the fines, he did not collect them on the spot, but warned those people that he would go to the nearest government office and take the initiative to hand them in.

If you conceal it and don't hand it over, once you are found out by the government, you will be imprisoned.

In this incident, everyone has seen the beginning and end of the matter with their own eyes.

Even Mr. Qinghe was beaten and pressed into prison, how could they, ordinary people, dare to oppose the government?

Those people were aggrieved, but they had to go to the government to pay the fine.

In the process, they couldn't help but scold Mr. Qinghe thousands of times!

After briefly dealing with this matter, Zhang Yuge left with someone.

Everyone saw that Li Jinbai's nursing home was about to leave, and they were all a little embarrassed to apologize to him.

Erhuo didn't pay attention to everyone, and after snorting coldly, he left this place directly.

He has completed his task for today, and he has to go back to report the situation to his wife.

As for these grass-like people, he doesn't have the slightest assertiveness and discernment, so he doesn't want to deal with these people!

Hum!

If it weren't for Madame's previous confession to him, he would have been eager to beat up all the people who had just spoken ill of their Madame in sacks.

Then all the sacks were strung into sugar gourds and thrown into the moat to feed the fish.

Hum!

I have to say that their wife is really too kind!

At this time, Mr. Qinghe's dog should be hammered to death directly!

Why did you leave him a little bit of life, so that he still has a chance to jump.

What else to say is that now is not the time, when Yi Shu really stands up, he will personally kill Mr. Qinghe.

Obviously, as long as Madame speaks, they can immediately rush to Mr. Qinghe's house, collect evidence, and then destroy him.

It's just that the master of his family wants to think about Yi Shu, saying that it is refreshing to let him, the bitter master, take revenge with his own hands.

Moreover, she wants to watch a good show.

I want to see Mr. Kiyokawa stumbling and then being trampled to death.

Uh, I'm really speechless.

Or to put it another way, he's actually a little sour!

None of her wives had ever treated him and Dahuo so attentively.

Now that he has done such a thing for a stupid Yi Shu, he is really jealous.

But Yi Shu's guy is still stupid, and he doesn't understand his master's hard work at all.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

No, when he goes back, he has to talk to Dahuo for a good time, and it is best to beat him up without affecting Yi Shu's painting.

It doesn't leave any wounds.

Well, that's right, that's it!

——

Erhuo left, but the people who stayed in place felt more and more that they were wrong, and regretted it all kindly.

Li Jinbai is such a good person, and he used to be the person they liked so much, but now he is hurt by them.

How can a person who can write such a good story be a person with a bad heart.

He's been so low-key, so silent, so hard.

For everyone's sake, I actually gave a 20% discount to the new Journey to the West script, which is a lot cheaper.

Thinking about the pricing of Journey to the West, and thinking about Mr. Qinghe's pricing for the Dream of Red Mansions painting book, they instantly became even more annoyed.

In the future, they must not casually suspect Li Jinbai's son.

In the future, they will take good care of Li Jinbai's son.

Oh, by the way, the only name of the painter recognized by Li Jinbai's son seems to be Yi Shu?

Even the person who supports Li Jinbai's son should be very powerful.

It seems that they can pay more attention to this person in the future.

"Let's go, while it's still early, let's go grab the update of the sketchbook of Journey to the West, if we don't go, what if we can't grab it for a while?"

After hearing someone say this in a low voice, the people standing in place reacted.

One by one, they began to run to the nearby bookstore.

That scene, that posture, is like a modern version of an urban marathon.