The Famous Detective of the Red Mansions

Faced with Zhang Cong’s ridicule, Feng Xin's eyebrows drooped, and the muscles on his face twitched a few times before he weakly squeezed out a sentence: “How can Feng Mou, how can he dare to steal according to the position of the Holy Master Xiangzhu? If you don’t dislike it, then you and my brothers are worthy of each other.”

It is also a fleeting disadvantage. At the beginning of the year, Feng's warehouse somehow took away the water, and the tens of thousands of kilograms of wood that was about to be delivered to the guests were burned by the fire.

That's the bottom line of hundreds of thousands taels of silver!

Especially the delivery deadline is just a few days away!

Feng's family went round and round about this in a hurry, begging grandpa to tell grandma, wanting to take a batch of wood on credit first, and pass the hurdle of delivery, and then it will not be too late.

However, who does not know the dilemma of his family?

Who is willing to use his wealth and life to give away charcoal in the snow?

At that time, Feng Xin also thought that the Sun family did not point out that the Sun family could help fill the hole, but hoped that the Sun family would come forward to guarantee and let the consignor introduce some effort.

To put it bluntly, it refers to the Sun family's ability to suppress others.

As a result, as soon as Feng Xin found the door of Sun's house, he ran into someone head-on, but not the other, it was Su Xingfang, the magistrate of Wanping County.

Although both of them are six-ranks, they are a dozen blocks away from Shiquan and Qinggui. In particular, the timber shop of Feng Xin's family was opened under the rule of Wanping County.

Seeing that it was the parent official in person, Feng Xin couldn't help but take the initiative to talk about a few words that he had thought of before, and he caused him another terrible disaster.

At that time, Su Xingfang took the initiative to chat about the fire at his home, and then asked Feng Xin what was the problem.

Because both of them were Sun Shaozong's subordinates, Su Xingfang looked particularly amiable, and Feng Xin couldn't help but complained of suffering.

As a result, Su Xingfang immediately said that he had a friend who was also in a timber business. He had just arrived in Beijing from the south recently, holding a large amount of idle money in his hand, just not knowing how to wade into the muddy waters of the capital.

At that time, Feng Xin became interested, and because he was eager to get rid of the embarrassment, he didn't think much, so he cheekedly asked Su Xingfang to thread the needle.

Later, he and the southern businessman hit it off. The other party adjusted the timber to the Feng family to tide over the difficulties, and didn't want to pay anything in return. He just bought a stake in the Feng family's timber shop. Fortunately, there was a foundation for a home in the timber business in the capital.

The Feng family was grateful for this.

Later, the businessman asked Feng Xin to get through the joints of the patrol and city defense battalions, and let in a few batches of private goods. The two families became more intimate in secret.

The businessman even bought a house next door to Feng Xin's house, and even the courtyard wall in the middle was opened up, and there was no problem in daily communication.

But at the moment when the oil was being adjusted in Mili, Su Xingfang, the prefect of Wanping County, was suddenly taken down by Sun Shaozong and Fusi of Beizhen!

Feng Xin felt that the situation was not right at the time. If it was just normal corruption, it should have been handled by the Dali Temple Joint Metropolitan Procuratorate. How could he get involved with Beizhen Fusi?

He was anxious, so he asked about his relationship in every possible way.

However, Feng Xin's personal connections alone made it difficult to detect clues. In the end, under the name of Sun Shaozong's old tribe, he was able to faintly learn that Su Xingfang was actually a spy arranged by the White Lotus Sect in the capital.

To the Feng family, this news is really like five thunders!

Although Feng Xin is not extremely clever, he has experienced it in official circles. After checking this with his recent encounters, he guessed that the fire was mostly the work of Bai Lianjiao.

And their purpose of so much trouble is naturally to pull themselves onto the white lotus cult's thief ship!

At the moment, he was afraid and fortunate, and what he was afraid of was almost sinking into this bottomless pit;

Fortunately, Su Xingfang was exposed early enough, and it was revealed by the old boss Sun Shaozong. Otherwise, if he was stuck in a little deeper, he would be really confused.

