The Southern Song Dynasty began with the apprenticeship of Huang Shang

Chapter 232 Snooping News
Hearing this, Uncle Fu nodded and said, "Remember, although this old slave has only seen her once, I can still recognize her even if she turns into ashes."

Meng Xian'er said: "Uncle Fu, if you say I will draw, we will draw that woman's face."

Uncle Fu agreed, and came to the table with Meng Xianer, pointing fingers at Meng Xianer's painting.

Yue Yinping helped Yang Chengye to a chair and sat down, and brought over tea.

At this time Yang Chengye was not in the mood to drink tea, he waved Yue Yinping's hand away.

Yang Chengye thought back on everything he had done. He had indeed many enemies, but none of them had a reason to kill him. Who on earth had such a big hatred against him, even the Shen family would not let it go.

Yang Chengye couldn't figure it out, he went mad with anger, his eyes seemed to be bloodshot, and his teeth clucked from being bitten.

About half an hour later, Meng Xian'er finally finished the painting. At this time, the portrait was a beautiful woman with a high bun, bright eyes and white teeth.

Meng Xian'er asked Uncle Fu to look at the woman in the portrait, and asked, "Uncle Fu, do you think it is her?"

Uncle Fu took a look, nodded firmly and said, "It's her, it's her!"

"Let me see!"

Hearing this, Yang Chengye grabbed the portrait in Meng Xian'er's hand.

Yang Chengye stared at the woman in the portrait for a long time, but still couldn't recognize her. He can be sure that he has never seen this woman before, and he is still very confident in his memory.

"Brother Yang, do you know this woman?"

Meng Xian'er asked Yang Chengye, Yue Yinping also looked at Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye shook his head, and murmured: "I've never met this person, and I don't know what kind of deep hatred I have with her."

After a while, Yang Chengye asked Uncle Fu: "Uncle Fu, how is Shenjiazhuang now?"

Uncle Fu replied: "Second Master, since the accident, the prefect of Jiaxing has sealed off the Shen family village and all the properties of the Shen family. The corpses of the master and the others are all placed in Yizhuang, otherwise the young master and I would not have ended up like this." field!"

Hearing Uncle Fu's words, Yang Chengye's eyes instantly burst into tears. What kind of shit magistrate, who didn't solve the case when a murder happened, went so far as to add insult to injury and seal up the Shen family's property, it's really an unforgivable crime.

"Uncle Fu, you come back to Shen's house with me now, I want to see what that shitty magistrate wants to do?"

Yang Chengye gritted his teeth and said, "By the way, let Brother Shen and the others be buried in peace."

Yang Chengye did not mention Wu Ruolan. Although Wu Ruolan is not his mother, she is the biological mother of this body. For the sake of this body he occupied, Wu Ruolan should be buried in peace, and at the same time, find the murderer and avenge her.

Fu Bo promised, and was taken by the servants to take a bath and change clothes at the same time, because he looked like a beggar.

Thinking of the Beggar Gang, Yang Chengye's eyes lit up immediately, and he murmured: "Yes, I'm really stupid, how could I forget about the Beggar Gang?"

"The disciples of the Beggars' Society are all over the world, and the news is well-informed. There must be disciples of the Beggars' Society in Jiaxing. Why don't you ask the Beggars' Society for news."

"Brother Yang, do you want me to go with you?"

At this time Yue Yinping suddenly said to Yang Chengye.

Yang Chengye looked at Yue Yinping and said: "Miss Yue, you can stay in the mansion. Shen Fu's family was killed and suffered a lot. Please enlighten him and let Xian'er accompany me."

Hearing this, Yue Yinping's pretty face turned pale, Yang Chengye called her Miss Yue, but called Meng Xian'er Xian'er, how could she not recognize such an obvious difference.

Yue Yinping felt uncomfortable, nodded silently, and left the living room.

Meng Xian'er also heard the meaning of Yang Chengye's words, secretly happy in her heart.

"Brother Yang, shall we leave now?"

Meng Xian'er asked Yang Chengye seriously.

Yang Chengye narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "Let's look for the Beggar Gang before we go."

"Gang gang?"

After hearing Yang Chengye's words, Meng Xian'er was taken aback for a moment. She also has a delicate heart, and she quickly figured out what Yang Chengye was thinking.

"Brother Yang, I know where there are beggars, I will take you there!"

After Meng Xian'er finished speaking, she walked out, followed by Yang Chengye, who left Zhongyonghou's mansion.

On Ganjiang Road, a small street, it is relatively remote, but it is full of fish and dragons. There are all kinds of people, but most of them are beggars.

Beggars can be regarded as an alternative existence on this special street.

On this street, the government doesn't care about it, but the order is in good order. No matter you are a local ruffian, a bully, or a bandit, you dare not make trouble here.

Because this street is managed by the gang of beggars, the merchants live very comfortably.

At this time, a young man in a strong suit, with his hair in a bun and holding a long sword was walking on the street.

This man is Han Tianbiao who just returned to the capital from Diancang Mountain.

After Han Shizhong led the army to suppress the rebellion, Han Tianbiao left the army and returned to the division.

Han Tianbiao has been studying art for ten years, and he thought that he is also a master, and he can break through the world by relying on his own skills.

But after entering Han Shizhong's army, he realized how outrageously wrong he was. Not only was he no match for Yang Chengye, he couldn't even catch a single move in Yang Chengye's hands, and even Niu Mang could draw with him.

So after the Han family army returned to the capital, he also returned to the division's gate, where he wanted to learn more advanced martial arts.

Just three months after Han Tianbiao returned to his master's school, his master suddenly handed him a letter. This letter was written by Han Tianhu, and there were only a few short sentences in the letter, which said that his father passed away, so go home quickly.

Seeing these few words, Han Tianbiao felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and he was dumbfounded on the spot.

My father was fine three months ago, so why did he pass away when he passed away?
He didn't believe that his father would die for no reason, there must be something hidden in it.

With the letter in his arms, Han Tianbiao bid farewell to his master, and hurried back to the capital without stopping.

At this time, the gate of Han's mansion was covered with white silk, and the street illuminated by white lanterns was gloomy.

The cries continued to come from the Han Mansion, causing passers-by on the street to step sideways frequently, and one after another stopped to look at the Han Mansion with mournful eyes.

In the hearts of the people, Han Shizhong is the second most loyal minister of the Song Dynasty after Yue Wumu. He has always had the greatest long-cherished wish in his life to regain the northern land, but he did not expect to step into Yue Wumu's footsteps, and he can't rest in peace when he dies.

Han Tianbiao squeezed out of the crowd, rushed into the gate of the mansion as fast as he could, and ran towards the mourning hall, making it too late for the servants standing inside the gate holding white silk to stop him.

"father!"

Seeing the inner and outer coffins in the mourning hall, Han Tianbiao rushed to it, patted the coffin lid, and cried loudly.

Han Tianbiao's crying attracted the Han family. Han Tianhu and Han Bilian accompanied Liang Hongyu out. As for Han Tianlong, he was still lying on the bed. He already knew that Han Shizhong had passed away. .

"Biaoer, you're back!"

Liang Hongyu called out softly to Han Tianbiao.

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