Luo nine needles

Chapter 47 Please Identify

When Zhang Yuan walked into the gambling house with his guards, he only felt that his ears were full of noise.

The casino is full of people, it is dark day and night, it is really not easy to find someone here.

However, it was easy to find Gao Xiaoliu, he was the one shining in the darkness.

"Don't quarrel, don't quarrel, I will definitely win this round—"

Gao Xiaoliu almost threw himself on the table, holding the money in one hand.

"I'm all over—"

But the hand failed to drop, and the person was picked up.

With this delay, the dice on the opposite side were rolled, Gao Xiaoliu looked at it, stared round, and let out a scream.

"Big, it's big, I won." He shouted.

The gamblers next to him laughed, "Master Liu, you haven't placed your bet yet."

Only then did Gao Xiaoliu come back to his senses, his eyes were red as he looked at his hand being grabbed and pulled high: "Which grandson—"

He turned his head and saw a gloomy face, official robes, knives, and guards surrounded behind him.

"Zhang Yuan?" He shouted, and stopped calling Uncle Zhang. He was anxious and angry, "What are you doing, you made me lose money."

Zhang Yuan said: "If you press down, you won't win. You are famous for losing every bet. It has nothing to do with me."

Gao Xiaoliu clutched his chest and was out of breath: "Nonsense, I have won several times." Looking at Zhang Yuan again, he suddenly thought of something, "Are you here...? I will die again in Xianlou?"

It is well known that a scholar in Huixian Tower was hanged, and the gamblers were no exception. When the surrounding gamblers heard it, they made a noise.

"Die again?"

"Gao Xiaoliu, you are going to get rich again!"

"Gao Xiaoliu, you've been lucky recently, is it because someone died in your restaurant?"

Zhang Yuan stretched out his hand to pull Gao Xiaoliu, and the thin, tall and fluttering Gao Xiaoliu was dragged out screaming oops, and escorted into the room prepared by the steward, cutting off the hustle and bustle.

"Stop making jokes with me." Zhang Yuan said with a sullen face, raised his hand, and shook out a piece of paper, "Have you seen this person?"

A portrait is drawn on the paper.

Gao Xiaoliu leaned forward and looked carefully.

He looked at it so seriously that one of the guards couldn't help but asked, "Have you seen it?"

Gao Xiaoliu raised his hand to signal not to disturb him, and continued to look at it, frowning, contemplating, nodding thoughtfully, and shaking his head again.

Zhang Yuan didn't bother him with this serious look, until Gao Xiaoliu's look was really endless——

"Stop putting on airs, you kid." Zhang Yuan grabbed his shoulder, "Have you seen it?"

Gao Xiaoliu groaned and struggled: "I'm thinking about it carefully. I remember all the people who have won my money over the years. If there is no such person, those who lost to me are just those few people today. I haven't seen clearly yet. Let me distinguish their faces—”

This bastard, Zhang Yuan held him in place, and shouted: "Gao Xiaoliu, who asked you to identify the gambler, I'm asking you, have you seen this person in Huixian Tower!"

"Zhang Yuan!" Gao Xiaoliu also shouted, very annoyed, "Look where I am now? I'm here every day, I don't know who is in Huixianlou!"

That's true, Zhang Yuan glanced at Gao Xiaoliu, and then at the manager of the casino.

"Sixth Master has booked a room with us." The steward said hastily, and smiled mischievously, "He also bought a share, so it's half of the owner."

It can be considered that there is a lot of money and no place to spend it. He bought half a gambling house for gambling, and then lost money in it. Zhang Yuan looked at Gao Xiaoliu, who grew up in the capital. I have heard it since I was a child, but every time I deal with the kid, I am speechless.

"I really don't know you?" Zhang Yuan asked again.

Gao Xiaoliu asked: "Who is this person? Is this the one who died in our shop?" He said with his hands on his hips, "It's clear that someone has a grudge against us at Huixianlou, and they come here every day to die and ruin our business. Go and sue the magistrate—”

Zhang Yuan collected the portrait: "Tell your father! Sue the officials."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, and the guards cheered and followed.

Behind him, Gao Xiaoliu was angrily nagging with the gambling shop manager to sue the officials, thinking that someone thought he was lucky and deliberately died in his shop to make trouble for him: "I just don't want me to win money."

In order to prevent you from winning money, some people deliberately seek death, so it won't be so. The manager of the gambling shop is smiling, and it's hard to refute, after all, this is also a half-owner.

Just listening to Gao Xiaoliu's nonsense, Zhang Yuan who was walking towards the door suddenly turned around and rushed back.

Before the steward and Gao Xiaoliu could react, Zhang Yuan had already bent over and lifted Gao Xiaoliu's robe——

Gao Xiaoliu let out a scream, "Indecent—"

The steward didn't know whether he shivered from the scream or Zhang Yuan's actions.

Is this really indecent?
"Why are you wearing straw sandals?" Zhang Yuan grabbed Gao Xiaoliu's robe, ignored his screams, and asked coldly, pointing at his exposed legs.

The steward looked down and saw Gao Xiaoliu's gold and silver trousers, moiré pearl-trimmed socks, and a pair of straw sandals.

Straw sandals.

Straw sandals are worn by such humble and poor people.

Why does this libertine in the capital wear gold and silver and sit on the Jinshan Yinshan and misrepresent money as money, wearing straw sandals.