That night, he buried his hands in ambush, and invited the businessman next door to his home, prepared to ask a few questions, and then escorted him to Dali Temple.

The reason why I did not report to the official in advance, and chose to take the other party before sending it to Dali Temple, naturally hoped that Sun Shaozong could help and cover up the smuggling of the previous two partnerships.

Unexpectedly, Feng Xin hadn't spoken yet, the businessman took the initiative to reveal the background of Bailian Sect, and then said that the ginseng tea given to Feng Xin and his son a few days ago was actually mixed with some chronic poison. If he takes the antidote from time to time, father and son Both of them will die.

At that time, Feng Xin hated to be able to deprive each other alive.

But in the end he was a life-saving master, so he had to conceal the matter with fear, and secretly seek a doctor for diagnosis and treatment, intending to find a way to detoxify first, and then turn his face with Bai Lianjiao.

But before he could find out what happened, the court suddenly ordered him to follow Sun Shaozong as an envoy to Liaodong.

Feng Xin was overjoyed at the time. He asked for the antidote for half a year, and then secretly took a pill and asked someone to study the counterfeit.

I thought that when he came back from Liaodong, the antidote should be almost imitated. By then, he didn't continue to fall into it, and he would have revenge and revenge.

I never thought that God could play tricks on people like this, when he arrived in this bitter cold land of Liaodong, he still couldn't escape the palm of the Bailian Sect!

A few days ago, when Feng Xin was checking the post, he saw a Han slave-like man who almost stopped his heartbeat when he spoofed the white lotus sect signal, but he had to contact him quietly.

Only then has the previous communication news and secret talks with today's shanty alleys.

The book is back to the main story.

But after saying that after joining Feng Xin, Zhang Xiucai teased him and waited for a safe signal from an accomplice outside, and then he took Feng Xin out of the alley and got into a carriage full of sheep smelt. .

Feng Xin covered his nose and said dullly, "I don't know what is going on when I came out. Why don't you tell me clearly in that alley?"

After a pause, he said anxiously: "Say okay first, if I want to harm Master Sun, I can't help me at all!"

Zhang Xiucai also covered his nose and smiled: "Master Feng Xiang is really loyal."

"Fart loyalty!"

Feng Xin scolded and said, "I cherish my life, do I understand?! If you really can deal with Master Sun, can you Bailian Cult compensate those many people? I'm afraid it's me who just started killing. Jin’s weird sword had already been chopped off!"

With that, Feng Xin's face suddenly showed a look of surprise, and he ignored Zhang Cong. He stretched out a corner of the car curtain and peeped out for a while, then cried out, "This...isn't this the way out of the city?" !"

"Yes, it's the way out of the city."

Zhang Cong struggled to find a set of fluffy clothes from under his buttocks, and said with a smile: "Thank you, Feng Xiangzhu is tired, put on this suit first."

"You...what do you want to do?"

Feng Xin refused to reach out and pick it up. Instead, he moved his body vigilantly and said with a stern voice: "I can warn you that if I stay outside for a long time, it would be hard to explain when I go back to the post!"

Obviously, the people of the White Lotus Cult hadn't revealed his specific plan to him.

Seeing that he refused to pick up those clothes, Zhang Cong was not in a hurry, so he took out a set of fattening and widening, and tried to put it on himself.

Seeing that the fat man refused to say clearly, Feng Xin frowned and looked at him. He didn't know how many thoughts he had turned in his heart. After a while, his eyes widened suddenly: "You... are you dressed as a Mongolian?"

"Of course."

Zhang Cong took the time to smile at him: "If you want to get in and out of Jianzhou City right now, it's naturally the most convenient to pretend to be a Mongolian."

"Joke! Just dress up like this, just trying to hide from those Tartars..."

Feng Xin was waiting for a few words of sarcasm, but the carriage suddenly stopped, and after a while, it started again.

Feeling that there seemed to be something strange outside the car, Feng Xin subconsciously picked up the curtains, and saw that the driver in front of him had changed to a genuine Mongolian!

