Bypassing the bitter bamboo bushes in the courtyard, Bao Toad's face became more and more gloomy.

Song Zhong, the eighth son of the king, asked him to send someone but sent such a bunch of things, no wonder he asked him to invite the father and daughter again a few days ago, and he always shirked it for various reasons.

"Jin Zhu!" Bao Toad Gao shouted: "Bring Song Zhong's dog slave to the study for me!"

Without waiting for the golden bead that had just emerged from the corner to agree, Bao Toad was already rushing straight to his small courtyard with great momentum.

Just after the tea effort, Song Zhong had been tied up by two family members and taken into the study of the little marquis, and the square scarf that he wore on his head in the morning was also used as a gag object at the moment.

As soon as he saw the little marquis, Song Zhong suddenly burst into tears and kowtowed, and he didn't know what he was talking about. As he spoke, he kept kowtowing, and his head was bruised.

Bao Chan looked at this old slave who had been by his side since he was ten years old, and couldn't help but feel a little sad, and sighed: "Song Zhong, you have been by my side all these years, and the number of times my father has hugged me can be counted with one slap, but the number of times you hugged me is uncountable." Even when I was eleven years old, I was annoyed that you were nosy and deliberately changed your name to Song Zhong, and you didn't complain. ”

"Little Marquis" Song Zhong didn't know when he had already spit out the square scarf in his mouth: "The name of the little Marquis is a reward, how can there be good or bad." ”

"Everyone in this Huaiyin City says that I am reckless and have no king's law. Sometimes, even my dad doesn't believe me, but you do. Every time I was injured or sick, you went in the middle of the night to get the medicine, fried it into soup and delivered it. My father loved me, but he didn't believe me. But you ......"

"Little Hou Ye, don't say it. Song Zhong tilted his head to avoid the direction of Bao Chan: "This matter is not good for me to do, and Song Zhong is willing to be punished." Even if the little marquis asked me to die, Song Zhong had no complaints, but just begged the little marquis to bring my three or four-year-old nephew into the house as a small servant, which can be regarded as a stable place to go. After that, without waiting for Bao Toad to agree, he had already slammed into the corner of the table on the side.

Bao Toad turned his head suddenly, only to feel a basin of ice water pouring from his head to his feet. This person, who has been with him for six or seven years, has been lying on his side in a pool of blood, his legs twitching occasionally, obviously more qi coming out and less qi entering.

"Call Dr. Zhang!"

Li Laoer, who was kneeling in the hall, peeked at the expression of Guang Yihou who was sitting in the main seat.

Although Guang Yihou had a serious look on his face, he was not angry in the slightest. Li Lao Er couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this is the demeanor that the Hou Ye of the founding of the country should have, which is like his son.

A few days before the fight, they encountered the assassination of Li Yanguan at night, and in the past few days, he has been going back and forth between the government and Huaiyin City.

The heads of the families obviously didn't care about why Li Yanguan died, but were particularly interested in the blood book on the fold. Even the blood book is asking in detail about what the gesture is for each word. Fortunately, I still know a few big characters, so I can barely cope with the past.

Only Guangyihou, who only passed by the content of the blood book, and was not even very interested in the content of the song, choked back a set of rhetoric prepared by Li Laoer.

Hou Ye asked again and again, all of which were the situation on Chang'an Avenue that day. But they are a group of sub-servants and guards, even if they have practiced martial arts, who is really a serious martial artist?

can give Li Lao twenty guts, he doesn't dare to answer like this, he can only ask Guangyi Hou and answer by himself. If you don't remember it well, you should meditate hard and then answer.

Guangyihou also had a headache at the moment, and this Li Lao Er didn't know whether he was really confused or pretending to be confused, and asked for a long time, except that he knew that the killer was a woman with very high martial arts, wearing a red dress and an oil-paper umbrella. I don't know anything else, what age and height he looks like, he can't see it clearly. The most important thing is the number of this person's martial arts, and Li Lao Er can't tell the difference, he only knows that the sky is full of sword light. In this vast sea of people, it is not easy to find a woman who does not know her age, height and appearance.

Hou Ye sighed secretly, this is really yellow mud into the crotch of his pants, it's not but.

Seeing that Li Lao Er couldn't ask the reason no matter how much he asked, Guangyi Hou instructed the housekeeper Zhou Yu to take one or two pieces of silver and send Li Lao Er out of the house.

Li Lao Er hurriedly kowtowed to Hou Ye and thanked him, and happily followed Steward Zhou out.

Here, Hou Ye was just about to tell Zhou Yu to find the next witness, but a family member over there hurried to him and said, "Hou Ye! Steward Song is about to be beaten to death by Little Hou Ye!"

"Bastard!" Hou Ye slammed his palm on the table, and the table was full of pen, ink, paper, and inkstones: "Take me over!

"Hou Ye" said bitterly: "The little Hou Ye has already hurried out on horseback, and at this moment Steward Song is treating Dr. Zhang. ”

"Send someone to chase me! Even if this rebel escapes to the ends of the earth, he will catch me back!"

The leader of the guard king at home hurriedly received the order, and went out to beckon a team of people to chase the little marquis.