Chapter 55 Three palms for gambling, three feet for words

Chapter 55 Three palms are gambling, and three feet are words

Leng Xuanrong accepted the silver pin, which was the biggest motivation for Zeng Yanliang to search the mountain. He must find clues and wash away his grievances as soon as possible. As Zhao Hanwu said, he must stand in front of people openly, seek justice for his brothers, and then marry Leng Xuanrong openly.

With this intention, Zeng Yanliang is full of fighting spirit.

All three teams took good applications and rode on fast horses to leave Yan County.

Zeng Yanliang took the team given to him and went straight to the site of the robbery. Zeng Yanliang felt that even if it had been searched by the county government officials, there might be some clues left.

However, when they got there, they found that the officials of the county government were really digging three feet of land here.

All the fallen leaves originally piled up here have disappeared, and even the ravines next to them seem to have been cleaned up. The nearby mountains and trees were also affected, and it seemed that even birds and beasts did not dare to approach. Now it's time for spring flowers to bloom, but this is the only place where even a weed doesn't grow.

Zeng Yanliang and others looked at this desolate scene and couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing.

In this way, no clues will remain.

Zeng Yanliang took this team to stay here for a night and headed deeper into Fengquanling the next day, hoping to find something

Mr. Dou was very surprised to learn that Du Yilin asked his men to search in Fengquanling.

"Your Majesty, you should know that it has been thoroughly turned over several times by the county magistrate. Even if your guards go there, what can you find?"

Du Yilin just shook his head with a smile, but instead of answering, he changed the topic.

"I heard that the county in Yanyan is getting lively?"

Mr. Dou knew that Du Yilin just didn't want to say this, and he didn't force him to ask. He nodded and said, "Yes, it must be because you told Mu Han that..."

"Mu Han?" Du Yilin came to Mr. Dou and looked at him and asked softly, "It's kind enough. Who is Mu Han?

Mr. Dou's expression stagnated, turned his head to avoid Du Yilin's sight, and said impatiently, "It's Liang Qiurong's third son who came that day."

"Yes." Du Yilin stood up straight, shook his hand and folded the fan, turned his hand behind his back, and said coldly, "Although I live in your broken study for the time being, it's not to make friends. If you leak the news here to the Mu Han in your mouth, don't blame me for turning against others.

Mr. Dou stood behind Du Yilin and stared at him fiercely, snorted, and arched his hand, "Since the prince can't believe it, it's not difficult to do it. I heard that the county magistrate has prepared the best residence in the county for the prince.

As soon as Du Yilin heard this, he suddenly turned around and grabbed Mr. Dou's wrist and said angrily, "Are you driving me away?"

Mr. Dou did not flinch at all, "You asked for it!"

The two looked at each other and stared at each other for a long time. Du Yilin suddenly sneered.

"Hou Wei, Hao Wei, you really haven't changed at all. With this stubborn temper, no one can do anything about you. If it hadn't been for your interest and avoid your collision, your head would have moved long ago. Why don't you eat a long time? Why don't you know how to thank me?"

Mr. Dou grabbed Du Yilin's hand and muttered, "You are not a mediocre prince, so you didn't kill me. Eating a hardship and growing wisdom is not necessarily the way to survive.

Du Yilin smiled and grabbed Mr. Dou's wrist but didn't let go. He practiced martial arts since he was a child and mastered his hands very well. Poor Mr. Dou, a weak scholar with no power to bind chickens, blushed and didn't open his fingers.

"Hao Wei, guess, will Liang Muhan come to you again?"

"Although he came last time for...his father...but he is not a person who doesn't know how to advance or retreat... he won't come for his father's business..."

The two spoke while working harder.

When Du Yilin saw that Mr. Dou was out of breath, he let go of his hand, put his arms around his neck and pulled him to his side with a smile. He said in a low voice, "I bet that he will come to you again in less than two days, and it must be for his father's business."

Mr. Dou only gasped and rubbed his wrist. It took him a long time to push Du Yilin away, frowned and asked, "What are you going to bet on?"

Du Yilin held his shoulder and thought about it, smiled, and whispered a few words in Mr. Dou's ear. After hearing this, Mr. Dou's face suddenly turned red. He stepped back a few steps and pointed to Du Yilin and said in a trembling voice, "Wild... ridiculous! You...you...you prince..."

"Does the bet or not?" Du Yilin looked at Mr. Dou with a provocative smile, which was as if he looked happy whether Mr. Dou gambled or not.

When Mr. Dou saw him like that, his heart became angry. He was cruel, "Okay! Bet, bet! But if you lose, you have to promise me one thing!"

