Huang San in the back hall of the medical hall gritted his teeth and swallowed that breath, and he really came back to life......

Huang San felt very wronged! NND…… Yan Baihua is the old concubine who was good when she was young! Can ...... now A scoundrel actually snatched away the old concubine's head......

Today, a little turtle boy hurriedly came to his window to spread the word, saying that the old man sent someone to call him to the room...... Huang San, who was full of joy, washed up and just went upstairs, but was actually blocked by that pickled Zhao Cai!

Dog's day, snatching the favor of the flower girl, and stopping our family from drinking leftovers and soup?

After a few beatings, Zhao Cai casually picked up a wooden stick that happened to be placed at the door of the old bustard...... knocked Huang San, who was like a mad dog, to the ground with a stick, and the old bustard came out to take a look when he heard the sound...... Good guy, the old good-looking brain was almost punched out!

In the confusion, Huang San fell to the ground...... It seems that someone has smashed a stick on his head again! Immediately passed out.

Several forbidden troops from the military patrol shop entered Zixuan Tower and took Zhao Cai away with Sun Zhutou of Kaifeng Mansion. Chunniang came forward to intercede, and Sun Zhutou temporarily let go of the old bustard Yan Baihua...... The medical hall sent someone to urge the cost of dressing the decoction medicine, and Mr. Li was very busy.

The old bustard Yan Baihua was also angry to death, but now he didn't have the face to come out and walk around, so he only closed the door and scolded and cried...... Angry, Mr. Li flicked his sleeves and went back to the backyard.

Song Wen stepped forward and said, "Mr. Li, there is such a big thing in the building, and I was caught up by Sun Zhutou again...... I'm afraid that the eldest lady will not be able to get rid of it easily! It's not okay if there is no bustard in this building, and we have to prepare to open the door tomorrow at noon! ”

Mr. Li snorted coldly: "Yan Baihua, this waste...... It's okay to rectify some slave women, but it's so embarrassing to hook up at such an age...... But except for her, the rest of the grandmothers in the building can't be used? ”

Song Wen said softly: "What about Mama Li, who is the oldest in the side courtyard?"

"She? No, no, no...... The proprietor told her to ...... Forget it, tomorrow I will let the teapot steward and Zhou Niangzi, who is most familiar with welcoming guests, take a look. In addition, Brother Wen has worked hard to help out these days! ”

Song Wen bowed and saluted: "This is Song Wen's duty, Mr. is polite."

Song Wen went back to the backyard, but turned around and pushed open the door of Xiao Fuzi and Brother Ming'er's small house, and the two teenagers were sitting together a little nervously in the dark.

Song Wen closed the door in the dark, and said to Xiao Fuzi: "Yes, lead Zhao Cai and Huang San to meet at the door of the old bustard...... You're doing a great job! However, Xiaofuzi ...... Huang San's head seems to have been smashed twice, and the second time was also smashed by Zhao Cai? ”

Xiao Fuzi's eyes seemed to be shining in the dark, and he shook his head and said, "The second time, I smashed it!"

"Why?"

Xiao Fuzi's voice was a little nervous and hoarse, and he got up and replied: "The old bustard and Zhao Cai and Huang San have bullied us a lot, and Zhao Cai has left his hand...... I think Brother Wen arranged it so carefully, if it was because Huang San didn't have anything to do, it would be in vain...... Didn't you delay my brother's big event? ”

Song Wen was silent for a long time, but he still nodded: "It's not bad, let's do it first!" But in the future, don't make your own decisions! ”

Xiao Fuzi was stunned for a moment, then stood up and bowed to salute...... "Xiao Fuzi knows that he is wrong!" ”

To appease the two teenagers, Song Wen asked them to go back to rest first and not make any mistakes in the past few days, and then waited alone behind the window.

In the dead of night, when it is almost ugly, it is ...... At the staircase next to the old bustard Yan Baihua, a black shadow quietly crawled out of the gap at the bottom of the stairs, and then lightly and silently touched the backyard of Zixuan Building, and knocked on Song Wen's small window.

