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Chapter 120 Jinjiang Exclusive

Qing Fei was aggrieved, and some people were even more aggrieved.

"What did you say! Eight thousand catties of refined iron ingots? Why didn't you say it earlier!"

The study of the Patriarch of the Weng family in Ji Nancheng is magnificent, and the room is full of white silk, which cannot hide the jewels.The young lady of the Weng family, dressed in sackcloth, roared angrily, while the new city lord of Ji Nan City hid under the desk with his cricket pot in his arms, trembling and sobbing softly.

"do not Cry!"

Miss Weng was upset when she heard that, she bared her teeth and roared, "If you cry again, I will strangle your iron-headed hero to death!"

The city lord of Ji Nancheng was startled suddenly, and was about to stand up and argue with his sister.In desperation, he forgot that he was under the desk, and raised his head pretending to be blindfolded.Thinking of his iron-headed hero, he bit his lower lip so hard that he didn't dare to cry.

Miss Weng paced back and forth, wishing she could crush the sapphire floor tiles.She frowned, sat down on the chair angrily, and shouted at her brother: "Get out."

The City Lord of Ji Nan City looked at his sister with tears in his eyes, and said in a low voice: "...Can I just leave?"

Miss Weng was so angry that she wanted to vomit blood, she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes!"

The city lord shrank his neck, and moved out with a whimper.Hold the cricket jar and stand at the farthest place from my sister.

Miss Weng sat on the round-backed chair, staring blankly into the distance.A group of white lanterns under the eaves swayed in the autumn wind, covering most of the sky, leaving only a gap.

Seeing the cracks changing from big to small, Miss Weng thought in a trance: What kind of scenery did my father see when he was sitting here?

The dead who have been buried in the ground cannot tell her.

"Father."

Miss Weng covered her forehead, unwilling to think about it.The deceased is gone, what she has to do now is to support the Weng family!It was holding Ji Nancheng firmly in his hand!

But what can she do!Internal and external troubles, no one can be trusted, no one can use.Even though the guest lords were loyal, they were warriors after all. When encountering this kind of thing, they couldn't think of anything but to kill them... It seemed that this was the only way to go.

Uncle, it was you who were unkind and unrighteous first.

Seeing his sister covering her eyes, the new Ji Nancheng City Lord carefully moved towards the door.

"Where are you going!"

The City Lord trembled, and quickly stood upright, his eyes fluttering and talking nonsense: "I, I, I take a breath, I just..."

The new city lord slowly lowered his head against his sister's blade-like eyes.He shrugged his head and muttered softly: "I heard that my cousin is back..."

"What does he have to do with you when he comes back!" Miss Weng yelled angrily, "Do you know that the An family wants to replace us! What is An Shijun! You messed with him! Look at what you have done, Eight thousand catties of refined iron ingots, how much will you pay for this contract, this contract!"

The city lord rubbed his ears and muttered: "Sister, I can't blame me for this matter. How did I know that there would be an accident in the mine...My father praised me at that time."

Miss Weng covered her head, unable to talk to him.

The so-called misfortune never comes singly, but blessings never come together.My father died suddenly, and I don't know whether the dead family was a thief or a foreign enemy.Before his father's bones were cold, the relative of An's family was jumping up and down.Now that the miners are making trouble, I'm afraid they are instigating it.

Familiar regular customers such as Qiaogongfang are okay, and there is always a bit of friendship.But like this order of [-] catties of refined iron ingots, there are quite a few black and white letters and stamps.The deposit was a lot, and if Ji Nancheng could not deliver the goods in time, that would be three times the compensation.

The city lord turned around his head, his eyes lit up, and he suggested happily: "Sister, don't let my cousin talk to my uncle, or let him plead with grandma, grandma likes him the most."

Miss Weng rolled her eyes at her younger brother, and smiled angrily, "What do you want?"

"Let my uncle tell the miners to go to the mine. Under the overturned nest...the eggs are all broken, and he can't get any benefits. Besides, if you don't go to work, and you don't like absenteeism, then you will have no money."

Miss Weng asked in surprise: "How do you know? You can think of these things with your brain? Where did you hear the news?"

The elder sister's contempt made the city owner very angry. He boldly stepped forward, raised his head and said, "Of course I know, I, my friend said it."

"your friend?"

Miss Weng looked at her own brother suspiciously, but she thought it was impossible.His mother died young, and his father was busy with official duties.The siblings grew up dependent on each other, and Miss Weng knew how much her younger brother weighed like the back of her hand.His friends are either playboys or sycophants.That trash An Shijun is among them, that's a good thing - at least he still has a good skin.

