Yan Saburo's face was solemn, "If you read correctly, this book places you and him side by side in the left and right halves of the same circle, which presumably implies that there is some connection between the two of you. ”

Zhao Feng scratched his head, looking confused.

What will be the intersection between him and the generals of Liang State?

At this moment, a woman outside the rice porridge shop led several men in, also disgraced. She swept her gaze in the store and locked on Zhao Feng.

She rushed over and pointed at Zhao Feng's nose and scolded: "It's you, your lantern shop caught fire, and even our people were burned clean!"

Zhao Feng waved his hand again and again: "Auntie, the cause of the fire is still being investigated." But I patrol three times a day in my shop, and there is no open fire. We've been running a store in our hometown for decades, and we've never had anything like this happen. ”

"Didn't you say no? Didn't the original longevity material shop and the second-hand book shop all open well? Why did you catch fire when you came?" The woman was about to pull his collar, "More than a dozen people in my family, all pointing to the shop to make a living, you are cutting off our way of life, lose money, lose money!"

She spat on the stars, Zhao Feng couldn't help but take a step back, and a few men on the side immediately stepped forward to surround him in the middle.

These people didn't look at each other well, as if they could beat him up at any time. Zhao Feng only has one Huang Da and Huang He here, and they look stronger, as for Yan Sanlang, he is a child, and it is impossible to interfere in the fight of adults.

Besides, Huang Da is someone else's subordinate, so why should he support him? Zhao Feng knew that he was alone at this time, and he had no confidence in his heart, but he still had to grit his teeth and say: "There is no evidence, you said that my shop was on fire, and I also said that it was a deliberate arson by outsiders." It is the suspects who should be held responsible, and they are the ones who should compensate us for our losses!"

He can't bear this responsibility, otherwise the loss of one household will not be finished, and all the affected businesses on the street will come to him one by one.

This precedent cannot be set, and besides, he is also a bitter master.

The woman was furious, and the man next to her immediately started to push, Huang Dahu stood up and slapped their hands away: "Stop!"

While several people were arguing, the white cat jumped in from the window, meowed twice beside Yan Saburo, and rubbed all the black ash on his body to him by the way.

The fire was dirty and dead, and she walked in it with white hair, and she had to scratch a few times.

I have to take a shower when I go back!

Yan Saburo immediately said to the woman: "There are traces of kerosene splashing and burning in the fire, and it is indeed arson." ”

His voice was not loud, but it could still be heard clearly in the ears of everyone present in the woman's high-decibel shout. The woman was stunned, and did not have time to think about the abnormality, so she only looked down at him.

This boy is dressed in brocade clothes, with servants and cats by his side, and he is obviously a rich and noble child, unlike Zhao Feng, who can be scolded by her. She said angrily: "What does the child know?" Besides, this little ghost and Zhao Feng sat together to talk about things, and they looked like they were in a group, of course they helped Zhao Feng speak.

"I just passed by the fire, and I listened to what the poor master said. Yan Saburo saw the distrust in her eyes, who is serious about what the child says?" ”

The woman was stunned for a moment, and a man behind her walked out quickly.

After less than half a cup of tea, the man walked back and said in a low voice: "The poor master did say that there were traces in the fire, and there were still people in and out of the shop last night, this is not an accident. ”

Yan Saburo pointed out the door: "Zhao Feng and you are both bitter masters, you should go and claim compensation from the arsonist." ”

The woman was unwilling: "Who knows when the official office will be able to catch the culprit?" It was not Zhao Feng's responsibility to start the fire, and her momentum was weakened.

"There is a wrong, and there is a debtor. Huang Dachong glared at her, "What's more, Zhao Feng is so poor that he burns all his belongings, if you ask him to pay, he can't afford it." ”

Looking at Zhao Feng's appearance, he is indeed as depressed as her. Then the woman closed her mouth, exhaled heavily, and led the man away.

"The shop is on fire, could it have something to do with that book?" Huang He said suddenly, "Otherwise, we just wanted to track down the books, and the lantern shop would be burned to the ground, and there is such a clever thing in the world?"

"Which book?" suddenly interjected at the door.

Everyone turned around and saw a beautiful woman standing at the door of the rice porridge shop, with a long body.

Except for Huang He, everyone can recognize her as Feng Lingzhao, the ninth lady of the Feng family, that is, Yang Xiangliang's sister-in-law. Yan Saburo visually judged that this girl's height was about to catch up with a thousand years old.

"Miss Nine. Zhao Feng called her,

Feng Lingzhao is wearing green clothes today, and there is no redundancy in the tailoring. She swept everyone in the store with a wonderful look, stayed on Zhao Feng's face and body for a little longer, and then hummed, Shi Shiran walked in. Zhao Feng was glanced at by her like this, and he was unconsciously a little cramped, and his hands had nowhere to put them.

It seems that every time Miss Nine can bump into his most embarrassed and depressed side. Zhao Feng smiled bitterly, should he get used to it?

This woman's steps are steady, her chest is high, her head is high, she is obviously wearing beautiful curves, and she has walked out of the feeling of heroic posture, and her gait is completely different from that of ordinary girls.

"Little one. Feng Lingzhao asked Yan Saburo, "Which little boy are you?"

"My surname is Shi. Yan Saburo blinked, "I live in the East Spring Hall of the city." ”

Is there a big family surnamed Shi in Chunming City? Miss Feng Jiu couldn't think of it, and she didn't care: "What book did you just talk about?"

"Nothing. Yan Saburo actually laughed very cheerfully, "I want to ask Zhao Gongzi to borrow a book, come over today to take a look, it's no fun." ”

Indeed, Feng Lingzhao also saw the tragic situation of the lantern shop, not to mention one book, even ten books and hundreds of books turned to ashes, and she didn't ask more questions at the moment. However, the man next to Yan Saburo is a little familiar, as if he had only seen it not long ago.

The look in this man's eyes at her was a little fierce.

Feng Lingzhao suddenly remembered, the first time he asked Zhao Feng to ghostwrite a letter, this man had just carried two lanterns out of his shop, and his eyes were the same as today.

Did she offend this person?

And this man is still a subordinate of Young Master Shi, is this boy having a gap with her?

She has offended too many people, she can't remember it clearly, is there a surname Shi in it?

Traction of thoughts, Feng Lingzhao turned these many thoughts in his mind, and listened to Zhao Feng said: "Miss Nine is here today, but do you need Zhao's service?"

"Hmm? No. Feng Lingzhao came back to his senses and pointed outside, "I sent a few suspects of arson, and they have been handed over to the official family." ”

Zhao Feng was surprised: "Suspect, is it ......?"

"That's right, it's the ones I kicked out of the lantern shop yesterday. Feng Lingzhao's expression was sorrowful, "I already warned them yesterday, but I dared to set fire to it in the middle of the night!"

Zhao Feng was overjoyed and solemnly saluted her: "Thank you, Miss Nine!"