Du Yilin nodded and said, "That's natural. Feel free to say whatever you want."

Mr. Dou hesitated for a moment, and suddenly flashed in his mind, "I want a store!"

"Shop?" Du Yilin looked at Mr. Dou inexplicably and asked, "What? Do you want to give up writing and go to business?

Mr. Dou waved his hand in a hurry. When he spoke just now, he suddenly thought of Leng Xuanrong.

Although he said that he would take care of Leng Xuanrong and his daughter in life, in fact, he thought about it. Whether he sent money to Leng Xuanrong regularly or asked people to send things, it was inevitable. After all, Leng Xuanrong is now waiting to marry her. In case there is any gossip, won't Dou Haowei be sorry for Miss Xuanrong?

What's more, Mr. Leng and his master are old acquaintances. Although he doesn't know what the relationship between the two is, he can conclude that they should be old friends just by Mr. Leng's words. Isn't it difficult for such an old gentleman to be embarrassed by such an old man who is unwilling to accept the gold and silver sent by him?

As the saying goes, it is better to teach people to fish than to fish. If the prince is allowed to give them a shop, even if they are not good at operating well, he can take more care of them from all aspects.

What's more, if you open a shop under the guise of the prince, which local officials and merchants dare not take care of it?

The more Dou Haowei thinks about this method, the more wonderful it is.

However, Mr. Dou also thought that if he told Du Yilin about this idea, the prince who was full of bad water might find something awkward for him. It's better to wait until he wins the bet.

"In a word, a store. Do you bet or not? This time, Mr. Dou put on a righteous look.

Du Yilin saw what Mr. Dou was thinking, but he thought it was interesting and didn't break it. He stretched out his hand and said, "No one is allowed to go back on a high-five."

Mr. Dou also stretched out his hand, and the two of them gave three high-fives, and the bet was done.

Mr. Liang, the protagonist of the two in this bet, is now haunted by his father Liang Qiurong and is very irritable.

"Anyway, you have been there too! What's wrong with going there again? And didn't you come up with this idea!" Liang Qiurong stood in the dark bamboo building and jumped angrily.

Mr. Liang lay on the bed and covered his head with a quilt, motionless like a dead man.

Liang Qiurong looked at him like this, stepped forward and grabbed a corner of the quilt, pulled it with all his strength, and opened a big opening with a good quilt, and the white cotton was scattered on the ground.

Mr. Liang suddenly sat up from the bed, stared at Liang Qiurong fiercely, and roared, "No! No, no! No matter what you say, I won't go! I was recognized by Haowei last time, and he was not stupid. At this time, I went to see him. Can he not know why I went there?"

"Isn't it just to let him know! What can he do if he knows! If he doesn't know, who else can ask the prince to drive him!" Liang Qiurong also raised his voice and roared.

Mr. Liang turned over and got off the bed, picked up his belt and tied it randomly around his waist, and walked out. As he walked, he shouted, "I told you long ago that I had sex with Haowei, not for you!" It's not for your official position! If I embarrass him again and again, he will definitely hate me!"

"What's three or five times? What's the dilemma? It's just to ask him to hand over a message! And isn't this the second time!" Liang Qiurong chased Mr. Liang and also went out.

"That doesn't work either! Anyway, I won't go to Haowei for your business anymore! Think of another way! It's good to send official documents or hand over folds. By the way, you can also take those fat-hearted old men to the door of the dyeing dust study to kneel! The young prince will not embarrass you the old men who have buried their waists in more than half a hundred loess over the years! Go and try it!"

When Liang Qiurong heard this, he was stunned for a moment, but after thinking about it carefully, wouldn't he have no face? No, no...

"Mu Han! Muhan, stop!" Liang Qiurong followed Mr. Liang to another room. As soon as he entered the room, he saw the stripped Mr. Liang looking for something in several mahogany wardrobes more than one person high. A piece of clothing was thrown on the ground casually by him, and none of them seemed to satisfy him.

Liang Qiurong didn't care whether his son was wearing clothes or not, and he had to continue to say, "Think about it, Mu Han, this is not a matter for his father alone. What if your two brothers don't have an official position?

Mr. Liang snorted, kept muttering, and muttered, "Big brother is successful in his studies, and it will be a matter of time to get fame. The second brother's business is better than you. Even if you don't have an official position, they will still live well."

"You can't say that!" Liang Qiurong was really anxious. He ran forward two steps and was about to speak when he saw the third son of Liang suddenly turn around and roared at him with a piece of clothing covering his body, "Three feet away! Get out!"