The happy life of a prodigal

Seeing this woman who looked like a beggar, I couldn't help feeling a little bit in my heart, and said: "Back then, the imperial court sent troops to suppress the rebellion. It was a regulation drawn up by the Ministry of War, drafted by the cabinet, and approved by the emperor.

My father was just acting according to the order. If Miss Liu wants to seek revenge, she should go to the Minister of the Ministry of War, the cabinet elder and the emperor of Chu. What does it have to do with my father?

Even if it has something to do with my father, what does it have to do with me? "

Liu Qing heard Fang Xiu mention the past, anger appeared on his thin face, looked at him, and said in a flat tone: "Your father led the army, your father was the one who robbed, and your father was the one who murdered. How could it have nothing to do with your father?" ?”

Fang Xiu shook his head and said, "The so-called General Dingyuan is just a knife in the emperor's hand. The knife can indeed kill people, but... is there anything wrong with the knife?"

Liu Qing said lightly: "This is sophistry."

"Sophistry or not..."

Fang Xiu looked at Liu Qing and said: "The knife is not wrong, if there is a mistake, it is the person holding the knife who is wrong."

Liu Qing's expression didn't change, she just turned her head and didn't care about Fangxiu anymore.

Fang Xiu smiled and said: "Even if the knife is wrong, the son of the knife, of course, the knife has no son, what I said is if...

If the knife has a son, what is wrong with the son of the knife? "

Liu Qing still didn't speak, apparently lost interest in arguing with Fang Xiu.

Seeing her like this, Fang Xiu didn't continue to pester her, but changed the subject and said, "What's your relationship with the 'Poison Gu Sect'?

Or, what is the relationship between your tribe and the 'Poison Gu Sect'? "

Liu Qing's expression was always calm, only hearing the word 'Poison Gu faction', a slight change occurred.

Of course, just for a moment.

However, Fang Xiu could tell that her instant reaction was completely different from that of the middle-aged assassin.

If the middle-aged assassin cared too much about the 'Poison Gu Sect', he pretended to be calm and ignorant.

So......

Liu Qing just doesn't care about the 'Poison Gu Sect', so she doesn't care about Fang Xiu's question.

"Two days ago, people from the Poison Gu Sect tried to rescue you, and some of them were arrested."

Fang Xiuruo said pointedly.

Liu Qing didn't react too much, and said: "No need to test, I can tell you that they are all members of the 'Poison Gu Sect' and have nothing to do with me or my tribe.

They just want to rescue me, and if they catch them, it is of no value to you. "

Her answer was very straightforward, completely different from Fang Xiu's imagination.

Although after interrogating the two assassins, he already had a general understanding of the relationship between the 'Poison Gu Sect' and Liu Qing, but he still found it difficult to understand the answer.

Since it has nothing to do with her, why did they take such a big risk and sneak into Fang's mansion to rescue her?

Also, since it doesn't matter, why did the two of them call Liu Qing 'Miss'?

Could it be...

The name of this eldest lady does not come from her tribe, but 'Poison Gu faction'?

Chapter 171 The Wall Has Ears

Fang Xiu looked at Liu Qing, thought for a while, and said, "In that case, let's make a deal..."

Liu Qing raised her eyes, glanced at Fang Xiu, lowered her head again, and did not answer.

Fang Xiu walked in front of her and continued: "I am very interested in the Poison Gu School, and the Poison Gu School is also very interested in you.

As long as you help the guards in my house catch the remnants of the Poison Gu Sect, and work for me in the Beijing Normal University Theater for another five years, I will give you a chance to live and let you go, how about it? "

Liu Qing's bright eyes flickered several times, but there was still no response after all.

Perhaps, for her, making a deal with her father-killing enemy is extremely difficult.

After a while, seeing that Liu Qing was still silent, Fang Xiu smiled and said, "I'll give you time to think about it. If you figure it out within a month, you can come to me anytime."

After finishing speaking, he left the house without looking back.

The Fang Mansion guards behind him left, and for a moment, the small room returned to darkness and calm again.

Liu Qing sat on the wooden board, looking at the locked wooden door, her eyes flickered several times.

After an unknown amount of time, a sigh came from the darkness...

............

In the elegant room of Chunfeng Building.

Wu Yi looked at Fang Xiu with expectant eyes, and said, "As long as you give me another 1000 taels of silver, I will definitely turn things around this time.

Don't worry, I won't buy anything else, only Youba Lin Weisheng.

After going back this time, I analyzed it in detail, and your right feather guard has the highest return rate in the eight games. "

As he spoke, he took out a piece of rice paper from his pocket and spread it out on the table.

There are densely packed small characters written on it.

Fang Xiu glanced at it, and found that it was all about the results of the previous game, the analysis of the trend of the game, and the comparison of the strengths and weaknesses of each team.

Wu Yi revealed a firm expression, and said: "In the next match, Right Yu Linwei will face Zuo Xiaowei, and Zuo Xiaowei's football team is a bunch of rubbish.

Reviewing the previous friendly matches, they had lost [-]-[-] to the Zuo Shenwu team, and lost [-]-[-] to the Right Tiger and Leopard Guard in the first round.

With their strength, they have absolutely no chance of winning against your right feather guard! "

Fang Xiu looked at Wu Yi, who was excitedly putting out various analyzes on the table, with a look of thinking on his face.

After a while, he suddenly asked, "How do you know that other people can't analyze these data?"