Through the window paper, Song Wen asked softly, "How?"

The black shadow lowered his voice: "There is no trace, but that little guy is extremely ruthless, and the little official must beware of ...... in the future."

Song Wen nodded: "I'm sorry brother, when I go back, please thank Mrs. Heping on my behalf, and the rest of the things ...... We're not going to meddle. ”

"Little one knows!"

The black shadow cat's waist climbed out of the courtyard wall through the shadow and disappeared.

Xiaofuzi made up for it, but it almost broke Song Wen's arrangement. Originally, this man in black was arranged by Song Wen to come in and prepare to take the blame, who knew that Xiaofuzi hid in the dark and directly attacked Huang San, who had been knocked to the ground in the dark......

As for Sun Zhutou, it was arranged casually by Zhao Shenyan...... This guy has been idle in Bianliang all day long, and he is very familiar with these fast military patrol shops. casually took the place where he was angry in Zixuan Building, and he was sprinkling a handful of silver to let Sun Zhutou find a little bad luck in Zixuan Building!

On the second day, Song Wen stood in his room with his hands in his hands, looking coldly at the old bustard Yan Baihua in front of him......

"Brother Wen, the old slave knows that you are a celebrity in the building now...... Raise your noble hand and let the old slave go! Big Lady ...... What the big lady does, the old slave really doesn't know! ”

Song Wen just looked at this old dogleg coldly, waiting for news...... As soon as the door curtain was lifted, Xiaofuzi walked in and threw a burden to the ground with a snap!

"Brother Wen, this is the money that this old thing hides in the room, and there are also gold and silver jewelry lost by a few girls......"

"Ahh The old slave should die, the old slave should die! Brother Wen, Brother Wen, you hold your hand high...... Let the old slave die! ”

Song Wen smiled and said: "Because of the eldest lady, Zhao Caihuang and Huang San almost died in a jealousy fight, you all know what Mr. Li means...... Yan Baihua can't get mixed up anymore, if she is cleaned up by the master's family, you, the old minion, will only be worse than her! And these stolen items...... It's enough for you to eat a stick and then send it to Cangzhou Mansion! But...... If you can explain Yan Baihua's silver accounts over the years...... I can go to Mr. Li to intercede and let you quietly get out of here with this money! Do you understand? ”

"Old slave...... Old Slave ...... Afraid of lawsuits......"

"Then be honest and explain clearly the money that Yan Baihua has been greedy for ink in Zixuan Building in the past few years and the evil things he has done...... I'll keep you safe! ”

In the back hall, Mr. Li had a cold face, staring at the old slave kneeling on the ground, listening to how much money Yan Baihua had embezzled in the past few years, and how many kickbacks the girl had eaten in private...... How much money was reported, all of them were clearly explained.

Even Yan Baihua usually asked her to go to which silver building to exchange for gold and silver, and then which money bank to store it in.

Mr. Li's face turned pale, shook his head and said, "I can't think of it!" This Yan Baihua is so greedy...... The proprietor's income does not exceed seven or eight hundred taels a year, and she can be greedy for four or five hundred taels of ink as an old bustard......"

This is not counting the money she used in the building to support Huang San and several other henchmen, plus deducting the rewards from the guests to the girl and the servants...... Mr. Li, Mrs. Yan may not earn less than the proprietor at the end of the year! ”

Song Wen made up for it in a timely manner and stabbed it fiercely.

Mr. Li knew that if this matter was not handled well, he was afraid that the owner would not spare him. If it weren't for the rolling wealth brought by Song Wenxin, he would have won the red card of Chunniang on Wazi Street...... Maybe you have to roll up the cover and be driven away!

"Come on, take Yan Baihua to the side courtyard to take care of it! Without my order, she is not allowed to move around at will, this Zixuan Building is not her Yan Baihua's property...... Brother Wen, it just so happens that the proprietor's children in Bianliang want to meet you, so you can accompany me in the afternoon...... Let's go and see you together. ”