Chapter 18 There are dark ghosts in the heart, and there are dangers

Chapter 18 There are dark ghosts in the heart, and there are dangers

Leng Xuanrong quickly ran back to the room and pulled out the "night general" brush and stuffed it into her arms. When she came out of the room, she happened to see Zeng Yanliang come out of her father's room.

Leng Xuanrong ran over and said to Zeng Yanliang in a low voice, "It's about Li Duen and shopkeeper Han. Don't worry, I'll come as soon as I go. Don't go out!"

Zeng Yanliang was still very worried, but Leng Xuanrong put her finger in front of her mouth and made a silent gesture to him. Zeng Yanliang nodded and returned to the room.

Leng Xuanrong didn't dare to delay, so she installed a brush and opened the door and left the old house.

Outside, several government smen stood there with horses. Leng Xuanrong frowned, stepped out of the door, turned back and closed the door.

A governmentman asked coldly, "Where's your father?"

Leng Xuanrong turned around and bowed to these officials and replied, "My father is sick in bed, confused and inconvenient to move. Everything is done by the little woman alone. Please forgive me and let me take a brush to the county government office to talk back."

The yabu that just spoke seemed to be very dissatisfied. He let go of the reins of the horse and stepped forward and said to Leng Xuanrong, "The third son made it clear. Let's take your Leng's father and daughter and that brush back. Can this be enough for you to say 'consideration'? Even if your father climbs..."

Before he finished speaking, a governmentman next to him stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

"Forget it, just ask clearly."

Leng Xuanrong heard that the voice was the person who comforted her just outside the door. She looked up and found that this person was still a little familiar. Recalling it carefully, Leng Xuanrong remembered that this person was the person on duty who joked with Zeng Yanliang when she went to the sman's room to find Zeng Yanliang.

He waved his hand at several people behind him, probably to let them muddle along.

Several government messengers behind him didn't say anything more. They led their own horses and turned over their horses.

Leng Xuanrong was carried on his horse by the government, and the group rushed back to the county government in the night.

After arriving at the county government, someone came out to meet them. The government officials went back to the class room, but Leng Xuanrong was not taken to the lobby in front of the county government.

A subordinate in black coarse cloth clothes greeted the government officials and took Leng Xuanrong around to the private house behind the county government, and then entered the small door of the private house into the yard.

As soon as she stepped into the yard of the county government's private house, Leng Xuanrong couldn't help shivering.

She felt extremely disgusted, and all the painful memories she left in this yard in her previous life suddenly surged up.

Leng Xuanrong restrained the idea of escaping. As the servant bypassed several corridors, he entered a moon gate.

The other side of the moon gate is full of bamboo.

After taking two steps forward, something suddenly flashed by. Leng Xuanrong slowed down and looked left and right.

Under the cold moonlight, the surface of these bamboos flashed coldly. Leng Xuanrong found that the bamboos on the roadside against the bluestone were full of sword marks.

Looking at these vertical marks, it seems that you can immediately feel the irritation in the owner's heart.

And in the middle of these bamboos, there is a long sword clearly inserted.

Leng Xuanrong frowned and looked up. Far away, a small bamboo building on the second floor seemed to be the residence of the owner of the yard.

I don't know what craftsman built this small bamboo building. Many bamboos are twisted, and this small bamboo building has neither doors nor windows.

Although Leng Xuanrong has been to this private house in her previous life, she has been to this yard since the future.

However, seeing such a scene, Leng Xuanrong also guessed who lived in this yard.

The most famous weirdo in Ganyan County, the third son of the Liang family.

Leng Xuanrong frowned more tightly. When she heard that the person she was going to bring her was Mr. Liang Sanzi, she had begun to consider countermeasures. The dispute between Li Duen and the shopkeeper Han should be regarded as a matter between merchants and should be handed over to the county magistrate.

Leng Xuanrong prefers that the county magistrate Liang Qiurong will come forward with this matter, because she knows far more about Liang Qiurong than this third son of Liang.

But now she has been taken to Liang Sanzi's residence, and Leng Xuanrong doesn't know where things are going to go.

After the servant returned to the house, he let Leng Xuanrong in.

Leng Xuanrong carefully stepped on the creaking bamboo board floor and followed the servant all the way to the bamboo building.

Although the bamboo building did not look very big from the outside, Leng Xuanrong found that the bamboo building was like a big tube inside, and the aisle alone was very long.

When Leng Xuanrong finally followed the servant to the door of a room and stopped, Leng Xuanrong was already sweating profusely.

The servant opened the door and let Leng Xuanrong in. Leng Xuanrong stood in front of the door and saw three people sitting in the room.

She stagnated and almost hit the door frame.

There are four chairs in the small bamboo house, and there is nothing else.

The room is dark, only the moonlight through the cracks in the wall. Leng Xuanrong rubbed her eyes and barely saw the faces of the three people.

