Dali Temple Small Dining Room 2

Chapter 391 Whole Fish Feast ([-])
As soon as these words came out, Marquis Jingyun was taken aback for a moment, and looked at Duke Jing who was sitting there puzzled: "What is the dry stock that father is talking about?"

"It happened a few years ago!" Lord Jingguo sighed without doubting him, and said, "After Yuan Qing was killed by Wen Xuance's treacherous gangster, most of the family wealth was distributed to the offshoots of the Yuan Qing family. However, the [-]% shares in the Zhaixing Building have already made a will, and after the accident, I will share it equally with them."

When Jing Yunhou heard this, his heart skipped a beat for no reason, and he blurted out: "Why didn't my father say such a windfall?"

Lord Jingguo picked up Lin Fei's apology teacup that had been passed around by several people and took a sip, then glanced at Jingyunhou indifferently, and said, "Before Yuan Qing died, I didn't know the news at all. How can you say it?" Paused, he did not forget to squint at Jing Yunhou, his tone became a little more serious, and he said again with a slight knock, "That is Yuan Qing's family wealth, it is just a escrow. Is it really embarrassing to lick your face and move this money?"

In the past few years, the dry shares of Zhaixing Building have been allocated to him, but he has not moved a penny, and put them there, only acting as an escrow.

The Lin family has been operating for several generations, and there is no shortage of money.Jing Yunhou didn't care about money at all. Hearing this, he hurriedly explained: "Father misunderstood, I don't want to be greedy for money."

Seeing that Lord Yasukuni's expression softened, he spoke again: "I remember that when the accident happened, General Yuan's family was poor and there was almost nothing of value left behind. Where did General Yuan get this dry stock? Since he has this dry stock , why are you harsh on yourself and live in poverty?"

Anyone who has a brain knows that there will be no shortage of dry stocks in the Star Picking Building.

"Yuan Qing started in a cold climate, and they made real military exploits. They have always been frugal and never extravagant." Duke Jing frowned and said, "Which rule stipulates that if you have money, you must squander it?"

Jing Yunhou couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard this: He didn't mean to squander it wantonly, but he just thought that the money from a decent source can be used within a controllable range. Splurge is not good, but there is no need Too harsh.

It can be seen from the appearance of General Yuan when he was alive that he didn't spend any money other than his salary.

If not, it would not have been until now that he had learned from Lord Yasukuni that General Yuan still had shares in the Zhaxing Building.

Come to think of it, the people in Chang'an City never thought of such a thing.

Marquis Jingyun had a lot of doubts in his heart, but he just looked at Mr. Jing's stern face, and knew that if he continued to ask, Mr. Jing would become suspicious, and there would be another storm in his house.

Father is getting older too...Jing Yunhou looked at Duke Jing's white temples and sighed, swallowed the words he hadn't spoken, and said no more.

In the end it was his father, Jing Yunhou knew very well that Duke Jing is a man: he has a straight temperament, although sometimes he looks a bit fierce and rigid, but he is not a villain, let alone a villain who is greedy for money.

Furthermore, when Zhao Mengzhuo's accident happened, his father was having tea at home, and Zhao Mengzhuo's falling from the building had absolutely nothing to do with his father.

What's more, even if General Yuan's stock came from something really wrong, and his father was only entrusted with his will, he didn't touch any money, so it didn't matter much.

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There was a lot of noise and excitement around, tall and burly guys stopped everyone from getting close to Zhao Mengzhuo's body, but the group of well-dressed dignitaries squatted on Zhao Mengzhuo's body, crying "Brother Zhao" in their mouths, but they unscrupulously destroyed the criminal evidence on the surface of the body .

Many people knew Zhao Mengzhuo, and there were many who had guards in their hands who could expel those tall men, but those strong guards followed closely the nobles who came to watch the fun, protecting their masters.

Zhao You was stopped by the staff, but in desperation, he had already explained to the audience that the man lying on the ground was Zhao Mengzhuo, the master of Dali Temple, and asked everyone, especially those nobles who were skilled enough to guard him, to help Busy, borrow a guard.

But he shouted for half an hour, but still... No one paid any attention to him.

Everyone sweeps the snow in front of the door, and don't care about the frost on others' tiles.Although this behavior is indifferent, it cannot be said that the other party is at fault and violated the law.

Looking at the lively onlookers around, an unspeakable sense of despair welled up in my heart, as if my body had fallen into an ice cellar and couldn't move.

It's not that Wen Mingtang, Tang Yuan, and Zhao You didn't try to reason, but they couldn't get past the blocking of the other side's buddies with "force", so why would anyone pay attention to reasoning?

There were more and more onlookers, and the three of them were surrounded in the open space in front of Zhaixing Building in a state of embarrassment, and together with Zhao Mengzhuo who was lying on the ground, they let everyone watch.

"Hey, isn't this Dali Temple Minister Zhao, who is in charge of Dali Temple?"

At this moment, someone spoke up.

This voice was a woman's voice, with a high-pitched tone. If she spoke in a low and gentle voice, it would be a fairly pleasant voice, but because of the inexplicably raised tone at this time, the voice sounded harsh.

Wen Mingtang's ears recognized the voice, followed the sound, and as expected, he saw the familiar figure in the crowd.

Wearing a floor-sweeping red fringed skirt, it is particularly conspicuous among the well-dressed onlookers, not to mention the matching headdress and jewelry, any of which is enough for an ordinary family of three to eat for many years .

The woman holding a velvet flower fan in her hand covered half of her face with the fan, but it didn't prevent Wen Mingtang from recognizing the person from the shrewd eyebrows on the fan - Princess Liyang.

The Furong Garden opposite is hosting a banquet, so it's not surprising that this person appears here.

Compared to the surrounding pedestrians who didn't interfere with the onlookers, this one made a sound, but he was full of ridicule when he opened his mouth.

After being surprised for a while, Princess Liyang spoke again: "Master Zhao is always the one standing at the murder scene, why is he the one lying down today?" ridicule.

As soon as these words came out, the three of them looked at Princess Liyang angrily.

Princess Liyang smiled even more happily when she glared at the three of them.

Wen Mingtang's anger was only for a moment, and soon he calmed down again, looking coldly at the sneering Princess Liyang: Looking at his past, it's not surprising that a master who treats human life like nothing would do such a thing!
No amount of reasoning with such people is nonsense, because such people are not reasoners.There will be no "touch" or conscience discovery if you surrender. Only when the punishment is in front of you and you are afraid, will you surrender.

Seeing that the three of them remained silent, Princess Liyang seemed to be in high spirits. After stepping on her feet without taking them back, she rolled them up again, and said with a sneer, "The yamen of Dali Temple is used to arrogance on weekdays. Relying on the order of being under His Majesty's jurisdiction and not being restrained by others, entering and leaving the homes of princes and dignitaries is like entering a no-man's land! Could it be that he is too arrogant, and the sky will fall down the building!"

(End of this chapter)