Chapter 233 Photos (one more)

  Although Shang Feiyun soon returned with Shang Moyan, but looking at the atmosphere of the two brothers and sisters, I also know that things have not been discussed yet. Chen Wan and Leng Sa didn't stay long, so they got up and left.

  Shang Feiyun had no choice but to apologize and personally send the two out before turning back.

  Looking at Shang Feiyun's straight back, Chen Wan couldn't help but sighed and said: "The business girl is also very hard. Compared with her, the things I did at the beginning are nothing."

  Wang’s family is just an ordinary merchant’s house after all, how can it be compared to Shang Feiyun’s gangsters like Shang Feiyun? Not to mention that there is such an uneasy brother.

   Leng Sa nodded and said: "Anyway, the head of the Chamber of Commerce is worthy of admiration. I hope she will have nothing to do."

"Who knows, she's determined that she won't listen to our persuasion anymore." Even if they are outsiders who want to persuade, they can't persuade them, but they can only let her have no worries, and they can be considered as everything. The friendship of the field.

  Farewell to Chen Wan and returned home, Leng Sa curiously asked Fu Fengcheng about the Hong Gang.

  Fu Fengcheng, who was reading, raised his head to look at her, and said, "Madam want to go?"

  Leng Sa nodded and said, "I am really interested."

   Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly, as if thinking about something. Leng Sa waved his hand and said, "Don't think about it, I can go by myself. I'll talk to Sister Chen, and then I will go with her."

  Fu Fengcheng shook his head, "For such a big event, the Fu family will also send someone to attend."

   Leng Sa frowned somewhat puzzledly: "Hong Tian gave a golden basin to wash his hands, isn't it a big deal, right?"

  It is indeed a major event that can shake the entire Dao for those who are in the rivers and lakes, but for a behemoth like the Fu Family who actually controls the six southern provinces, this is really not a major event, right? One day when the Hong Gang was wiped out, it was considered a major event.

  The Fu family sent people to attend Hong Tianci’s birthday banquet, which was to show his face.

  Fu Fengcheng shook his head and said, "It's not this, it's the next auction."

  Leng Sa's eyes lit up, "The Warlord is interested in auction items?" It would naturally not be a common product that would interest General Fu Jun.

  Leng Sa, although she studied in the Department of Literature at Anlan University, does not distinguish between literature and history, and she still knows a lot about antique treasures.

For example, Leng Sa, the eight great treasures of Dasheng mentioned by Chen Wan, has a little understanding. Unfortunately, two of them are still in the hands of the Anxia royal family, one is in the museum in the capital, and the other is Guy collection. The other four were lost during the war. The whereabouts of the other people are unknown. Unexpectedly, Hong Tianci collected two of them by himself.

Fu Fengcheng said calmly: "The old man is not interested in antiques, but one of them is a photographic sword, which is the heirloom of the Fu family. After the death of the great grandfather, there was a crisis in the family, and the family was almost destroyed. In desperation, the grandfather could only sell the things for money to let Fu Jiadu. After the crisis, my grandfather often said in his later years that the biggest regret in his life was not being able to retrieve the heirlooms that had been left out."

   Leng Sa raised his eyebrows, "What a coincidence? Is it in Hong Tianci's hands?"

  Fu Fengcheng pushed the wheelchair back to the table, took out an invitation from the drawer and beckoned to Leng Sa. Leng Sa walked to him and took a look. There was a booklet in the invitation.

  Similar to the merchandise display book of modern auctions, although the black and white photos above are far from clear, the appearance of the merchandise can still be clearly seen.

  Leng Sa turned two pages and found Fu Fengcheng's Zhaoyingjian in the middle.

  It's a short sword, the blade is no more than two feet long. Naturally, there is no material gloss in the black and white photos, but only a simple and elegant beauty. This is obviously a sword used by ancient women, and now very few people can use it.

  Leng Sa's eyes suddenly condensed, and his gaze fixedly stared at the section where the sword body and the hilt were connected.

  There is a vaguely carved pattern there, and Leng Sa carefully identified it and felt that it should be a fox.

  A familiar fox sleeping lazily on his stomach.

   "What's the matter?" Fu Fengcheng asked when her expression was wrong.

   Leng Sa blinked his eyes, and asked, "What is the special origin of this photo shadow sword?"

  Fu Fengcheng shook his head and said: "I have never seen it before and I don’t know if it’s true, but...According to my grandfather, this sword was once the sword of Princess Dongling Rui hundreds of years ago."

  "Xie Anlan?" Leng Sa said.

  Fu Fengcheng glanced at her and nodded, “That’s what my grandfather said. This sword has been in Fu’s house for many years. Before that, I don’t know how many people passed by in the hands of the people, so I can’t do it accurately.”

   said coldly: "I have read the handwritten notes of the regent of the Dasheng Dynasty at school. It says that Rui Wang Xie Anlan is the nephew and direct disciple of the previous generation Rui Wang."

Although outside historians have always believed that the notes of the Princess Regent Dasheng are too wild and unreliable, they are more like her own fantasy novels, and even her own deeds are inaccurate, not to mention that she has been separated from her for at least a few hundred years. It is not accepted.

  However, Leng Sa still knows Lan Meng. If...the regent princess Luo Junyao of the Dasheng Dynasty is really Lan Meng, then even if the things she wrote are not perfect, at least 50 to 60% are credible.