Not only that, there were six or seven more Mongolian cavalry soldiers around the carriage.

Upon seeing this, Feng Xin couldn't help but blurt out: "The Mongolians who were sent to death outside the city before, you instigated..."

"Shhh!"

Zhang Xiucai hurriedly made a silent gesture, and then pointed to the outside and whispered: "The one outside, maybe he can understand our Han people."

After speaking, he handed over the Mongolian clothes again, and signaled Feng Xin to put it on him quickly.

Feng Xin hesitated for a moment, but after all he did not dare to disobey his intentions, and sullenly hung up the sheepskin coat and wide felt hat.

When they were all cleaned up together, he then asked, "Brother Zhang, I don't know Bai...I wonder what the Shengjiao wants me to do?"

Zhang Cong refused to speak, and said that he was out of town before he said anything.

Reluctantly, Feng Xin had to become uneasy and silent.

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There was no word all the way, because it was the serious Mongols who took the lead, and the relationship between Wa Chou and Houjin was at the most sensitive time, so the group of people hardly received any inspection and easily left Jianzhou City.

When he waited outside Jianzhou City, Zhang Congming was relieved, and he no longer avoided answering Feng Xin's questions.

I briefly narrated the plan first, and then patted the chest of the D cup, and promised: "Master Feng Xiang can rest assured, as long as the soldiers and horses of Xingcheng move, I will order someone to go to the capital to meet your family, and then we will be looking for it. With a chance to get away, Feng will be able to reunite his family in the northwest."

"If I'm on a business trip."

Feng Xin sneered: "You are afraid that you are going to send an order to the capital to take the lives of the young and old of my family, right?"

Zhang Cong smiled slightly: "I expected Master Feng Xiang would not disappoint me."

Feng Xin sneered a few more times, and then picked up the driving curtain to look out, but saw that the carriage had changed a group of people around, front and back, with a long and short weapon of the carrier, and the rashness all over his body. He knew everything at first glance. It is the elite of the White Lotus Sect.

"It seems that I have to follow it."

Feng Xin sighed, but Zhang Cong next to him didn't say a word, apparently tacitly acquiescing to what he said.

The two fell silent again, Feng Xinyue was aggrieved in his heart, and kept holding the curtain to look at the situation outside, without even looking at Zhang Cong.

Zhang Cong didn't care about him either. Since Feng Xin left without saying goodbye, most of those surnamed Sun would only suspect that he was in an accident and would never find him out of the city so quickly.

"Stop, stop!"

At this moment, Feng Xin suddenly yelled: "I'm feeling really uncomfortable. I have to get out of the car and let the water go!"

Hearing this, the driver of the car had to turn around and ask for instructions: "Mr. Zhang, look at..."

Before Zhang Cong could speak, Feng Xin first annoyed: "I'm peeing in the middle of this road. You guys are staring at you. Are you afraid that I won't be able to run?"

Zhang Cong was a little wary at first. Hearing this, he couldn't refuse Feng Xin's request anymore, so the probe commanded: "Stop it first, let Feng Xiang help us run the wheels."

This was knocking to death, preventing Feng Xin from leaving the carriage.

There was a roar of laughter outside, and Feng Xin was not upset. He just got out of the car and turned his back to the wheel while everyone was watching. He untied his belt and asked loudly: "Mr. Zhang~www.wuxiaspot.com~you Don’t come down and relax together?

"No need."

Zhang Cong refused first, but then he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.

"Yes, you are a big man of the sacred religion, so naturally you and our little ones... let go of arrows, let go of arrows!"

Suddenly, Feng Xin yelled loudly, and then he got under the car with a cat waist!

not good!

Zhang Cong finally reacted at this time, Feng Xin was so close, why did he shout loudly?

At the moment, it seems that Feng Xin is clearly calling for others to listen to!

But at this time, even if he reacted, it was already too late. He saw dozens of figures rising in the snow not far away, and his bows and crossbows in his hands were shooting together!

Immediately after that, there was another Angzang man who rushed forward with a huge sword, but who else could it be if it wasn't Sun Shaozong?