Zhu Xixiao dressed as a businessman, led by a fifty-year-old man, shuttled through the passage between the rows of looms.

"Boss Lu, the silk fabrics used in the palace now are all from our Shen Ji Weaving Workshop, and the Franco merchants only recognize us Shen Ji."

Zhu Xixiao also smiled politely: "I've heard of these for a long time, otherwise I wouldn't have made a special trip." Our Lu family in Guangdong is to open an iron workshop, the so-called 'interlaced like a mountain', in the next do not understand that your Shen Ji silk pattern is more exquisite than others, the price is cheaper, this quality can be guaranteed? ”

"Absolutely! Other looms can only weave two wefts at a time, but our Jacquard machine can weave seven wefts at a time, and only two people need to operate. When the efficiency goes up, the labor cost will naturally go down......"

Suddenly, a guy came running and came to the ear of the old man: "A young man who delivers silk is making trouble in front."

Zhu Xixiao smiled: "If you have something to do, go and get busy first, I want to appreciate these silk patterns carefully."

Looking at the old man who left in a hurry, Zhu Xixiao's face became solemn and hurriedly slipped towards the backyard.

Zhu Xixiao came to a stone wall, jumped on the wall, looked at the seemingly chaotic stone pile outside the wall, tried to reach out and use internal force to push, but did not move, the corner of his mouth showed a smug smile: "This is it!"

Zhu Xixiao jumped back into the courtyard, staring sharply at the wall stones, and reached out to press one of them. With a few mountain sounds, the stone of the wall was displaced, and a hole in the wall appeared that was one person high and three feet wide.

Immediately arrows rained down from the cave. Zhu Xixiao's eyes were cold, the corners of his mouth sneered, and his figure spun and rushed in.

Inside was a small stone house, with a stone table in the center, around which three men and one woman sat around. A young man in his early twenties stood opposite Zhu Xixiao with a long sword in his hand, and the tip of the sword was pointed directly at Zhu Xixiao's Adam's apple.

With a "bang", the arrow in Zhu Xixiao's sleeve fell to the ground, and he smiled faintly: "I haven't seen you for ten years, and the temper of the young master Qiu is still so urgent."

Looking at the arrows splashed all over the ground, the young man's hand holding the sword trembled: "What ten years ago, what young master, acquaintances quickly reported to their homes and explained their intentions, otherwise Hugh blames the young master for being ruthless under the sword."

The oldest of the three men stood up and shouted, "Qing'er, don't be rude, step down."

The young man immediately retreated obediently behind the old man.

"That's right, it's them, Xia Kecheng, the nephew of the former Shoufu Xia Yan, and his son Xia Chaoqing, and now the Wolf Dao Sect Master Qiu Ying and the Young Master Qiu Qing. The other three should be the three capable generals of Wolf Road: Shen Lei, who runs the weaving workshop, Wu Jian, who runs the tooth shop, and Mrs. Linglong, who runs the embroidery village. Zhu Xixiao secretly thought, and immediately humbly bowed his hand and said: "In the next surname Zhu, the capital people's family, ten years ago, when the 'Gengxu Change', the sect master and the young sect master lived in our mansion for some time, and inadvertently caused a fire."

Qiu Ying's face changed, and he waved his hand at Shen, Wu and the others: "You guys go first."

The three stood up, but none of them had any intention of leaving.

Qiu Ying said: "Zhu Gongzi has no malicious intent, otherwise these arrows fired by the mechanism just now would have fallen on us, not on the ground."

The three of them left with their hands in hand.

Qiu Ying immediately pulled his son to kneel in front of Zhu Xixiao's feet, and kowtowed three times.

Zhu Xixiao immediately leaned over and pulled up the father and son: "Senior, what are you doing, you can't do it."

Qiu Ying had tears in his eyes: "Back then, my uncle was framed by a traitor and beheaded in the city. If it weren't for the maintenance of Chengguo Gong several times, how could our father and son still have their lives, and we would have died in the flower-like years of the Duchess of Guoguo! How is Guogong now, he is still alone? ”

Zhu Xixiao's eyes were hot: "Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan, it is not a cloud." The second flower bush lazy review, half of the edge of the cultivation and half of the king. My brother is now all focused on official business, and every time my sister-in-law's birthday and death day, I go to Yunxia Villa to stay for a day, and I ...... Okay! ”

Qiu Qing helped his father back to the stone bench and said angrily: "Traitor, I, Xia Chaoqing, must break the Yan and Lu families into pieces."

Zhu Xixiao immediately made a silent action: "The young master's surname is Qiu, and you must keep this in mind at any time, in any situation, and in front of anyone."

Qiu Ying glared at his reckless son angrily, turned his head to Zhu Xixiao and said, "The old man heard that the second master is now serving in Jinyiwei, so this visit is something important, right?"

Zhu Xixiao nodded: "Shen Ji Weaving Workshop is cooperating with the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau, and the senior is the boss of the Sifang Money Village, and the younger generation wants some handles from Yang Jinshui, the director of the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau, can the senior help with this?"

Qiu Ying immediately said, "What's so difficult about this?" Then he turned to his son and said, "Go back to the house!"

Qiu Qing hugged the stone table with both arms and turned, and a tunnel appeared under the table, and the three of them left from the tunnel.

No one noticed that outside the stone house, Mrs. Linglong's ears were standing against the stone wall. His teeth had bitten his lower lip with blood, his eyes were burning with resentment, and his face was smiling with tears.

The night is like paint, and outside the back door of King Jing's mansion, standing