Li Duen sat opposite the door. As soon as the door opened, he happened to meet Leng Xuanrong's sight. Li Duen frowned slightly and raised the corners of his mouth, as if he wanted to say hello to Leng Xuanrong. But he looked at the two people next to him again and immediately gave up the idea.

The person sitting on Li Duen's left hand side, Leng Xuanrong looked twice and still felt a little afraid to recognize.

The man's whole face was swollen, and the big red prints on his face were clearly recognizable.

Leng Xuanrong took a step forward to make sure that this person was the shopkeeper of Han. She sighed in her heart that this Li Duen was really a gangster in the market, and he was really ruthless.

At this moment, the man sitting in the darkest corner of the room stood up and walked to Leng Xuanrong and said loudly, "This must be a cold girl!"

Leng Xuanrong was shocked, stepped back and turned her head to look over, only meeting a man with thin eyebrows and fox eyes standing in front of him.

Three sons of Liang.

Leng Xuanrong's impression of this person still stays in the memory of her previous life.

At that time, Zeng Yanliang had been beheaded and shown to the public, and Leng Xuanrong's father was also killed. Leng Xuanrong was brought to the house by the county magistrate Liang Qiurong. Liang Qiurong was bent on asking her where the things in her father's hand were hidden, but at that time, Leng Xuanrong suffered the blow of losing two close relatives in a row, and her mind was a little unclear. Chu, so Liang Qiurong could only put her under house arrest.

It was at that time that Leng Xuanrong saw this third son Liang.

In the impression of Leng Xuanrong, Mr. Liang always smiles, but his smile is always different.

Sometimes it is naive like a child, and sometimes there is a chill in the smile.

Today, Mr. Liang also had a smile on his face. The blue moonlight shone through the cracks in the bamboo house, and Leng Xuanrong couldn't help shivering.

"Hahaha... Cold girl, don't be afraid."

The third son of Liang raised his hand to hold Leng Xuanrong's sleeve and freed his other hand to swing the servant who came with Leng Xuanrong. The servant closed the door and retreated. Then Mr. Liang dragged Leng Xuanrong to the chair and sat down.

The four of them sat in four directions. Mr. Liang sat south with his back to the wall of the transparent bamboo house, while Leng Xuanrong was pressed by him in the north position. To the east is Li Duen, and to the west is the unseeable shopkeeper Han.

The atmosphere in the room was strange and awkward, and Leng Xuanrong hardly dared to breathe loudly. Not only her, but also Li Duen and Han seem to be very nervous.

At this time, Mr. Liang said, "Three, you don't have to be so nervous. As you all know, I have no official position and no right to interrogate you. I'm looking for the three of you today, just chatting. Chat."

Leng Xuanrong peeked at Li Duen and saw that he pretended to be calm, but his clenched hands completely exposed his mood.

Looking at the Korean shopkeeper, his face probably hurts so much that he sweated profusely.

Mr. Liang San continued with a smile, "I can't count what I just said on the street. As you know, the people around me know that I am the third son of the county magistrate's family, so I can't see you two make such a big noise but turn around and leave without saying anything. Right? You two can't blame me. If you want to blame me, just blame the provocative person.

Mr. Liang said this and deliberately paused for a moment.

Leng Xuanrong didn't think well. As soon as she looked up, she saw Li Duen staring straight at her.

Leng Xuanrong doesn't know how much Mr. Liang knows. If his father's identity is known by this person, I'm afraid it will be a big trouble. Leng Xuanrong can only silently pray in her heart that the Li Duen and shopkeeper Han did not shake everything out.

Mr. Liang looked at Li Duen and then at Leng Xuanrong. He seemed to think of something and asked Leng Xuanrong, "Miss Leng, the reason why they two said that the quarrel was a brush that can tell stories? Did you bring that brush?"

When all three people except Mr. Liang heard what he said, their faces showed a moment of sluggishness.

A brush that can tell stories...

For good, Leng Xuanrong knew that Mr. Liang was a strange man, so he immediately reacted, took out a brush from the sleeve and handed it over.

When the shopkeeper Han saw that Leng Xuanrong easily sent the brush to the third son who said "storytelling brush", his heart suddenly shrank. He didn't even think about it. He took a step forward, grabbed the box containing the brush and held it in his arms, and looked at Mr. Liang Sanji warily.

Leng Xuanrong and Mr. Liang were shocked by Mr. Han's behavior. Mr. Liang frowned and asked coldly, "Shopkeeper Han, what do you mean?"

At this time, shopkeeper Han reacted. He looked at the three people sitting opposite him and said in a trembling voice, "This... this brush is a very precious thing... and... please show mercy..."

"I haven't made it clear yet. What do you want me to show mercy?" Mr. Liang showed a dissatisfied expression and looked at the shopkeeper Han and said, "Do you think you are wrong, or do you think I am an unlearned person who will destroy good things casually?"