Ji Nancheng's city master expressed his heartache for his sister's indifferent contempt. He ran to the desk and said confidently: "Sister, my friend is amazing! What he said is right. Cousin Didn't he kidnap the little girl and run away? My friend said the day before yesterday that he will be arrested today!"

"Don't believe it." Ji Nancheng scratched his head and said eagerly, "He played cards with Lai Pigui and the others, and there is no one who won't win. Fighting crickets is also very good! Oh oh oh, I remembered, the other day he said But...what are you talking about...I'll think about it."

The city lord scratched his ears and scratched his cheeks, thinking hard: "I remembered! He said smoke! He said that at the time, look at the smoke, it stops behind the blast furnace. I said at the time that my iron-making blast furnace will not be closed all year round. Then he said that since ancient times, no one who has won the world has had an easier time than that..."

Miss Weng's expression changed, she stood up slowly, and said slowly: "In ancient times, there is no such thing as Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty who won all the changes in the world. He sat on the throne as a wife and relatives."

"Yes, yes, sister, how do you know?"

Miss Weng stood up slowly, showing a hint of a smile.The accountant who my father relied on the most during his lifetime read this sentence before he left.

It seems that there is more than one smart person in the world.

"Brother, go and invite your friend to the house."

There are many mines in Ji Nancheng, so there are many mountains, and if there are many mountains, it will inevitably be humid and cold.Before October, Jingting had already put on a silver fox cloak.He holds a gilt copper smoke ball in his hand, leaning against the vermilion railing.The sun is warm and the sun is drowsy.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Jing Ting opened his eyes and smiled at the young man who came in a hurry: "Brother An is back?"

An Shijun glanced at the two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table, sat down and said with a sneer, "Mr. Jing is a master of planning, why bother."

Jing Ting rolled up his sleeves, and said with a light smile, "There's nothing in the world that predicts things like a god, but it's just a matter of doing everything according to the destiny...cough cough cough."

An Shijun has a good skin, with straight eyebrows and peachy eyes, he has attracted many boudoir girls.He always prided himself on his looks, but looking at the young man in front of him, Mr. An had to admit: "Beauty is in the bone but not in the skin."

Jing Ting stopped coughing, folded the silk handkerchief, leaned forward and smiled slightly: "Brother An praised me, I dare not refuse."

An Shijun was taken aback for a moment, thinking of something, his eyes suddenly turned red.He picked up the wine glass, drank it in one gulp, and sneered again and again: "Okay, open the skylight and talk. Everything is according to your plan. No one in Taihe City doesn't know about Cheng Xiaoke's divorce and elopement, right? What's the next step!" "

Jing Ting waved his hand and asked Zhaoyue to guard outside the door.

He got up and sat opposite An Shijun, picked up the copper pillar, fiddled with the small stove for warming the wine, and said slowly: "Mr. An, please be safe and don't be impatient. In the way of heaven, retribution is not good, and no one can escape."

"Hahaha, God, how could Xinnu die! And my poor children...what did they do wrong! That child, that child has grown all their hands and feet!" An Shijun's eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth.As if thinking of the unspeakable hatred, the anger gradually turned into a hoarse growl, "...Old bastard, it's cheap for him...too cheap for him..."

In the small red clay stove, the charcoal is fiddled with, and the light of the fire reflects Jing Ting's pale face.It's getting more and more light and weak, which is worrying.

He picked up the jug and filled it for An Shijun.

An Shijun seemed to be startled, immediately curbed his madness, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

He stared at the glass of fine wine. After a long time, he sighed: "Young Master Jing, I lost my temper. But I hate it, hate it day and night! I wish I could peel the Weng family's skin and cramps, no, this is hard to dispel the hatred in my heart ! That bastard, old bastard!"

"He's dead." Jing Ting's voice was as clear as ever, with a little sickly laziness.Gentle and slow, deceptive, "He is dead, but the Weng family is still there. To take revenge on a person, you have to destroy the thing he cares most about."

An Shijun nodded: "Yes, that's what I thought. He killed my wife and children, and I want him to die with regret!"

An Shijun shook his spirits, and asked full of expectation: "Master Jing, do you think Taihezong will come? When will they come? The old beast is gone, and the Weng family is the meat on the chopping block! Taihezong won't ...won't you come?"

Jing Ting lowered his eyes and sighed softly: "Brother An, you are a smart person, how can you be so confused? Taihe Zong is looking for you, looking for An's family. Brothers and sisters of the Weng family, I hope they can find you so that they can push you away." go out."

An Shijun was startled, and hurriedly said: "Brother Jing, you didn't say that at the beginning!"

