Escape to Farmland: A vicious stepmother dressed as a villain

Qian Yunsheng nodded, and walked out first, Mo Qingcheng followed slowly, leaning on the door frame, arms folded.

"Who is Qian Yunsheng?" Hurrah, a group of officials surrounded him, and the leader was Ma Lin.

The corner of Mo Qingcheng's mouth twitched, who is this lucky?

This guy is a black hearted person, and the treasurer Qian is probably...unlucky...

As expected, Marin glanced at Qian Yunsheng coldly: "Are you Qian Yunsheng?"

Qian Yunsheng smiled all over his face: "My lord, this old man is the shopkeeper of Zuixianlou."

"Take it away!" Marin gave Qian Yunsheng a dead look, and ordered directly.

"Officer, I was wronged, the old man was wronged." Qian Yunsheng was anxious, peeping in the direction of Mo Qingcheng, seeing her nodding, he felt a little relieved.

"Heh, what's your grievance? I've heard about the ins and outs of the incident a long time ago. The moon cakes they bought from your restaurant almost died of illness overnight. What can I explain?"

Marin snorted coldly, and with a wave of his hand, two officers stepped forward and were about to take Qian Yunsheng away.

"My lord, I'm wronged. There's something wrong with this matter. I bought the mooncakes yesterday afternoon, and the accident happened at night. It's been a day. How can I be sure that it happened after eating my mooncakes?"

Marin narrowed his eyes, with a murderous look: "Isn't the arrester blind? There are all the witnesses and material evidence, why don't you take them away? If you have any grievances, go to the county magistrate."

"Yes!"

The two officials were about to attack again, when suddenly there was a sneer.

"Hehe, Ma Tutou, are you in such a hurry to convict Shopkeeper Qin? Do you dare to ask how many taels of silver have been collected from other restaurants?"

While speaking, an incredibly beautiful little woman walked over from the entrance of Zuixian Tower.

Everyone gave way one after another and gasped.

"Master... help me..." Qian Yunsheng looked at Mo Qingcheng as if he had grasped at a straw.

"Don't be afraid, Shopkeeper Qian..." Mo Qingcheng raised an eyebrow: "Ma Tutou?"

Marin froze: "Mrs. Mo..."

"Ma Tutou has a good memory, and I haven't forgotten my wife..." Mo Qingcheng glanced at Ma Lin with a smile that was not a smile, and looked at the people eating melons: "Everyone, this mooncake looks like our Zuixianlou, but it is not."

"Nonsense!" A big black man squeezed forward, retorting in a low voice: "This is my neighbor, Lao Wang is so pitiful, why are you so black-hearted?"

"Black heart? You are just Lao Wang's neighbor, not his son? Could it be that Lao Wang eats and drinks, and you always follow? Are you sure there is something wrong with the mooncakes in our Zuixian Tower?" Mo Qingcheng glanced coldly.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, could there be an inside story?

The little woman is confident and confident, if there is a real problem, don't dare to borrow courage?

A wise person seems to have thought of something, and it seems lively, and now there is a good show to watch.

"Mrs. Mo, you are making unreasonable words. Don't think that you can just have a little friendship with the magistrate..." Marin snorted coldly, his face full of disgust.

what?

Does the little woman have friendship with the county magistrate?

Ha ha……

A series of disdainful eyes fell on Mo Qingcheng's face, the dog is charming, the vixen, the appraisal is complete.

"Damn, it turns out that the magistrate is a servant of the skirt..." the black-faced man suddenly shouted.

"Bah! Smelly shameless!"

"I thought it was a beautiful person with a kind heart, but it turned out to be a skittish vixen!"

"Losing money!"

"Losing money in a pig cage!"

"..."

The melon-eating crowd suddenly became a mess, and the corner of Marin's mouth curled into a sneer.

"Mrs. Mo, what, you still want to use the county magistrate to arrest you?"

"Hehe, Ma Tutou, you coveted my wife's beauty, and you were punished by the county magistrate in public. Don't think that others don't know? If you want others to know, you have nothing to do..."

Before the voice fell, the frying pan was instantly...