"Girl, you don't want to redress the Lin family, do you?" Boss Mei looked bitter and helplessly persuaded, "Child, you are still too young to know the sinister world, we ordinary people can't fight, and if we make a big fuss, we will only put our own lives into it." Don't be presumptuous, you know? The wicked have their own evil retribution. They have done these hurtful things, and sooner or later they will suffer the consequences. ”

Boss Mei's intentions, Chu Lange can understand.

Throughout the ages, officials have protected each other.

And a girl who is not deeply involved in the world, has no power, no power and no connections, and there is nowhere to apply for grievances. With a breath of resentment, I went to the yamen to complain, I was afraid that not only would I not be able to redress my grievances, but I would most likely lose my life.

"Thank you Aunt Mei for the reminder, I understand."

Chu Lange chatted for a while before getting up and saying goodbye.

Boss Mei didn't hide it from Chu Lange, and what he said was also the truth.

In fact, Chu Lange had found out about these things earlier, and he came here again just to come and confirm it in person. As for the identities of those two women, Chu Lange knew it in his heart.

The fifteen or sixteen-year-old female guest that Boss Mei saw for the first time should be Nangong Lian'er.

Nangong Lian'er had a grudge with Chu Lange last time, if she didn't worry about what happened last time, the children wouldn't believe it. When I went out outside, I occasionally bumped into Mama Lin, and I suddenly felt malicious. Chu Lange regretted a little, he should have killed her with a knife. In this way, there will be no aftermath and killing Mama Lin.

Another woman wearing a veil must be the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Nangong Lian'er and Song Qinghe are in the same women's hospital.

It's not surprising that the two know each other.

Mama's death is not a conspiracy, nor has a purpose, it is just the vicious heart of the two women who are born for a while, and treat human life as a mustard.

Will Lan Ge forgive them?

No.

But will she kill two people in person to get revenge? Nor will it.

The death of a person is not the most terrible, the most terrible thing is - life is better than death.

She will let them taste what life is better than death!

A few days later, the teahouse and restaurant in Beijing were still boiling and talking about the war in the northwest. However, in the midst of this conversation, a very shocking gossip suddenly emerged, and it was said that the only relative left in the capital by Qin Gongzi, who had defeated the enemy army, had been innocently killed in the street two months earlier.

Recently, this mysterious Qin Gongzi has attracted a lot of attention.

As soon as this news came out, it spread very quickly.

In the end, countless people cried out for Qin Gongzi.

Qin Gongzi went to the battlefield to kill the enemy bravely, and he defended Xiao Guo but couldn't protect his relatives, what kind of livestock killed Qin Gongzi's relatives? What is the principle of heaven? Where's the justice?!

The sky has no eyes.

Rumors, just rumors.

There was a lot of talk, but no one went to investigate it, because Jingzhao Mansion did not receive a report.

The Imperial Study.

A secret report, placed on the dragon case.

After Emperor Yuan flipped through it, he smashed it directly on Prime Minister Song.

Song Cheng picked it up and checked it with trepidation, and was stunned when he flipped through it.

The Prime Minister hurried out of the palace and returned home.

As soon as he entered the house, he asked his subordinates where the wife of the house was.

When he saw the beautiful and graceful young lady, he immediately ordered the door to be closed.

"Sir, you're back." The new lady had a flattering smile on her face and called out to the lord delicately.

But today, when the old man in her mouth met, she slapped her without saying a word.

"Smack!"

Her whole body was sluggish, "Master, you ......"

Prime Minister Song trembled his fingers, and he couldn't get angry.