After seeing Fushun again four or five days later, Chen Zhuo couldn't help laughing: "Uncle Shun, is Uncle Wanqi detaining your food ration? Why are you so haggard?"

I hurriedly ordered someone to go to the kitchen and stew a pot of ginseng chicken soup.

Chunliu smiled and handed a cup of hot tea to Fushun.

While drinking dry tea, Fushun smiled at Chen Zhuo and said, "We all run heterodyne like this. Miss, don't be busy, I'm afraid I'll have a nosebleed."

As he said that, he glanced around him.

The spring willows understood and kept Linglong Chenzhuo by his side. He walked to the entrance of Baoxiamen and looked around alertly.

Fushun lowered his voice and said seriously: "The county magistrate has sent three groups of people to investigate. Because it is an old matter, it is difficult to investigate. I was assigned by the county magistrate to investigate the people who were dismissed back to my hometown, but there are still people who are also investigating the matter."

Chen Zhuo raised his eyebrows: "People in the clan?"

Fushun nodded slightly, and the corner of his mouth curled: "Miss Jingzhi wants to guess? Who is checking?"

Chen Zhuo looked at his relaxed expression and felt happy, "Is it the little master?"

Fushun chuckled softly and nodded deeply: "It seems that the words that the coachman shouted that day hit the heart of the young master. When the young master returned, he immediately asked someone to check the whereabouts of his old servants and concubines at home. In the middle of the night, someone went straight to Bianshan. The next morning, someone went to the other side of Taihu Lake in the name of returning to his hometown to visit relatives."

After a pause, Fusun's eyes flashed, "And the place I want to go is exactly the opposite shore of Taihu Lake!"

Chen Zhuo hurriedly asked: "What's the result?"

Fushun sneered: "I got nothing." After saying that, he stared at Chen Zhuo carefully.

Chen Zhuo's face was filled with colorful colors and he whispered: "This is the biggest gain!"

Fushun admires this little girl so much that he can’t admire her anymore!

Linglong looked back and forth at the two people in a daze-what? You can’t understand!

Chen Zhuo stood up excitedly and walked back and forth in the small room: "This means that those people were not dismissed back to their hometowns, but were driven out, or they would be killed directly; otherwise, they would be avoiding disaster because they knew what they shouldn't have known!"

Fushun nodded solemnly: "That's right! The county magistrate also meant this. But," he frowned in frustration, "If none of those people can be found, this matter will be difficult to deal with!"

Chen Zhuo smiled slightly: "No hurry. How many years have you been to Wuxing? The young master was able to defeat the old patriarch's last words with one person and force the position of the patriarch to the eldest house. Now he is angry and suspicious. One move will definitely be thunderous and one blow will hit you! So, just wait and see!"

How can the hatred of killing a son be good?!

Chen Heng was able to make the prosperous Shen family of Wuxing look to this day, so he naturally had the ability to find evidence and find out the truth of the past!

Fushun was excited when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Miss Jingzhi said very much. I will go back and tell the county magistrate."

Chen Zhuo smiled and kept him in a smile: "There is no rush to be at this moment. I will go out tomorrow. It is inconvenient for Brother Jiu and Uncle Cheng to do it. I wonder if Uncle Shun can accompany me?"

This matter cannot be hidden from Wanqi Sheng for too long.

Since tomorrow is a trip to Jie Zhong, you might as well let Fushun follow him.

It can be considered as a disguised explanation to Wan Qisheng.

Although Fushun was a little confused, he thought of the two people who were sent by Wanqi Sheng to accompany Chen Zhuo back and mentioned that "running around the mountains and fields" and nodded, "So. I will take a break and eat something. I will return to the city and tell us the county magistrate that I will come here early tomorrow morning."

Chen Zhuo comforted him a few more words and then pointed out again: "The people from the Xiaomao family have changed their cleanness in decades. However, the Dexiao family may not be. If you can directly reach into his inner house, then things will be much easier."

Fushun was stunned again, and his heart trembled: Miss Second is not going to let Chen Jie go...

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The next morning, Fushun shaved his face, changed into a new shirt, appeared at the door of the villa with a spirit, and sat in the carriage and waited quietly.

Chen Zhuo came out and laughed as soon as he saw him.

Linglong followed and joked: "Our lady specially chose old clothes to wear, but Uncle Shun met with the groom. What should I do?"

Chen Zhuo looked at the deep moon-white clothes on his body and smiled and said, "I am the way our Mrs. Meng is. Uncle Shun is afraid it was Uncle Wanqi's order?"

Fushun nodded with a smile.

Aunt Zeng was a little confused, but she didn't say anything, just picked up the bag in her hand carefully.

There was a flat-length sandalwood box on it, which was handed to her with precious and valuable place in the morning and asked her to keep it.

Fushun was a little excited when he watched the three of them get into the car.

Ever since he followed Wanqisheng to Wuxing County, he was ordered to quietly investigate the whereabouts of a "Mr. Beizhu".

However, eight out of ten people living between the remaining waters of Bianshan were from the Shen family.

Chen Heng, the youngest master of Shen clan in Wuxing, said six or seven years ago: "It is strictly forbidden for the Shen clan to search and investigate Mr. Beizhu's traces."

Wanqisheng was helpless.