Jing Ting covered his lips and coughed lightly, and said with a sigh of relief: "How could I lie to Brother An? The Weng family has been in business for all these years, and they will collapse at any time? Now everything is going according to plan, and the Weng family siblings are already ants on the hot pot, waiting for your help Woolen cloth."

Just as An Shijun was about to sneer, he thought about what he could do to help.He looks very handsome, but he is actually just a fool.He can't be successful in literature or martial arts, so he can only please his elders with sweet words, and his father doesn't take him seriously.

"Brother An, don't underestimate yourself. Now that the situation in Ji Nan City is unclear, your father will inevitably be anxious. I need you to remind one or two things. Cranes and clams compete for the fisherman's profit. The An family controls the mining production. How can we have that idiot brother and sister of the Weng family in the open?" Isn't it good?"

An Shijun nodded again and again, clapped his hands and said: "Brother Jing is right!" As he spoke, his face suddenly changed, revealing a cold disgust: "But I don't like the An family either...Hmph, neither is a good thing. "

Jing Ting laughed dumbfounded, and said calmly: "Wouldn't it be better if two tigers fight each other, the harder the fight the better. It's not good if one tiger dominates."

An Shijun nodded solemnly.From the time that old beast died, he knew that this mysterious nobleman would definitely avenge himself!

He raised his wine glass, bowed to Jingting, and drank with his head raised.

Jing Ting watched him leave with a slack smile on his face.

Zhaoyue walked upstairs lightly and handed a pot of new tea to him.Seeing him bowing his head to drink tea, he took out a bouquet of golden chrysanthemums from behind with a smile on his face, offered the treasure and said, "Look, sir."

Jing Ting took a closer look and said puzzledly, "Nothing unusual."

Zhaoyue flattened her mouth: "Lang Jun, this is a chrysanthemum, didn't you often talk about it in the past?"

"The chrysanthemums in the east of the fence have a deep path, so you can sing alone." Jing Ting took one and played with it in his hand, and sighed with a chuckle, "It's better to be in the homeland, and it's normal to think about it day and night."

Seeing that he likes it, Zhaoyue is also happy: "Lang Jun, you like it, Anu folds more every day. There is another kind of flower that is about to bloom. I inquired about it, and it seems to be called early spring plum. Just look at the flowers and you will know it." , it must look good when opened."

Jing Ting laughed and said, "You don't want to destroy the flowers with your hands. The autumn chrysanthemum and winter plum are unbreakable, but now they are doing well, and they will all be destroyed in your hands."

Zhaoyue was not disappointed when she heard this, instead she smiled and said, "Your Majesty is in a good mood today, it's not because of Mr. An."

"It's a blessing that he didn't make trouble for me." Jing Ting lightly pulled the chrysanthemum petals and sprinkled them into the drinking utensils, "Three is divided into Taihe City, and there are still six points, but it is a blessing."

Zhaoyue was puzzled and said, "What are you lucky about?"

Jing Ting frowned with sorrow: "I just found out today that when the news of Jun Lie's death arrived in Guangling, it was only one step late. It is really the blessings of the ancestors, if it is at the banquet..."

He couldn't imagine that the news of the assassination of the commander in chief of the Jun Han Mansion would just arrive at the time when all the heroes gathered.At that time, what will the Jing family face.

Who is so vicious.

Canaan?

But Canaan needed the Jing family as a shield.How can this flag be destroyed when it has just been erected.That person is not a dull person, he should know that it is difficult to act now that the world is stable.Then put the shackles on the Jing family, like dancing in the mud.

If it's not Canaan, who could it be?

The Twelve City League, return ten thousand mu of land?

With such abilities, but... are they afraid of the Jing family?Need to be so cautious and take precautions?

No, how could two tigers be afraid of a sick cat.Even for this sick cat, he did not hesitate to put his own reputation on the line.If so, they could deal with the Jing family directly.

The strong kill without reason.

Who the hell?Could it be that he had a long-standing grievance with Jun Han's mansion and took the opportunity to kill and blame the Jing family.It also seems a bit far-fetched.

Jing Ting couldn't help coughing lightly, and Zhaoyue hurriedly comforted him, persuading him, "Lang Jun, you are... you were so happy just now, it's all my fault."

"Cough cough cough... cough cough... it's okay... cough cough cough cough."

I don't know how long I coughed, as if I was going to cough up all the liver, gallbladder and viscera.Panting lightly, Jing Ting raised his head, revealing that youthful face that didn't match his age.

Moisture dripped from the corners of the slightly raised eyes, and her cheeks turned red, as if she had applied rouge.He raised his jaw, and showed a graceful and leisurely smile to the city lord of Ji Nan City who came in a hurry.

There seemed to be something burning in his body, revealing a magnificence that made people despair.