  Fu Fengcheng is not interested in wild history, "Madam is very interested in Princess Dongling Rui and Princess Regent Dasheng?"

   Leng Sa smiled and said, "I am also very interested in Princess Tianqizhen Country." Not only is she interested, but she also knows them.

  Fu Fengcheng said: "Since Madam is interested, you can bring things back to Madam."

   "..." What about the heirlooms?

  Perhaps Leng Sa’s expression is too obvious, Fu Fengcheng calmly explained: "Madam is the eldest daughter-in-law of the Fu family."

  According to the rules, did things like heirlooms be passed on to the eldest son? What's more, the old man can't get so much money, maybe he needs to pay.

  Blinked his eyes coldly, and refused ten moves, "I'll just look at it."

  Fu Fengcheng looked at her with a faint smile and said nothing.

  Long Yue really kept his promises, and the next day someone escorted several people to Fu's house. These people were all **** into rice dumplings, their hand and foot joints were removed, and even their jaws were unloaded, and they all looked very embarrassed.

With a slightly weird look at Shang Lengsa, the young man who came to give away quickly explained, "These people are very fierce, and two of them died if one didn't look at them. There are only three people left, if you can't find a way. Maybe... there is not one left." So their Long Family is really not a pervert, this very beautiful young lady must not misunderstand it.

  Leng Sa smiled at the young man and said that she understood. She really didn't think they were too cruel, but that so many saliva was too dirty.

  The young man saluted Fu Fengcheng, "Young Master Fu, the young marshal ordered me to send people to the young master. Now I have completed the task and we will leave."

  Fu Fengcheng nodded slightly, "Thank you."

  The young man obviously also knew Fu Fengcheng's character, so he didn't say much at the moment, and he greeted the two again before turning around and leaving.

  Leng Sa squatted on the side of Fu Fengcheng’s wheelchair and looked at the few people on the ground enthusiastically, "If this is the case, maybe it is really a dead man? How are you going to do it?"

   had to break the hands and feet and remove the joints of the chin to prevent suicide. It can be seen that these people are really not afraid of death at all. This kind of people are more difficult to deal with than the vicious bandits. Those people at least still want to live, and as long as they want to live, there will always be a breakthrough.

  The most difficult role to deal with is the one who kills if you don’t agree with each other.

  Fu Fengcheng didn't care, and said: "They are just pawns sent by others, I'm afraid they don't even know who sent them."

   Leng Sa was puzzled, "Then what did you ask Long Yue to send people over?"

  Fu Fengcheng looked down and thought for a moment, and said, "Let Xu Shaoming send it to his wife's yard."

   "..." Although your father is on your side now, are you sure he won't say anything if your mother is scared to death?

   However, since Fu Fengcheng said that, Leng Sa didn't intend to say more, and she couldn't think of any more valuable ways to use it.

  Since these people are dead men, the people behind the scenes probably didn’t even intend to care about their lives and lives, and they are not qualified for fishing.

  Xu Shaoming soon brought people over and dragged three half-dead people to Mrs. Fu’s yard without saying a word. It is said that within a short period of time, there was a terrible scream from Madam Fu’s yard, and everyone who passed by was frightened to think that there was a murder inside.

   "Miss." Zheng Ying was sitting in the room with her eyes closed after lunch. During the past two days, she hadn't rested well, and during the day she became more drowsy and devoid of energy.

  The sound of footsteps in Chunjuan hurriedly awakened her, looked at Chunjuan and asked, "What's the matter?"

  Chunjuan leaned to Zheng Ying’s side, her face pale, and she lowered her voice in a low voice, "Miss, Adjutant Xu just now dragged three **** people to the wife’s yard."

  Zheng Ying's eyebrows jumped, "Who is it?"

   Chunjuan said: "I heard...it was sent by the young marshal Long from the north. I don't know who it is."

  Zheng Ying's heart sinks slightly. She naturally knows the news that Long Yue's people escorted Hua Guoshou to Yongcheng. Zheng Ying's mood is very complicated for a while, but she doesn't know whether she wants Fu Fengcheng to get better.

  But... At this moment, Marshal Long sent three **** people **** to the door, and Fu Fengcheng sent them directly to Mrs. Fu’s courtyard. What does this mean...

  Zheng Ying stretched out her hand and rubbed her eyebrows, only to feel the pain in her forehead.

  Don’t be what she thinks.

  Zheng Ying now really regrets it. She is in vain that she is smart but she hasn't even figured out the situation of the Fu family and plunged in.

  But now that this is the case, what can she do?

   "What happened afterwards?" Zheng Ying asked.

   Chunjuan's face turned paler when she heard that, "Madam...Madam killed and killed those three people!"

  "Madame's hands?" Zheng Ying asked.

   Chunjuan nodded, "Yes...Ms. Feng who lives in Mrs.'s yard said that Miss Feng seems to be terrified."

  Zheng Ying stretched out her hand to cover her stomach, and couldn't help groaning in pain.

   was so scared that Chun Juan immediately recovered, "Miss, how are you? I'll call the doctor over."

  Zheng Ying grabbed her, "No, I’m fine. You go to my mother, and you say that I’m not feeling well and you want her to come and stay with me for a few days."

   "I'm going to call now."

   "No, you go back yourself." Zheng Ying said solemnly, "Bring something back, so I can't let my mother run for nothing, she is also very busy."

   "Yes, miss."

  (End of this chapter)