Chapter 81 Fu Xiaohua Niang, Another Three Son

Chapter 81 Fu Xiaohua Niang, Another Three Sons

The reason why Leng Xuanrong is not afraid that Du Yilin knows that Li Duen's incident was made behind her back is that Leng Xuanrong knows the context of Du Yilin's "intention to rebel". Even if Du Yilin really investigates her, Leng Xuanrong still has the confidence to deal with it. But Mr. Liang's side is different.

This is called that the gun is easy to hide and the hidden arrow is difficult to prevent. Leng Xuanrong is very clear that once Mr. Liang knows that the letter sent by Zeng Yanliang was instructed by her Leng Xuanrong and his daughter behind his back, the third son of Liang will not hesitate to find ways to get rid of Leng Xuanrong and Leng Chengqi. At that time, I'm afraid that no one can protect the lives of their father and daughter. Not to mention Zeng Yanliang, even if he asks Du Yilin, he may not be able to stop the murderous intention of Mr. Liang.

Leng Xuanrong washed Zeng Yanliang's clothes, wiped sweat with her arm, and inadvertently sighed again.

At this time, Zeng Yanliang hurriedly ran over and squatted down, took the clothes from Leng Xuanrong's hand and hung them hard, and went out to hang them up. After packing up other things, Zeng Yanliang smiled and said to Leng Xuanrong, "Xuanrong, don't think too much. The soldiers will come to cover the water. Let's go and have a rest today."

Leng Xuanrong also really felt tired, so she nodded to Zeng Yanliang and went back to the house.

The room is also filled with the unique fragrance of water lilies. Leng Xuanrong trimmed the flower and put it in a small water tank and placed it beside the bed. After the lights were turned off, this water lily reflected the faint moonlight and became more and more beautiful.

Leng Xuanrong lay on the bed and stared at the water lily. His mind was in a mess and she didn't know when she fell asleep.

The night wind blew slowly, and there were no more people on the streets of Ganyan County.

The only one still has a candlelight, I'm afraid it's only the room in the county government prison dedicated to interrogating prisoners.

Mr. Liang sat behind the long table, took a sip of tea leisurely, and then glanced at the person kneeling in front of him and said coldly, "You have a good idea that this is not a dyeing dust study, and the people here are not Wang Jiawei. If you are not honest here, you have lost a few teeth."

The man kneeling there is still tied up. The man's face is no longer the same. His eyes are red, his cheeks are swollen as if something is stuffed in his mouth, and the blood stains on the corners of his mouth are still there. This miserable appearance is really frightening. Several jailers around him frowned and dared not make a sound. They all knew the people who were kneeling here, the big man nicknamed a bunch of money. At least he used to be a famous bully. Who would have thought that he would return to today's field.

"How about it?" Mr. Liang stood up, walked around the table and slowly towards the big money. As he walked, he asked, "Can you remember who is looking for you?"

The big money string's eyes were full of fear. He shook his head like a rattle drum and reluctantly made a vague voice from his swollen mouth, "The third son...the third son, spare his life! I... I really... really don't know who that man is!"

Mr. Liang squatted in front of the big money string, smiled, patted him on the shoulder and whispered, "I heard that you and the prince did the same. Looking at you like this, it doesn't seem like you're lying. My third son, Mr. Liang, is not such an unreasonable person. In this way, you can describe what that person looks like. We have a master of painting. After he draws it, you can recognize it. Is it okay?"

There was no choice for the big money string. He hurriedly knelt down a few steps at the painter sitting in the distance holding a pen, and tried his best to recall the appearance of the man who gave him the silver, and described it to Mr. Painter little by little.

The painter has worked in the government office of Nayan County for many years. He is really a master. Today, he was suddenly brought here by Mr. Liang Sanzi in the middle of the night. He was originally worried, and he was even more afraid to see the inhuman appearance of the big money.

It took about half an hour to complete the portrait.

The painter showed the portrait to the big money string, and the big money string nodded like pounding garlic.

"That's him! That's him! There is nothing wrong!"

With this sentence, the painter gave the portrait to Mr. Liang San, who was sitting aside leisurely.

Mr. Liang took a look, handed the portrait to the office beside him, and ordered, "This man, don't investigate with great fanfare, let alone let our high prince know. If it can't be found in three days, you and you..." Mr. Liang said, pointing to everyone in the room, and didn't even let go of the big money. "You can't run away."

After saying this, Mr. Liang stood up and walked out of the room.

Third son Liang came out of the prison, stood at the door and thought for a moment. He put his hands on his back and walked in the opposite direction of the private house.

He wants to find a place where he can calm down. Since he read the letter put by the mysterious man on Liang Qiurong's desk, Mr. Liang San's mood can no longer return to his previous relaxed state.

