Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

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The snow has just melted, and the early spring in Peking is very cold.

A group of scholars stood outside the alley stomping their feet, talking in low voices in twos and threes.

The entrance to the alley is very narrow, and most of it is blocked when a carriage enters.

Obviously, most of the people living here are ordinary people.

The two Dongchang Fanzi were originally monitored outside the alley, but they were squeezed to the side by this group of scholars. Because of the explanation from the above, they resisted the plan to do something.

"I heard that this man of Lan is a strong man, but unfortunately he died of murder. What a shame!"

"He went to Fang's house yesterday. He heard that he was humiliated by Xing He Bo in public, but he would rather be unyielding. He was finally driven out in anger by Xing He Bo."

"That person will be reported to Javier. There are powerful family members under him, and it is easy to kill Lord Lan."

"Lord Lan just went to ask him to close the academy, and he knocked his head. In the end, I felt unfair when it came to this end!"

"It's unfair, but what can we do?"

"How can there be no way? Let's go and see your Majesty!"

"Don't talk nonsense, it's persecuting the king!"

"Then go to block Fang's house! With so many of us, what can his few houses do? Are there any princes who dare to go?"

"No need to go..."

"Why? Uh..."

The horseshoe stepped on the moist ground quietly, and Fang Xing rode his horse expressionlessly.

"He...he dare to come?"

The big white horse is extraordinarily elegant today. The hoof is raised and lowered, and every step is a rhythm.

More than a hundred people were actually suppressed by the momentum of this person.

Waiting for Fang Xing to ride to the front of the crowd, a man screamed: "Fang Xing, you killed Lan Dao!"

"Um?"

Fang Xing's gaze shifted, and he looked at this person condescendingly: "Are you from the Ministry of Justice? Or from Dali Temple?"

This person was full of anger and said: "Land who offended you yesterday, was strangled to death at home in the evening, Xinghebo, Lan and other people have no grievances and no enmity, who will kill him? It's not you and who is it? "

"Yes! Not who you are?"

Fang Xing looked at these scholars with different thoughts, and only felt that Daming's future was worrying.

"Who advocates, who presents evidence, went to falsely accuse an earl for no reason, do you know what the crime is? Stripped of your clothes will not stop!"

"Get out of the way!"

Fang Xing stopped drinking, and the group of scholars unexpectedly flashed to the sides, but he was not at all happy, only sad.

Entering the alley, Fang Xing suddenly rode his horse and turned around and said: "You are not as good as Lan Jian. He at least dares to insist on what he thinks is correct, but you have to rely on a lot of people. I dare to stand up to the front. What use does Da Ming want you to wait for such an act?"

These few words cruelly exposed the minds of these scholars, and all kinds of feedback suddenly came.

Some were blushing, some turned their heads, ashamed...

But someone yelled: "Masters, let me wait to get rid of this scourge for Daming today!"

"good!"

"Who is saying yes?"

Fang Xingduan sat down and swept his eyes coldly.

Silent! These people thought of Fang Xing's record, no one dared to be the first.

"Courageless people!"

Fang Xing shook his head and turned his horse back in.

The two fans who had just been squeezed out by these scholars at the entrance of the alley immediately began to mock.

"Yo! It was terrible just now. Now that Xinghe Bo is here, why don't you dare to scream? Go! Why didn't you dare to go?"

"The Fa doesn't blame the public. When people come out, Xing He Bo really understands you, hahahaha!"

Just startled by Fang Xing, and now being run by the Dongchang Fanzi, more than half of the people hide their faces on the spot, and the rest are also looking at each other. In the end, they cheer each other up, and don't know what they want to stay here.

The residence of Lan Jian's house is a bit cramped. The so-called courtyard can only stand more than a dozen people.

When Fang woke up, the outside was sealed by the Dongchang people. After seeing Fang Xing, someone went in to report.

Later, this person came out and said, "Uncle Xing, please come in."

Fang Xing got off his horse and went in. Xin Laoqi and the others waited outside without greeting.

Five houses, this is the residence of the family.

A woman stood in the middle with a seven or eight year old boy, staring blankly at the door panel on the right side of the yard.

Lying on the door panel was a blue-faced Lan Jian. The cloth on his forehead had been untied, revealing a long scarred wound.

People kept coming in and out of those five rooms, and Sun Xiang also came out. After seeing Fang Xing, he handed over and said, "What's the matter with Uncle Xinghe?"

Before Fang Xing could answer, the woman turned around and stared at Fang Xing, the hatred in her eyes burning like a flame.

"It's you! You killed my husband!"

Fang Xing lowered his eyes and said, "If Fang wanted to kill, he wouldn't be stupid enough to do it that day."

Hatred can deceive people's IQ, but some people can be stimulated by their thoughts.

"Isn't you who you are? It is you who used this idea to kill someone and get away, Fang Xing, I'm fighting with you!"

The woman let go of the boy, took out a pair of scissors from her arms and rushed over.

Fang Xing frowned and said, "Grandpa Sun, this is your business."

The woman's figure stumbled, Fang Xing just flicked and avoided it.

She rushed forward, unable to stop the rush, and fell to the ground in one fell swoop, suddenly beating the ground, howling.

"Husband, why are you going! How can you let your concubine be yours! My sirs, please help me kill him! Kill him!"

There was despair and unwillingness in this cry, which made people feel very embarrassed.

"Mother! Mother!"

The boy ran over and grabbed the woman's hand and cried, "Mother, father is not awake yet, get up quickly, and go with the child to wake up father..."

The howls of adults and children shook the sky, but the investigating officers of the Criminal Department and Dongchang turned a blind eye, looking for clues indifferently.

Sun Xiang sighed: "This mother and son can only drift and helpless after this, pitiful!"

This year, if a woman goes back to her family’s house, it’s okay, but it depends on whether her family’s family is strong enough. If she can’t go back, she will only get a blank eye~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Fang Xing walked over, squatted on the ground and said: "I swear, if Lanjian is my killer Yes, or my idea, then I will never be reincarnated!"

The woman's howl stopped, she slowly got up to organize her clothes, Fang Xing got up and backed away.

"Who is that? Xinghebo, tell me who it is?"

Fang Xingyixing and Bo Zhizun swore to a lonely woman who had just died of her husband, which was beyond Sun Xiang's expectation. He sighed slightly in his heart, then went in and asked, "Can you find any clues?"

This is a ‘study’, and it’s a small study separated from me.

The three men were searching inside, and heard the words: "Father-in-law, it's just that there are footprints under the window."

"Look, father-in-law."

Sun Xiang walked to the window, and the man pointed to the window and said: "At that time, Lan Jian was sitting at the desk and reading. This man stood by the window and quietly opened the window. Sun Xiang didn't notice it, and he could see that his skills were high."

"Say the point!"

Sun Xiang frowned, and the man quickly said: "This man didn't come in. He probably used the method of riding a horse on the grassland. He directly wrapped Lan Jian's neck with a rope, dragged it to the window, and strangled him alive. Here. You see there are traces of friction and struggle on the windows, and there are still a few strands of residual threads."

"Then this man used a bamboo pole to pick up the rope over the beam of the house, and when he pulled himself, he pulled Lan Jian up, but he had to tie one end of the rope to the window lattice. This is the clue."

"Can someone be found based on these?"

Sun Xiang asked.

"Uh……"

The man said embarrassedly: "Father-in-law, that's impossible. It can only be concluded through these that Lan Jian died of murder. As for the murderer, he has to look for Lan Jian's enemies or search for prairie people in the capital."

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