"When you say that, the little girl's surname is Cen Ke, and she lives in Gaoqiao Village next to Baoshan District, Suzhou Prefecture."

"Because... because my father heard that Songjiang Prefecture is in trouble, he asked his relatives in Nanchang Prefecture to temporarily avoid disaster..."

Yu Qianzai listened carefully and identified whether there were any loopholes in his words when he called himself Cen Ke.

However, from the moment, Yu Qian can't find any flaws.

There are constant Japanese disasters in the coastal areas, and many people with access and places of interest will choose to move at home.

The Baoshan Suogao Bridge that Cen Ke mentioned just now is on the edge of the Yangtze River. Songjiang Prefecture is not far from the east. If there are relatives in Nanchang Prefecture, Jiangxi Province, you can join us.

It is the right way to walk on the post road, enter Zhejiang, and then follow the post road to Jiangxi.

Moreover, Cen Ke made a very careful statement that he was to avoid disaster temporarily rather than evading taxes, which was very consistent with the answers of ordinary people when they were interrogated.

"Where is the road?" Zhu Zhanji, who was blocked by Yu Qian, asked.

From Suzhou Prefecture to Nanchang Prefecture, it was not close, and it had long passed the movement distance stipulated by the imperial court.

If there is no road mark issued by the government, it can be treated as a refugee.

Cen Ke was slightly stunned, his eyes turned, and he looked over Yu Qian, looking at Zhu Zhanji behind him.

Yu Qian seemed to have caught a loophole and immediately scolded loudly: "Take out the roadprint!"

As he shouted, Zhu Xiu and others immediately raised the musket in their hands.

Cen Ke's eyes were a little messy, and then slowly stuffed his hand into his arms.

Soon, she took out an envelope from her close body and handed it to Yu Qian.

Yu Qian hurriedly took the envelope, opened it and took out the roadprint inside, put it in front of him and identified it carefully, then nodded and sent it to Zhu Zhanji: "No problem."

Zhu Zhanji nodded, did not take Cen Ke's roadmark, and asked again: "How are you hunting down by those thieves?"

"..." Cen Ke hesitated for a while, and after a long time hesitated: "They saw the little girl...so... my father took out all our money and food, but they still didn't let it go... my father protected the little girl and asked me to run away quickly..."

It's not a mistake to look good.

But being good-looking and still showing off in public and not relying on it is the real mistake.

Zhu Zhanji nodded and said, "But reasonably, you should have rested outside the inn, so why did you appear here?"

Pingwang Post is built on the side of the post road, and the bamboo forest is behind the post station.

Cen Ke's malt-colored face turned red.

With a little shame and anger, she whispered: "There is a vegetable field behind..."

The doubts were basically resolved.

Yu Qian thought about it and then thought, but finally couldn't help but ask: "Why do you... have silk on you!"

Cen Ke glanced at Yu Qian who had just finished asking questions with grief and anger. He tightly protected his chest with his hands, but he didn't notice it, which made it even more prominent.

Her eyes suddenly turned red: "That was bought by my mother who had been working at the dock before being murdered by Japanese pirates!"

As he said that, Cen Ke, who was deeply sad and angry, shook the silk on his shoulders and neck, and said solemnly: "That's the same!"

After saying that, she raised her head and stared at Yu Qian tightly.

This question is very sensitive to the precautions of ethics and education.

No one present expected that Cen Ke's answer was so miserable.

Anyone present can think of it.

A kind mother hurts her daughter. Even if her family is extremely poor, she still insists on working at the dock to supplement the family income. It is probably outside that she heard how wealthy families raise their daughters, so she took out the wages she had saved for a long time from a cloth bag full of sewing, and bought a piece of close-fitting silk for her daughter.

Yu Qian felt particularly embarrassed at this time. He couldn't help but cough twice, put away the musket and carried it behind his back, held his fist and lifted it randomly, and finally retreated aside.

The doubts were completely relieved.

Zhu Zhanji signaled everyone to relax.

Yu Qian was standing aside and whispered: "Place her in the inn and ask the people from Suzhou Prefecture to come and pick her up?"

This is a pertinent suggestion.

Yu Qian was afraid that his grandson would be very brave for a moment. Seeing that Cen Ke looked beautiful, he would take it with him and put it in his pocket.

If it were normal, Yu Qian would never say anything.

But now, they still have some serious things to do, to keep their identities hidden and act in secret.

Taking Cen Ke with such a beautiful woman who is so beautiful and has suffered seven lives now will only hurt their plans.

Zhu Zhanji glared at Yu Qian.

He only took a look and knew what this thing was thinking.

Is this grandson the lustful person?

This grandson is not a lustful person!

His hidden eyes moved down.

Look at the bigger ball (·     y                                                      �

Zhu Zhanji stood up straight, and in order to show his gentlemanly style and his thoughts of taking the overall situation into consideration, he was about to nod.

But beside him, the voice of Cen Ke's woman was ringing in the bamboo forest.
Chapter completed!