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Luluo is a person who doesn't like to join in the fun, she touched the bank notes in her bosom, and walked straight to Nanji.

The roast pig here is delicious, as the old man said yesterday.

However, the entrance of Nanji was surrounded by heavy soldiers. Before Lu Luo could get close, she was stopped by two soldiers wearing heavy armor and holding triangular forks. The mighty soldiers said solemnly: "The imperial court will investigate thoroughly, and no approaching is allowed."

Not long after, Sanniang was tied up and dragged out by five flowers.

Sanniang was dressed very beautifully today, with splashed ink hair, tied with a big red headband, clean and heroic, wearing a red skirt, and wearing pearl gold silk red embroidered shoes, she was determined to be a bride's attire.

I heard that the murderer was Sanniang.

It was heard that that side Fujin was a close friend of Sanniang's boudoir, she was kind-hearted, and she took the blame herself so that Sanniang would not reveal her identity.

Later I heard that Sanniang surrendered her conscience.

Only one day had passed, and Luluo couldn't understand what was going on.

All I know is that the interrogation was quick, the confession was quick, and then in the early morning, the decision was made.

In front of the desolate door, two soldiers were guarding, the wind was blowing, Sanniang had no relatives or friends, and there was no one to see her off.

When meeting Fujin, Luluo gnawed on the pork knuckle, and the wooden table full of historical traces was covered with bones.

This small stall was placed at the gate of Nanji. After Nanji was closed, the restaurants around here seemed to be affected by the depressed atmosphere of Nanji.

"There are few people, and there are no shadows. When can I leave?" said the middle-aged woman who set up a stall.

"You little girl, you can really eat." The aunt looked at Luluo and said kindly.

After a while, Luluo finished gnawing on the pork knuckle that was bigger than her face. She licked the bone and asked the woman for another catty.

The woman shook her head, "No more."

The hot pot is light red in color, shiny and oily, and smells like rotten skin and meat. Isn't there still a catty left?Strange.

Soon Lu Luo vaguely knew that the woman was waiting for someone.

This is not a beautiful woman.

Just looking at his appearance, he can only be regarded as ordinary.

It is so ordinary that it is inconspicuous even if it is thrown on the street, and it can also have a plain effect wearing expensive silk and satin.

But coupled with the temperament of the whole body, there is a kind of magical power that makes people unable to ignore her.

"Ci Fujin, long time no see." The woman said.

Luluo is not stupid, she knew who this person was when she heard the word "Cian Fujin". She looked carefully and was convinced that this woman did not look like a lethal person, nor did she look like a murderer.

The nimble nose is sniffing, and the green radish can't smell blood, but there is a faint scent of osmanthus. How can I describe this scent, like a person, indifferent but unobtrusive, but it surrounds you, so you can't ignore her.

"Aunt Luo." Cian Fujin lowered his head and smiled lightly, and said softly, "Give me a catty of pork knuckle."

"The old man asked a lot, this pork knuckle, who is Ce Fujin going to take?"

Side Fujin stopped laughing, raised his head, looked at Aunt Luo indifferently, and said, "Why does Aunt Luo know why she asked?"

"It's for that poor child of San Niang." Aunt Luo said.

Cian Fujin didn't look sad at all, and said: "Yes."

Aunt Luo took the pork knuckle out of the pot, took the blue and white porcelain food box from Cian Fujin, put a catty of pork knuckle and a pot of white wine into the food box one by one.

Aunt Luo was puzzled and said, "Cian Fujin, do you know what Sanniang likes?"