He has been upset these days. These things are spinning in his mind, but he can't find a clue.

Mr. Liang walked slowly, thinking about random things as he walked. When he looked up again, he found that he had arrived at a lively place.

"Yo! Look! Look! Who is this?" The old lady with white pink and gold and silver jewelry rushed straight to Mr. Liang, grabbed his sleeve and screamed, "Girls! Come on! Come on! Our third son Liang is back!"

Mr. Liang frowned and shook off the old pimp's hand, but was immediately surrounded by a group of flowery girls.

It's also strange that Mr. Liang was surrounded by this group of girls and entered the room. The surroundings were noisy, but Mr. Liang felt much more stable.

However, Mr. Liang was still not in the mood to play after all. Just as he was about to get up and leave, he suddenly found that a woman was different from others. Others tried their best to get close to Mr. Liang, but the woman hid far away.

Mr. Liang pointed to the woman and asked loudly, "Why are you hiding so far?"

When he said this, everyone's eyes focused on the woman, and the originally noisy room suddenly quieted down.

The woman was shocked and didn't know what to do. At this time, the madam smiled and pulled the woman in front of Mr. Liang and whispered, "Sir, you are so forgetful. Last time you came to us, didn't this little flower girl spend the night with you? This girl is thin-skinned. I'm sorry to see you.

There was a noisy sound around, and the little flower girl rolled her eyes, but did not dare to say anything.

Mr. Liang vaguely remembered that there seemed to be such a thing. He didn't even mean to smile on the little flower girl's face, but he was a little interested.

"Little flower girl...Okay, then it's up to you to accompany me tonight." Mr. Liang took out a silver ingot from his arms and threw it to the madam, and then came forward to hold the little flower girl and left.

The little flower girl struggled twice but did not break free from Mr. Liang's hand, so she was hugged by him to the guest's room in the backyard.

As soon as he entered the room, Mr. Liang pressed the little girl against the wall, biting her neck while tearing her clothes.

Little flower girl seems to be a little surprised, but it is not the first time for her to receive guests. She has been familiar with this situation for a long time.

"Master...Be gentle, Master...Um...Master..."

Xiaohuaniang's voice became more and more charming. Although her mouth was resisting, her body kept moving forward and couldn't wait to put the two pieces of soft meat on her chest in Mr. Liang's hand.

Unexpectedly, when the little flower girl was energetic, Mr. Liang suddenly stepped back a few steps and laughed.

The little flower girl leaned against the wall and gasped, but the third son Liang shook his head with a smile and walked to the bed and suddenly fell down.

Little Huaniang saw that he was lying down and hurriedly ran over with a sweat towel, but before she reached the bedside, Mr. Liang suddenly sat up again.

"Little Flower Girl, your name is Little Flower Girl?" Mr. Liang asked with a smile.

The little girl's clothes were scattered, and her chest was full of ups and downs. She nodded blankly, but immediately stared at her eyes and stamped her feet vigorously. She raised her finger and scolded loudly, "You're doing this again! Where on earth do you think I don't look at you? Ah? Which of the customers who come to this room doesn't praise me? How come you... Don't come to this place if you're not interested!"

As soon as Mr. Liang heard this, he laughed again.

"Replacement!" The little flower girl was so angry that she tidyed up her clothes and turned around to go out.

At this time, I heard Mr. Liang San behind him say, "Come back, I'll give you the silver."

Little Huaniang had almost no hesitation. She immediately turned around and returned to Mr. Liang San's side. There was no angry look on her face just now. She smiled and said in a delicate voice, "Look at what the third son said. Even if you don't give money, Xiao Hua Niang will have to serve her master happily."

The last time Mr. Liang was quite generous, this little girl will not forget it. What's more, Mr. Liang held her to sleep and moved her for many days.

When Mr. Liang saw her coming back, he immediately took out a silver ingot from his arms and shook it on the little flower girl. He whispered, "Talk to me obediently. This silver is yours."

The little flower girl came forward and grabbed the silver and stuffed it into the purse. She happily asked Mr. Liang, "What do you say? What about the little flower girl?"

Mr. Liang turned over and lay on the bed, patted his side and said, "Come on, lie down here."

The little flower lady pretended to be twisted and lay beside Mr. Liang. She gently put one hand on Mr. Liang's chest and asked in a low voice, "Master, don't blame the little flower girl for talking too much. What's on your mind... In the little flower girl, you can say anything. Why don't you tell what's on your mind and relax?

"Hmm..." Mr. Liang San thought for a moment, turned around and put his arms around the little flower girl's waist, and asked seriously, "Can you say anything?"

Little Huaniang nodded with a light smile, "Little Huaniang's mouth is tight. You can say anything."