Chapter 233

Although Shang Feiyun soon came back with Shang Moyan, looking at the atmosphere between the sister and brother, he knew that the matter had not been discussed. Chen Wan and lengsa didn't take long, so they got up and left.

Shang Feiyun had no choice but to send them out in person with an apology before turning back.

Looking at Shang Fei Yun's straight back, Chen Wan couldn't help sighing: "the merchant sister is also very hard. Compared with her, I didn't do that at the beginning."

After all, the Wang family is just an ordinary merchant's family. Where can it compare with Shang Feiyun's wandering in the Jianghu? Not to mention such a careless brother.

Leng SA nodded and said, "anyway, the head of the chamber of commerce is admirable. I hope nothing will happen to her."

"Who knows, she's determined. I'm afraid she won't listen to our advice." even if they want to persuade, they can't persuade the point. They can only let her have no worries at home. It's all a friendship for everyone to make friends.

After saying goodbye to Chen Wan and returning home, lengsa curiously asked Fu Fengcheng about the Hong Gang.

Fu Fengcheng, who was reading, looked up at her and said, "madam, do you want to go?"

Leng SA nodded and said, "I'm really interested."

Fu Fengcheng frowned slightly, as if thinking about something. Leng SA waved his hand and said, "don't think about it. I'll go by myself. I've agreed with sister Chen that I'll go with her at that time."

Fu Fengcheng shook his head. "The Fu family should send someone to attend such a big thing."

Lengsa frowned and said in a puzzled way, "Hong Tianci's golden basin for washing hands is not a big deal, is it?"

It's really a big event for those who are wandering in the Jianghu, but it's really not a big event for the Fu family, which actually controls the six southern provinces? When the Hong Gang is destroyed, it will be a big event.

The Fu family sent someone to attend the birthday banquet given by Hong Tian, which was to give him face.

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

Leng Sa's eyes brightened. "The governor is interested in the things at the auction?" what can interest Fu governor is naturally not any ordinary goods.

Although lengsa is studying in the literature department of Anlan University, she knows a lot about antiques and treasures.

For example, Leng SA, the eight treasures of Dasheng mentioned by Chen Wan, knows a little. 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 collected by a high-ranking big man in the capital. The other four pieces were lost among the people in the war, and their whereabouts are unknown. Unexpectedly, Hong Tianci collected two pieces alone.

Fu Fengcheng said calmly: "The old man is not interested in antiques, but one of them is a photo sword, which is the family heirloom of the Fu family. After the death of his great grandfather, there was a crisis at home and his family was almost destroyed. His grandfather had no choice but to sell his things for money and let the Fu family survive the crisis. His grandfather often read in his later years that his greatest regret in his life was that he failed to find the lost family heirloom."

Lengsa raised his eyebrows. "What a coincidence? Is it in Hong Tianci's hand?"

Fu Fengcheng pushed his wheelchair back to the table, took out an invitation from the drawer and waved to lengsa. Lengsa came to him and took a look. There was a booklet in the invitation.

Similar to the commodity display book of modern auction, although the black-and-white photos on it are far from clear, you can clearly see the appearance of the commodity.

Lengsa turned two pages before he found the photo sword said by Fu Fengcheng in the middle.

It's a short sword. The body of the sword is only two feet long. Naturally, there is no material luster in the black-and-white photos. It only makes people feel a simple and elegant beauty. It's obviously a sword used by ancient women. Few people can use it now.

Lengsa's eyes suddenly coagulated, and his eyes fixed on the section of the sword body connected with the hilt.

There was a carved pattern. Lengsa recognized it carefully and thought it should be a fox.

A familiar looking fox sleeping lazily on his stomach.

"What's the matter?" Fu Fengcheng asked when he saw that she looked wrong.

Lengsa blinked and asked, "what's the special origin of this photo sword?"

Fu Fengcheng shook his head and said, "I haven't seen it. I don't know if it's true, but... According to my grandfather, this sword was worn by Princess Rui of Dongling hundreds of years ago."

"Xie Anlan?" Leng SA said.

Fu Fengcheng looked at her and nodded. "Grandpa said that. This sword has been put in the Fu family for many years. Before that, I didn't know how many people's hands passed by the people, so it can't be done accurately."

Leng SA said, "I read the letter of the Regent Princess of the Dasheng Dynasty at school. It says that Princess Rui Xie Anlan is the nephew and daughter-in-law of the former king Rui."

Although outside historians have always believed that the notes written by the Regent Princess of Dasheng are too unconstrained and more like their own fantasy novels, even her own deeds are inaccurate, not to mention those separated from her for at least hundreds of years, which have always been rejected.