Wu Yi was startled when he heard this, and suddenly stopped talking.

Because... Fang Xiu was right.

In the first round of matches, those who love football, especially those who are keen on poker, must have watched every game carefully.

Their understanding of the teams and football may not be weaker than Wu Yi.

If Wu Yi can see such a simple thing, why can't they see it?

Once money is involved in anything, no one will be careless.

For example, in the next round of the match between Right Habayashi and Zuo Xiaowei, it is obvious that Right Habayashi has a high probability of winning.

That being the case, not many people would buy Zuo Xiaowei Sheng, but all-in-one put their treasure on the more secure Right Yu Linwei.

In this way, even if all 1000 taels of silver are invested, how much can you earn back?

Wu Yi's dream of getting rich came to naught, and he seemed extremely disappointed. He poured a glass and got drunk, and drank it on his own.

Seeing him like this, Fang Xiu shook his head, and said, "But...have you ever thought about what if Youba Linwei didn't win this match?"

Wu Yi looked defeated, and said: "Zuo Xiaowei is too weak, and You Yu Linwei can't lose."

Fang Xiu glanced at him and said, "How do you know that Youba Linwei can't lose? In the world of football, nothing is impossible.

At the beginning, you didn't believe that You Yu Linwei would win against Zuo Shenwuwei. What happened in the end?

Until the last moment, you never know who the final winner is! "

"But......"

Wu Yi's voice stopped abruptly.

He raised his head suddenly, looked at Fang Xiu with disbelief, and said loudly: "You mean, let Zuo Xiaowei win!?"

Fang Xiu picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "We won against Zuo Shenwuwei in the last game, and we already scored three points.

That being the case, what does it matter if you lose a game?

As long as the last game is guaranteed to win, there is no problem in qualifying from the group. "

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

Wu Yi widened his eyes and looked at Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu smiled, and only said four words: "Why not?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of a wine glass falling to the ground in the private room next door.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the boy's voice from next door: "Young Master Liu, is there anything I can help you with?"

A familiar voice came: "It's okay, you can go out."

Hearing this voice, Fang Xiu got up from his chair with a jug of wine in his hand and walked to the private room next door.

Pushing open the door and entering, seeing the familiar figure inside, with a smile on his face, he said, "I didn't expect to meet General Liu here. It's really a coincidence."

Seeing Fang Xiu, Liu Zi unexpectedly didn't care about what happened on the review field last time, but responded with the same smile, and said pleasantly: "It's really a coincidence, I made an appointment here with some friends to drink and write poems, I don't know Is General Fang interested in..."

Fang Xiu shook his head and said, "I'm a rough man. Drinking is fine, but writing poetry is fine..."

"It's just arty."

Liu Zizheng smiled and said.

Fang Xiu did not continue this topic, but looked at him with a very strange look, and asked: "Just now... Did General Liu hear..."

Before he finished speaking, Liu Zizheng shook his head firmly and said, "No, I just arrived too, and I didn't hear anything."

When Fang Xiu got this answer, a smile appeared on his face, and he said, "In that case, I won't bother General Liu, and I will leave."

After speaking, he turned and left the private room.

After Fang Xiu left, Liu Zizheng's expression changed instantly, his face was gloomy, looking at the wine glass on the table, he didn't know what he was thinking.

A moment later, the door of the private room was pushed open again.

Several noble children in luxurious clothes walked in talking and laughing.

Seeing Liu Zizheng's expression, one of them showed doubts, and asked, "Brother Liu, why is he so depressed?"

When Liu Zi heard this voice, he recovered from his trance.

He looked up, looked at the few friends he had invited, stood up, and said with a smile, "Just now I was fascinated by thinking about some things, but I didn't see a few of them. I'm so negligent. I'll punish myself."

As he spoke, he raised his glass and drank it down.

Seeing this scene, the rest of the people calmed down a bit and sat down without saying anything.

After the person who spoke before sat down, he smiled and asked, "What made Brother Liu so engrossed? Could it be because of the second round of Sixteen Guards Competition in two days' time?"

Chapter 172 Fake match?

Liu Zizheng thought about it, and said: "It is indeed related to the sixteen guards."

When the others heard this, they showed expressions of interest.

Liu Zizheng raised his wine glass, took a sip, and said, "In the next football match, the right feather guard will lose to the left guard guard."

"how can that be......"

Some people didn't believe it, and said: "Although You Yu Linwei's strength is not strong among the sixteen guards, it's still not a big problem to beat Zuo Xiaowei.

Why does Brother Liu think that You Yu Lin Wei will lose to Zuo Xiao Wei? "

Liu Zizheng glanced at the door of the private room, and said: "Just now I overheard Fang Xiu discussing the match-fixing with someone next door."

"Fake match?"

When everyone heard this, they all showed contemplative expressions.

Fang Xiu is the Zuo Zhonglang general of Youba Linwei, and one of the main persons in charge of this pro-military review.

If he wanted to manipulate the game, it couldn't be easier.

Moreover, this person is greedy, and a bowl of mung bean smoothie for five cents is sold at a high price of five taels of silver just because of the added amount.

It is entirely possible that he made You Yu Linwei's team members deliberately lose to Zuo Xiaowei for money, so as to make a profit in Bofang.

For a moment, the entire private room was silent.

Everyone is calculating how much benefit they can get from this matter.

With the current odds of Bofang, as long as you invest a little money, you can get almost unimaginable returns.