"How so?!" Song Yuanwai looked at the vermilion self on the account book, only to feel that his eyes were black, and his body staggered back and fell on the chair. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā

The housekeeper looked at Song Yuanwai, whose face was pale and his chest was rising and falling violently, and his face was also ugly.

"I don't know why, our smuggling of salt has been investigated, and now the official messenger in the capital has arrived at the grain store in our city, and I heard that it will also be closed for a while. And ......" The butler paused, and then stopped.

"What else, hurry up!" When Song Yuan saw the housekeeper's hesitant appearance, he knew that what he was going to say next was definitely not a good thing, and he thought in his heart that it was all like this, no matter how bad it was, could he not take it over?

"A group of officials came to the store today, saying that someone used the things in the rouge shop, and as a result, people died."

"What?!" Song Yuanwai's head hurt and fainted directly.

…

Outside the Song family's rouge shop, a group of servants and an old man with white hair stood at the door.

The old man complained with tears in his eyes about the evil deeds of the Song family, saying that his daughter died because of the son of the Song family, and his niece lost her life because of the things in the Song family's rouge shop, and the Song family did not have a good thing!

"Old man, you speak slowly, don't be in a hurry." The official who took the lead had upright facial features and was upright, and after hearing the evil deeds of the Song family, he frowned in disgust.

This old man is the uncle of the woman who died with rouge, and the old man's daughter also died at the hands of Song Gongzi of the Song family.

At that time, the death of the old man's daughter was also well known, but the Song family had a good means to help the poor and beggars at the gate of the Song Mansion, so that the people in the city thought that they were really kind, and then sent someone to the old man's house and gave him a lot of money and food and cloth, which was considered to comfort him.

The old man's only daughter died, so naturally they didn't follow him, but they sent thugs to come over at night and beat the old man to intimidate and threaten him.

In fact, the person in this cry is only a little over forty years old, but he looks like an old man in the twilight, all because he died first his daughter, and then he lost his niece, and he turned white overnight under grief.

The Song family's rouge shop was spread on the lively street, and people came and went on the street, and when they heard the movement here, the gossipy passers-by surrounded and pointed at the rouge shop.

On the other side of the street, Song Xiuxiu was followed by several burly men, but she looked lost and depressed.

She has been looking for it for so long, why hasn't she found the man in ink, and it's okay to find the beautiful man with a fishtail, why not.

Song Xiuxiu patted her head and looked for it on the street again.

As she walked, she walked to her own rouge shop, and when she saw many people outside the rouge shop, she also let the beautiful man go and walked over to investigate.

As soon as he walked out of the crowd, he heard the old man accusing the Song family, and it happened that the old man said the most emotional place, Song Xiuxiu heard it, and immediately became angry, and rushed over to grab the old man's collar and slapped him on the pale face:

"Stinky old man, don't talk nonsense here, where does our Song family need to apologize to you lowly poor people! Sling the bull! Song Xiuxiu was angry, pushed the old man's thin body, and stepped on his stomach again, still feeling unrelieved.

Just when she wanted to step on it again, the official who reacted stopped her: "Miss Song, don't kick again, otherwise I will have to take you back to the yamen to eat in prison." ”