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Naturally, Bai Tingyu didn't guess that he would be able to think about it without knowing where he was when he was facing a corpse, but it was not appropriate for a few people to stay silent here, so he gently pushed him, and was about to speak.

At the same time, Zhou Jirong suddenly thought of something, raised his head suddenly, and said angrily to Chu Ming, "That man just now, the one you said you were going to tie up and beat, remember to beat me hard!" Hate, I thought this old man died in such a way, even if Xiaobai came here, it would have something to do with Xiaobai, although the man spoke indiscriminately to shirk responsibility, but he didn't beat him when he poured the dirty water Can't calm his anger.

Seeing that he suddenly mentioned this again, Chu Ming was a little puzzled, but he readily agreed.Now he has no idea at all. After agreeing, he took Zhou Jirong as a straw to save his life. He looked at Zhou Jirong anxiously and said, "Then what should I do now? Let my grandfather lie here? My father doesn't know anything." It's time to come..."

Zhou Jirong looked down on his frightened and uninitiated appearance, and he didn't bother to get involved with his family's crap, but now that Jing Guogong died, Chu Ming's little persimmon might become a real persimmon. It's okay, Zhou Jirong doesn't need to turn against him at this time.Think about how Chu Ming was frightened into a bear by Bai Tingyu at that time. Although his face turned pale, he was still able to stand here tremblingly without peeing his pants. After all, not everyone has seen countless dead people like him. , who still has the guts to comment on a dead body.

He didn't have a bad impression of Chu Ming. It was very easy for his own people to look at it as if they were curious and then leave after watching it. However, Chu Ming obviously couldn't follow him and hide aside.Anyway, he was just talking about it, and he didn't need to do anything, but he was willing to give Chu Ming some advice. As for whether listening to it was useful or not, that was all Chu Ming's business.

Zhou Jirong said to Chu Ming, "...is your family still going to report to the officials?" He looked at Chu Ming's embarrassing expression, and thought that Duke Jing's death was so indecent, and their family would not have any face to speak of.Without waiting for his answer, he continued: "It seems that your family is not going to report to the official, so let's get the person up first, and it's not good to keep it here. Even if you don't report to the official, will you still investigate this matter?" Seeing that he has never been scratched on his body or face, the person who wants to befriend him is also wishful thinking, Guan Fei is forced, but then the old man fell ill, and the man ran away quietly in a panic, afraid of being implicated, probably like this ... Can you imagine who it would be?"

Chu Ming was still in a dilemma. As long as he could remember, the maidservants in their family were all ordinary-looking, and he was afraid that his grandfather would take a fancy to them and cause some scandal. Even so, his grandfather still has more than a dozen of them. Concubine Ji, and there are actors from outside today, although those who can be invited to the mansion are all reputable troupes, but after all, people's hearts are unpredictable, and it is hard to say if some of them have the intention to fly to the branches.Mr. Yasukuni likes to enjoy himself, and the garden is also neatly and exquisitely arranged. There are many exotic flowers and plants bought with a lot of money, and the old man is easy to show off. It's really hard to say whether it's from the mansion or from outside.

Zhou Jirong glanced at his face with his black eyes, recalling that when the old man was in the front yard just now, he had looked at all the pretty ones, so he couldn't figure out what Chu Ming was embarrassing.It's just that he can't afford to take care of Chu Ming, just tell him how to deal with it.

"If you want to investigate, after sending the guests away first, let the doctor raised by your mansion see if it is such a wind, and seal the front and back doors first, and invite the women in the team and the people in your mansion The maids have to interrogate carefully, if they don't investigate, they will first say that the old man has a sudden illness, and after a day or two, he will say that he is dead, so that the mouth of those who know the truth now will be tighter, and it will be seamless. How simple!"

Chu Ming still couldn't decide on either of these two methods, he only said that he had to wait for his father to discuss it, but asked the two family generals to still wrap the dead body of Lord Jingguo with clothes and move it to the nearest wing.People are still guarding.

Prince Jingguo finally escaped from the front yard at this time, went in and looked at his father's dead body, and came out with a bad face.Chu Ming went over to repeat Zhou Jirong's words to his father in a low voice. As Zhou Jirong thought, the son of the state was unwilling to disclose the matter, so he called several people who seemed to be his confidants to explain it, and then turned to Zhou Jirong again. Thank you: "Thank you, little prince, for your trouble."

There was such an old man at the stall, Zhou Jirong actually sympathized with this heir of Lord Jingguo, and felt that the death of Lord Jingguo was a relief to everyone's hearts, and this man could finally stop being the heir, so he couldn't help but tell him A word of congratulations came, but fortunately, the words turned around again, and he changed his words with a dull face: "Death can't be resurrected, so mourn and change!"

The prince's expression was numb, and Qi Ranli also concealed a look of finally being relieved. It's just that Lord Jingguo died in such an unbearable way. Whether he was making fun of it or persuading him sincerely, he just nodded in agreement.

After such an incident, Zhou Jirong would not be able to stay and wait for dinner.

The crown prince was in the middle of a lawsuit, and he didn't know how many things were waiting for him to take care of. After a few polite words, he didn't stay with Zhou Jirong, but sent Zhou Jirong out personally.

When the group returned to the inn, the first thing Zhou Jirong did when he went back to the room was to write a letter to his elder brother, writing down the incident in detail as far as he knew, and adding his own conjectures about the cause and effect and the opposite. In the face of the situation in Mianzhang, he finally thought of his brother's harem now full, so he thought it was taboo to mention the cause of Lord Yasukuni's death, and reminded his brother to be restrained, absolutely, absolutely!

A letter was written eloquently, and he stuffed the letter paper into the thin bamboo tube on the letter's feet, and pushed the window to let the letter go.While still thinking about how to get the most out of this matter, out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of Bai Tingyu guarding outside to prevent anyone from disturbing him while he was writing.

Zhou Jirong stared at his back silently for a while.

Bai Tingyu seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly turned around, met him with a glance, and said in a daze, "Young master?"

Zhou Jirong pursed his lips, raised the corner of his eyes to glance at him, and snorted, "What did you call me?"

Bai Tingyu was originally restless, and the doubts he had had floated up again, but he became more and more at a loss, and was firmly watched by Zhou Jirong, so he could only tentatively whisper: "...Rong Rong? "

Zhou Jirong tilted his head to look at him for a while, his eyes flickered, and finally exhaled: "Come here!"

Bai Tingyu had no choice but to approach as he said.

Zhou Jirong waited for him to get close, jumped up and stretched out his hand to pinch his face: "You actually said that my face has sesame seeds in front of so many people! Do you want my face? You have sesame seeds on your face! You are His face is covered with sesame seeds!"

What he said was vicious, but the movements in his hands were just the opposite. First he squeezed, then pulled up and down left and right. The force was not heavy, but he never let go.