After reading the official document, the officer smiled and bowed to the crowd, saying, "This time, we have to rely on the Censor to observe clearly and not fear power. Everyone, it is a great blessing to have our Lord Gong take charge of Fengyang Mansion!"

"Did you hear it? It turns out that the one who killed the girl nun in Prajna Temple was not only the bandits from Jiangbei Village, but also Zhao Hongchuan!"

"I really can't behave like a person. In the past, I saw Boss Zhao smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, with such kindness and kindness. I didn't expect that he would be so crazy!"

"Yes, yes, there is also the magistrate... Why do you hear the official document saying that there is an uneven distribution of spoils for business profits? Could it be that the dead magistrate also has something to do with the bandits?"

"Who knows, the twists and turns in the officialdom are so deep. Now there is no evidence to die. If the yamen says this, that's it?"

After hearing this, Chen Kang smiled slightly. God knew what kind of hatred and resentment of Wang Dazhang and Gong Biansan were.

Chen Kang was originally just planning to charge Zhao Hongchuan for thieves, but unexpectedly, Gong Busan also involved the case of Prajna Temple. Although this was Zhao Hongchuan's sin, if Gong Busan had not been to slander Wang Dazhang again after his death, he would have said nothing.

Now, Wang Dazhang was wrongly accused Fu Diwu of killing Xu Dake, and the Thirteenth murder case of Prajna Temple was closed, and the sheltered criminals almost escaped. In addition, the three major crimes of communicating business and thieves were locked on Wang Dazhang's tomb.

After hearing this, Meng Fanrui couldn't help but say suspiciously: "What's the matter? The case of Prajna Temple is also related to Zhao Hongchuan?"

Chen Kangnu blinked his mouth, his eyes slightly lit. His little right hand slowly twisted the left cuff, revealing eight white and shiny teeth, and said with a smile: "How can the government judge, that's what's going on."

Jingyue knelt in front of the gate of the Censorate Office with a thunderous sound and said with tears in her eyes: "Thank you, Master Qingtian, the thirteen lives of my Prajna Temple have finally been wronged!"

A pretty girl smiled and slowly withdrew from the crowd. She walked gracefully to the teahouse beside her and sat opposite a scribe in a blue-shirted shirt with her back facing the crowd.

"Mr. Zhou, the government has made a case."

Zhou Kun smiled slightly, nodded, and said, "I understand."

The woman frowned slightly and looked around and asked, "Have you come yet?"

Zhou Kun smiled and said, "It's me that came too early, it's not that he came too late."

The woman shook her head in anger and said disappointedly: "This Zhang Duo is not as useful as Zhao Hongchuan. It would be fine if he is not smart. Even if his husband asked him to meet him, he would dare not come to wait for him in advance and waste his time."

Zhou Kun smiled slightly and said, "Xiao Qimo, your temper is even older than the teacher."

The woman lowered her head slightly and said, "Qi Mo doesn't dare, she just talks for the gentleman."

Zhou Kun smiled and said, "Zhang Duo is useless, but he is obedient. Zhao Hongchuan learned to restrain his temper after this experience, and will be more useful in the future."

Qi Mo Nunu said, "If the master hadn't been reluctant to abandon Zhao Hongchuan, he would have died this time, and the gentleman would have been kind-hearted and found a way to save him."

Zhou Kun smiled and said, "Zhao Hongchuan has been entrenched in Fengyang Mansion for many years and has already mastered many connections and business paths. If he is allowed to develop, one day, that person will be unable to control him due to the long journey. This time, the tremendous changes in Fengyang Mansion are catering to that person's wishes. He can take Zhao Hongchuan back into his palm without knowing it. I, haha, I just understand that person's intention and follow the flow."

Qi Mo sipped the cherry sip, and a pair of willow leaves frowned, and sighed deeply: "Master is really far-sighted." She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Zhou Kun and said, "No wonder Mr. is so valued by his master. If someone else is there, how could he see the master's thoughts?"

A strong man walked from afar, followed by a fat coachman wearing a hat. The fat coachman tied the carriage aside and followed the strong man into the teahouse.

The strong man's clothes were not neat at all. Although he could see that he was wearing a new dress, he was folded and wrinkled, and his chest was slightly scattered. He could see a black mole on the person's chest.

The fat coachman was generous and sat opposite Zhou Kun and took off his hat. This man was supposed to be killed by Qiu Hou. At this time, Zhao Hongchuan, who was imprisoned in the prison of the Censorate.

Zhao Hongchuan bowed, as if there were thousands of words, only one sentence was left: "Thank you Mr. Zhou for helping him save Zhao." He paused, bowed to Qi Mo, and said: "Thank you, Miss Qi Mo, too."

Qi Mo pushed his hands and said, "I just follow the teacher's words. Boss Zhao doesn't have to thank the little girl."

Zhao Hongchuan smiled and said, "What you want, what you want. If it weren't for Miss Qi Mo's disguise, who turned others into my appearance and bribed the prison guards, Zhao would have been unable to escape death no matter what."

Qi Mo snorted and laughed, but no longer rejected his gratitude.

Zhao Hongchuan looked at Zhang Duo and said, "In the future, the business of Daxing rice shop in Fengyang Mansion will be handed over to you. Accounts and imports and delivery are all under control. If you know each other, be your boss with nothing to do. If you dare to distort your mind, the outcome will definitely be even worse than mine! Do you hear it clearly!"

Zhao Hongchuan spoke to Zhou Kun, Qi Mo and Zhang Duo like two people, two faces. In just a moment, from being humble and leaning against each other to being harsh and fierce, Zhao Hongchuan changed very quickly, without even a little psychological burden.

Naturally, like a natural actor.

Zhang Duo bowed his hand and replied quickly: "Yes! Master, don't worry, the villain must be a tragic boss, be a boss with nothing to do."

Zhao Hongchuan nodded slightly, looked at Zhou Kun with a smile and said, "Mr. Zhou, let's set off?"

Zhou Kun knew that what Zhao Hongchuan said to Zhang Duo just now was also telling himself, "I understand what you mean and have learned a lesson. I will not extend my hand in the future."

Zhou Kun smiled slightly. He liked smart people, whether it was the boy in the crowd or the middle-aged man like Maitreya Buddha in front of him, but what he liked even more was the arrogant boy who overturned the table in Fuhua Building to protect his reputation and dignity.

The trip to Fengyang Mansion is worth this trip.

Zhou Kun was very satisfied. Returning to the treacherous capital from this simple environment was like going from a paradise to hell. He nodded helplessly, reluctantly picked up the rough tea in front of him, took a sip indifferently, sighed lightly, and said, "Let's go."

Zhao Hongchuan smiled, his eyes full of expectations. He finally went to the supreme place in the capital. He finally returned to his master and punched him. He pressed down his hat and covered his eyes with joy.

Qi Mo supported Zhou Kun and got on the carriage. Zhao Hongchuan naturally sat outside the carriage, whipped a long whip, and shouted: "Driving!"
Chapter completed!