Bypassing the bitter bamboo bushes in the courtyard, Baochan's face became colder and colder.

Song Zhong, a turtle boy, asked him to send someone but gave him all these things. No wonder he asked him to invite the father and daughter a few days ago, and he always gave up all kinds of reasons.

"Jinzhu!" Baochan shouted loudly: "Take Song Zhong's dog slave to my study!"

Without waiting for the golden bead that had just emerged from the corner to agree, Baochan rushed straight to his yard with great momentum.

In just a cup of tea, Song Zhong had been tied up by two masters, Wuhua, and was held in the study of the little marquis. The square scarf that was worn on his head in the morning was also used as an object to plug his mouth.

When Song Zhong saw the little marquis, he burst into tears and kowtowed, he hesitating and not knowing what he was saying. While talking, he kept kowtowing, and his forehead was so blue that it was bruised.

Baochan looked at the old slave who had been with him since he was ten years old, and couldn't help feeling sad and sighed: "Song Zhong, you have been following me for so many years. My father hugged me in one slap, but you can't count the times you hugged me. Even when I was eleven years old, I was angry that you meddled with me and deliberately changed Song Zhong's name to you, you didn't complain."

"Little Marquis" Song Zhong had spit out the square scarf in his mouth at some point: "The little Marquis gave him a name to him is a reward, so how can he say good or bad?"

"Everyone in Huaiyin City said that I was willing to do things and had no way of doing things. Sometimes, even my father didn't believe me, but you believed it. Every time I was injured and sick, you went to get the medicine in the middle of the night and boiled it into soup to deliver it. My father loved me, but he didn't believe me. But you..."

"Don't say anything about it." Song Zhong turned his head away from Baochan's direction: "This is because I am not doing well, and Song Zhong is willing to be punished. Even if the young marquis asked me to pay my life, Song Zhong would never complain. He just begged the young marquis to bring my three or four-year-old nephew into the mansion and be a servant, which would be considered a safe place." After that, without waiting for Baochan to agree, he had already hit the corner of the table beside him.

Baochan suddenly turned around and felt a basin of ice water pouring from his head to his feet. The person who had been with him for six or seven years had already lie on his side in a pool of blood, and his legs twitched by chance. It was obvious that he had more qi and less qi inlet.

"Call Dr. Zhang!"

Li Laoer, who was kneeling in the hall, looked at Guangyihou's expression on the main seat.

Although the Marquis of Guangyi looked serious, he was not angry at all. Li Laoer couldn't help but sigh in his heart. This was the demeanor that the founding Marquis of the State Assistant Movement should have, not like his son.

Since they encountered the assassination of Li Yanguan on night a few days ago, he has been traveling back and forth between the government and Huaiyin City in the past few days.

The heads of each family obviously did not care why Li Yanguan died, but were particularly interested in the blood books on the memorials. Even the blood books were asked in detail about the specific style of each character. Fortunately, he could still recognize a few big characters, so he barely dealt with them.

Only Guangyihou, who was just passing by the content of the blood letter and was not even interested in the content of the memorial, choked back the set of rhetoric prepared by Li Laoer.

The Marquis asked repeatedly that it was the situation on Chang'an Street that day. But even if they had learned martial arts, who was really a serious martial arts master? It was so far away, and the weather was not very good, so it would be nice to be able to barely recognize the woman who had a sword. Who could see the specific appearance clearly?

But when he gave Li Lao twenty courage, he didn't dare to answer like this. He could only ask Guangyihou and answer one by himself. When he met someone he didn't remember clearly, he would think hard and then give an answer.

Guangyihou was also having a headache at this moment. Li Lao Er didn't know if he was really confused or pretended to be confused. After asking for a long time, he didn't know that the killer was a woman with very high martial arts skills, wearing a red dress and an oil paper umbrella. He didn't know anything about the rest. The most important thing was that this person's martial arts skills were so Li Lao Er couldn't tell the difference, and he only knew that the sky was full of sword light. In this vast sea of ​​people, it was not easy to find a woman with unknown age, height, and appearance.

The Marquis sighed secretly. This was really yellow mud in his crotch. It was either shit or shit.

Seeing that Li Lao Er could not ask any more questions, Mr. Guangyi ordered the housekeeper Zhou Yu to bring a tael of silver and send Li Lao Er out of the mansion.

Li Laoer quickly kowtowed to the Marquis and thanked him happily followed Butler Zhou out.

The marquis was just planning to instruct Zhou Yu to find the next witness, but a servant rushed over and said to him: "Mr. Marquis! Mr. Song is almost beaten to death by the little marquis!"

"Bastard!" The Marquis slapped the table with a palm, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were shaking, "Take me over! Come on! Put that stranger in the dungeon in the dungeon!"

"The Marquis" said bitterly: "The little Marquis has already gone out on a horse and is now being treated by Doctor Zhang."

"Send someone to chase me! Even if this rebellious son escapes to the ends of the world, he will be caught by me!"
Chapter completed!