Xie Mingsheng stayed in the gambling house for two days, and won a few dice when he first entered. Kicking dozens of taels of silver in his arms, the sense of victory and defeat in his heart was bursting, and he played around a few gambling tables to win money until he was soft.

There is no hourglass or sunshine in the casino. It was all shouting and the sound of dice, and I was so hungry that I was offered tea and food.

Everyone in this underground bank has not been out of this thatched house for two days, and now it is dark and black and has not seen the sun for a few days, winning and losing, and winning and winning after losing a few handfuls.

It's always been involved between winning and losing.

During this period, I don't know how many people came, and how many people went numbly. He even squatted down and fell asleep in the corner of the wall.

Xie Mingsheng walked between a few gambling tables for only a quarter of an hour, and the dozens of taels he won lost again. I was pushed a few times by a few people and left the table, and my head was dizzy.

There was also a muscular middle-aged man guarding the other passage of the underground gambling house, and after being searched, he moved the stone door and let him out.

After going out, he opened the wooden door and the dazzling sunlight made Xie Mingsheng reflexively squint, and he took a deep breath of fresh air for a while, and then he felt that he was alive.

This is also an ordinary farmhouse, with a few farm tools in the yard, and it is not far from the main street when you walk out of the yard. You can clearly hear the shouting and selling from the street.

The housekeeper of General Su's Mansion is surnamed Mo, and the children in the mansion will call him Uncle Mo. His grandfather and father served the General Su Mansion faithfully all their lives.

Dafang's wife, the Zhao family, has been in charge of the housekeeper for several years, and she has not been able to completely dominate the Su General's Mansion because of the presence of Steward Mo.

Steward Mo was only seventeen years old when he was appointed as a housekeeper by General Su, and now he is over fifty years old, and he can be said to be loyal to General Su's Mansion. When the Zhao family took over some of the chores in the house, they wanted to be clever, but they were unceremoniously resolved by Steward Mo.

In the past, the three-room Tingzhu Courtyard never participated in the division of power in the house, and the two ladies in the big room and the second room fought for a little power and for the banquet.

The three houses, which have nothing to do with themselves, are now safe and sound, and they have some real power.

"According to the rules of the season and the past, at this time, it is necessary to change a batch of summer clothes for the people in each courtyard. Steward Mo can start handling this matter single-handedly. ”

Su Xiangsi looked at the registration of clothing and supplies, although the house does not restrict the clothing and clothing of each master, but General Su will still change a batch of new clothes for each master in the house at the time of each change of season.

Steward Mo bowed slightly and stood outside the bead curtain and bowed his head and said yes, and he had been in contact with this third lady for less than half a month, and he gradually admired it in his heart. is worthy of being a person who has been taking care of affairs, and everything is handled in an orderly manner, and I vaguely feel where the gap between the three young ladies is.

After thinking about the matter in his heart, he closed the book and continued to instruct: "Yesterday I asked my grandmother to come back and found that some of the servants' clothes had turned white and old, and it was time for the servants to change into a batch of new clothes. ”

Steward Mo's heart warmed a little, the replacement of the servant's clothes in the past was all his own work, and the ladies of each room had never thought about it.

"Thank you, Miss Three."

Su Xiangsi nodded, leaned back slightly on the circle chair and continued: "No one has anyone to buy two more pairs of clothes for the servants who do heavy work in the house, and the extra expenses are up to the bamboo courtyard. ”

Steward Mo thanked him again and again before he pushed out Su Xiangsi's house, and the pace of returning to the outer courtyard was much lighter and faster.

The catkins waved their hands at the little maids outside. The little maidens understood, walked out lightly, and closed the door tightly.

"Xie Mingsheng came out, and the layout diagram drawn in a hurry was a little sketchy."

As he spoke, he unfolded a map and put it on the table, on which was the terrain that Xie Mingsheng had roughly explored in the gambling house for two days.

Su Xiangsi held his chin and thought in his heart for a while, forget it, good people will do it to the end, help to the bottom.

Re-spread a piece of paper and write down a full sheet of paper with a few pens. Let Nanzhi be sent to Xie Mingsheng's hands.

Xie Mingsheng returned to the mansion and began to plan how to get rid of this gambling house underneath. Wang Shangshu had already handed in the letter of dismissal a few days earlier, and was closed in the house, and no one discussed the plan with him.

When I returned to the mansion from the Criminal Department, it was already sunset, and I rushed into the study to sort out the results of the discussion with the Shangshu of the Criminal Department. He had been in it for too short a time, and he had received too little information to act rashly.

There was too little useful news to discuss for a day, so Xie Mingsheng repacked the scattered letters on the table, and considered whether to go back to the gambling house for a few more days.

An apparently different piece of paper floated from the table to the floor, and he picked it up at random and looked at it, shocked.

What was written on it turned out to be how many people in the gambling house knew martial arts, how many people lurked at the entrance and exit, and even the description of the entrance was clearly written.

Xie Mingsheng was ecstatic, but also realized that his actions were known to others. Otherwise, someone would have delivered a pillow so just right when he needed it most.

I didn't care about other ideas, put away the note, and rushed to the Shangshu Mansion of the Criminal Department overnight.

Whenever Mu Jinchen appeared in Su Xiangsi's house on time during the second watch, he almost didn't bring his clothes to the bamboo courtyard.

The carved bed of the clinic has changed from one pillow to four large pillows and two blankets.

The candles in the middle of the room were illuminated, and the rosin added an extra spice to the incense burner, and the golden incense burner wafted a faint fragrance.

Rosin lowered the light curtain on the outside, separating the two inside.

The two of them sat at opposite ends of the bed, taking care of all kinds of busy things in their hands. Quiet is quiet, but it is not embarrassing, but I enjoy the quiet.

Since they expressed their hearts to each other, perhaps because they have known each other since childhood, they have become more and more natural and casual to get along.

Mu Jinchen's handsome bearing is extraordinary, and his tall body can't take his eyes off the pillow. Su Xiangsi's facial features are very clear, and the more she looks at it, the more she can't take her eyes off, and her temperament is impossible to ignore.

The coexistence of two talented people in the same room is really eye-catching.

The door curtain was opened, and Yu Yi bent into the house, and looked at each other with rosin and nodded to each other.

Two figures could be seen through the goose-yellow curtains, and Yu Yi stood outside, and his voice was indifferent: "Master, Wang Maohong is gone." ”

Su Xiangsi and Mu Jinchen glanced at each other, as expected.

After King Yu secretly went to see Wang Maohong, he had the bottom in his heart, and his life was saved. Staying in the cell and not being distracted, he bet that King Yu would do everything he could to get him out. Torture him a few days later or behead him directly, I am afraid that he will hand over the life-saving charm to save his life.

Dali Temple has "two uniques". One must be the method of torture, which emerges endlessly and is full of tricks. The second must is food, and after using up the torture tools that are comfortable all over the body, there is also food that tastes great.

Three meals a day, there is meat and soup at every meal, and the rice is fragrant and soft.

If he is not convicted of a crime, the prisoner will not want to be released from prison with this food.

Wang Maohong finished his meal as usual, lying on the wooden bed with shriveled sheets, always believing in his heart that King Yu would find a way to save his life, and it would be light to behead him for his crime.

Only an hour had passed, and he didn't pay attention to the faint discomfort in his stomach, followed by a sharp pain. He wanted to make a voice to the outside world, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spurted out a mouthful of blood, his eyes widened in disbelief that someone had poisoned him, and he opened his mouth and couldn't make a sound.

His hands slowly slipped off weakly, and the person on the simple wooden bed gradually lost his voice......

Only the mouth of a dead man does not reveal anything.