However, lengsa still knows LAN Meng. If... Luo Junyao, the Regent princess in the Dasheng Dynasty, is really LAN Meng, then her writing is at least 50% or 60% authentic, if not 10% true.

Fu Fengcheng is not interested in unofficial history. "Madam is very interested in Princess Rui of Dongling and Princess Regent of Dasheng?"

Lengsa smiled, "I'm also very interested in the princess of Apocalypse town." she was not only interested, but also knew them.

Fu Fengcheng said, "since madam is interested, you can give it to Madam when you get it back."

"..." what about the agreed heirloom?

Perhaps lengsa's expression was too obvious. Fu Fengcheng calmly explained, "madam is the legitimate eldest daughter-in-law of the Fu family."

According to the rules, is the Heirloom originally passed on to the eldest son? What's more, the old man can't take out so much money. Maybe he should pay.

Lengsa blinked and refused, "I'll just have a look."

Fu Fengcheng looked at her with a faint smile and didn't say much.

Long Yue was really trustworthy. The next day, someone escorted several people to Fu's house. These people were tied into zongzi, their hands and feet were removed, and even their chin was removed. Their saliva flowed all over them, looking very embarrassed.

Lengsa looked at Shang Leng SA with some strange eyes. The young man who came to see him off quickly explained, "these people are very strong. One of them died without looking at it. There are only three people left. If you don't find a way, maybe... There will be none left." so their dragon family is really not a pervert. Don't misunderstand this beautiful young lady.

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

The young man saluted Fu Fengcheng, "Fu Dashao, Young Marshal ordered me to send people to Dashao. Now I'll finish the task and leave."

Fu Fengcheng nodded slightly, "thank you."

Obviously, the young man also knew Fu Fengcheng's character. He didn't say much at the moment. After paying tribute to them again, he turned and left.

Lengsa squatted on the side of Fu Fengcheng's wheelchair and looked at several people on the ground excitedly, "if it's like this, it's probably a dead man? What are you going to do?"

I have to break my hands and feet and remove the joints of my chin to prevent suicide. It can be seen that these people are really not afraid of death at all. Such people are more difficult to deal with than those ferocious bandits. At least they want to live in their hearts. As long as they want to live, there will always be a breakthrough.

This kind of person who will die if he disagrees is the most difficult role to deal with.

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

Lengsa didn't understand, "then why did you ask the Dragon Tomahawk to send people here?"

Fu Fengcheng thought for a moment and said, "let Xu Shaoming send him to his wife's yard."

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

However, since Fu Fengcheng said so, lengsa didn't intend to say anything more. She couldn't think of any more valuable utilization methods.

Since these people are dead, I'm afraid the people behind the scenes have no intention of paying attention to their life and death, 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 in a short time, Mrs. Fu heard an extremely sad and terrible scream in the yard, which frightened passers-by to think whether there was a murder inside.

"Miss." Zheng Ying is sitting in her room after lunch, closing her eyes. She didn't rest well these two days. During the day, she looked sleepy and listless.

Chunjuan hurried in, and the footsteps woke her up. Looking at Chunjuan, she asked, "what's the matter?"

Chunjuan gathered around Zheng Ying, her small face turned white, lowered her voice and whispered, "Miss, adjutant Xu just dragged three bloody people to his wife's yard."

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

Chunjuan said, "I heard... It was sent by long Shaoshuai from the north. I don't know who it is."

Zheng Ying's heart sank slightly. She naturally knew the news that Longyue's people escorted the Chinese hand to Yongcheng. Zheng Ying's mood was very complex. For a time, she didn't know if she wanted Fu Fengcheng to get better.

But... Young Marshal long sent three bloody people to the door, and Fu Fengcheng also sent them directly to Mrs. Fu's yard. What does this mean

Zheng Ying reached out and rubbed the center of her eyebrows. She only felt pain on her forehead.

Don't be what she thinks.

Zheng Ying really regretted it now. She wasted her boasting of being smart, but she jumped in without even knowing the situation of the Fu family.

But now that it's like this, what can she do?

"What happened then?" Zheng Ying asked.

Chunjuan's face turned whiter when she heard the speech. "Madam... Madam, kill those three people!"

"Madam's automatic hand?" Zheng Ying asked.

Chunjuan nodded. "It was... Said Miss Feng, who lives in her wife's yard. Miss Feng seems to be frightened."

Zheng Ying stretched out her hand to cover her stomach and couldn't help but sing a pain.

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

Zheng Ying grabbed her, "no, I'm fine. You go to my mother and say I'm not feeling well. You want to invite her to accompany me for a few days."

"I'll call now."

"No, you go back in person." Zheng Ying said in a deep voice, "take something back. You can't let your mother go there in vain. She's also very busy."

"Yes, miss."