Because even if Mr. Beizhu was found, he did not intend to introduce him to the court.

I can only look for it quietly.

So after searching, I found it now.

But now, Chen Zhuo made a clear hint, which was equivalent to telling Wanqi Sheng: she found Mr. Beizhu and planned to visit him.

No matter how smart and cunning Chen Zhuo is, he is just a little girl.

If you meet Mr. Beizhu and send the county magistrate's greeting, Mr. Beizhu may not have chosen Chen Xinshu!

Fushun was a little distracted, and the horse whip hit the horse's buttocks and it was a little light or heavy.

The tall horse sighed, shook its head impatiently, shook its tail, and jumped its hooves.

A passerby happened to pass by next to him and was startled: "What are you doing?!"

Fushun came back to his senses and hurriedly pulled the reins: "Wow~~~"

The car curtain was lifted open, and Chen Zhuo sat upright inside, Linglong asked, "What's wrong?"

Fushun was a little embarrassed: "Uh, I didn't pay attention, I almost hit someone." As he said that, he jumped out of the shaft and bowed to the passerby: "Sir, I'm sorry. Are you hurt?"

Chen Zhuo turned his head slightly and looked at the passerby.

The man seemed to have been to school. He was wearing a wide-sleeved shirt and a half-old cotton felt cloak. He was tied to the top, but a bamboo branch was inserted into the hairpin.

The man spoke, and he was polite: "It's okay if you didn't touch me."

Fushun breathed a sigh of relief, straightened up, and wanted to leave.

Chen Zhuo frowned gently.

This doesn't work.

Sure enough, when the man saw that Fushun was about to leave, he became dissatisfied and said, "You rich people are traveling with rippling cars and horses. Why don't you bring more guards? If you hurt a passerby and meet a bad temper, you can be afraid of being beaten by someone with a big fist!"

Linglong thought she was about to leave, but the curtain had been put down.

When Chen Zhuo heard this, he couldn't help laughing and ordered: "Aunt Zeng, go down and apologize respectfully. That gentleman is so bright that he will not be apologized for money. Therefore, you must be extra serious."

Aunt Zeng agreed and got out of the car with the curtain.

Fushun's face was flushed at this time, and he hurriedly stopped Aunt Zeng: "This matter has arisen because of me, how can I make the lady apologize?"

Chen Zhuo was slightly raised in the car and said, "Uncle Shun is tired and it is inevitable that he will be distracted for a while. Among these people, I am the Lord, and you are the servant. It is natural for me to have any mistakes."

Aunt Zeng had already smiled and bowed her knees to the man: "Sir, don't blame me, it's my fault. Sir, I hope he can forgive me."

The man heard the few words of Chen Zhuo, and was very satisfied. He nodded and said, "Your lady is a polite person, which is great. It's okay. You must have something to do when you go out early in the morning, so you don't have to delay this for me. Please."

Chen Zhuo heard him comment on himself, blinked, turned slightly, faced outside the car, and bowed, "Thank you." Then he sat upright, still dignified and solemn.

Linglong blinked, not understanding.

Aunt Zeng got on the bus, and Fushun rushed the bus quietly and honestly, never daring to get distracted again.

The man looked at the back of the carriage on the side of the road and murmured: "When did Wuxing County have such an elegant woman? Why don't I know?"

Inside the car, Lingqing pulled and shook her eyes, and she was wondering.

Chen Zhuo sighed and glared at her, and had to explain: "Since that man praised me, out of politeness, Aunt Zeng and I should have said something humbly. But when the curtain was opened, I saw a small hole in the man's cotton felt cloak. This means that the man had not yet married, otherwise his wife would definitely sew it for him.

"This kind of talented scholar and literati is very polite and easy to talk to, and he is not married, so he must be particularly lonely. Therefore, I cannot see him.

"But if Aunt Zeng only thanks him for this kind of person, Aunt Zeng must have the style of a wealthy family managing a wife. But Aunt Zeng doesn't have it."

Aunt Zeng's face turned red.

Chen Zhuo smiled and shook her hand, indicating that he didn't have to think too much, and then continued, "So I used this method. Although we were in the car, the listener could hear how the sound came out. I faced him, bowed down, and then thanked him. He must have heard my posture. At the same time, I didn't give the suffix, and the word "sir" would not give him any room to talk back. Look, is that man so smart that he didn't say anything?"

Linglong frowned and finished listening, thinking for a long time, shook her head: "I don't understand."

Chen Zhuo choked and gave her a blank look: "Idiot."

But Aunt Zeng and Fushun both understood.

One admires Miss Jingzhi's urgent wisdom and the other admires her own lady's etiquette and rules.

The carriage swayed all the way and went up the mountain.

Between the clouds and mist, green bamboos surround, and the mountain streams gurgle and jingle.

Deep in the valley, under the cover of the bamboo sea, there is a small courtyard with the bamboo fence and thatched hut.

When you approach, outside the yard, there is also a plaque carved by old poplar wood on the bamboo shelf door that is not guarding against gentlemen or villains.

There are two big words written on it: "Shanjia".

Chen Zhuo held Linglong's hand and got out of the car, stood in front of the yard, looked up at the plaque, and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Mr. Kitazumari, it's been a long time since.

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