Zhang Yuan looked at Gao Xiaoliu and asked again: "Gao Xiaoliu, why are you wearing straw sandals?"

"What's wrong with me wearing straw sandals?" Gao Xiaoliu raised his foot and almost kicked Zhang Yuan's nose. "My father always taught me to be diligent and thrifty in managing the house. Can't I wear straw sandals to show my filial piety?"

Zhang Yuan looked at the straw sandal near the tip of his nose, and grabbed it off with his hand, his body froze slightly. This straw sandal was not a straw sandal at all.

The light in the dim room flashed, revealing the golden veins under the weaving grass. This is grass on the outside, but gold threads on the inside!
The libertine!What tricks to play all day long!
Zhang Yuan stood up straight, gave Gao Xiaoliu a hard look, threw the straw sandals back, turned around and strode away.

"Did you fancy Xiaoye's shoes?" Gao Xiaoliu was still yelling from behind, "Young master is very generous, don't mention the shoes, this clothes are also for you—"

He undressed as he spoke.

The manager of the gambling shop hurriedly stopped and persuaded, "Liu Ye, Liu Ye, let's go, let's go."

Zhang Yuan has already left.

Gao Xiaoliu snorted, pointed at the door and scolded: "What the hell! You actually molested me! People are really good-looking, what a trouble!"

The manager of the gambling shop is ashamed, but that's not the case.

"Sixth Master, there is indeed something wrong with this piece of money. Recently, people wearing straw sandals have been caught everywhere." He hastily explained that although he is also in the gambling house, he is not isolated from the world, and he knows the latest news.

Gao Xiaoliu stomped on the straw sandals vigorously: "Wearing straw sandals is still a crime, I will wear them, I will wear them, take me away."

The manager of the gambling shop couldn't help but look down, thinking, the ones you are wearing can't be called straw sandals, they are called golden straw sandals.

The casino manager left, and the darkroom returned to silence.

Gao Xiaoliu was leaning back on the chair, with his feet on the table, the straw sandals were shaking, shining brightly under the dim light.

His expression was no longer angry, and he rolled the dice in his hand: "First I grabbed the straw sandals, and now I found this actor, the action is fast enough."

Zhike said: "This actor is a novice, he doesn't understand anything, and his recklessness along the way left many traces. At that time, if we hadn't covered up the murder, he would have been arrested. It is not surprising that he is discovered now."

Having said that, he frowned slightly.

"However, why doesn't Huo Lian do it herself? Do you want to teach Zhang Yuanlai?"

"Huo Lian." Gao Xiaoliu slipped these two words on the tip of his tongue, feeling a bit chilly, "Of course it's to scare the snakes out and put bait to catch us."

After so many years at the feet of the emperor, they lived quietly.

As long as they don't show up, no one will notice, but—

Gao Xiaoliu kicked the table.

"That countryman Dongmo!"

That ignorant and reckless actor actually came to the capital to kill people, and he wanted to write the murderer's death with the blood of the dead...

When he saw that scene, he wanted to strangle the actor and Liu Xiucai to death.

Although he personally wrote the confession letter, making Liu Xiucai's death lawful and secretive, but he knew that this matter could not escape Huo Lian's eyes.

"He doesn't do it himself, because he knows that we are on guard against him, and letting the Jingzhao Mansion handle the case in the name of catching murderers can make us nervous and let our guard down." Gao Xiaoliu said, putting his feet down, "The nervousness is because of exposure. Knowing the whereabouts, relax because the officials of Jingzhao Mansion can fool them, so we dare to do something to guide and cover up, and Huo Lian is watching from behind. As long as we make more moves, he can catch us. "

Zhike nodded, and glanced in the direction of the side: "The actor is closed, and we will be cautious in our words and deeds from now on."

When the voice fell, there was a light knock on the door, three long and three short.

A man dressed as a handyman gently pushed the door open and entered.

"Sixth Master." He whispered, "Ximo, I sent a message."

Ximo sent another message?Gao Xiaoliu frowned slightly, as the old friend said, a few days ago, Ximo came to ask about the situation in the capital.

Xi Mo should not be as reckless and ignorant as Dong Mo's actor. After inquiring about the news, he knew that the situation in the capital was not right, so he would continue to pretend to be dead.

"What do you want to ask again? Tell them that the government has started checking those wearing straw sandals, so let them be careful." Gao Xiaoliu said angrily.

The handyman didn't respond and left, but with a strange expression, he said, "Master Liu, Ximo didn't come here to ask for news, they sent us a financial account and an order to respond to the lawsuit."

Surprise appeared on Zhike's face, who had always been calm.

The Mohists in the world have their wealth divided, and the Mohists divide their wealth from east to west, north, south, and north, and then gather it in the capital.

Growing up in a place where the Mohist's wealth was collected, Gao Xiaoliu felt sick of money.

There are countless sub-account books.

Of course, that was before, and this kind of split account remittance has been cut off for five years.

Of course, even so, the amount of a Ximo account was too small for Gao Xiaoliu to notice.

Money is neither important nor the key, the key is the response order.

"Accept the request, do your best, share the worries and solve the problems." Gao Xiaoliu read the contents of the note, pinched his fingers, and the note shattered.

He looked at Zhike.

"Is Ximo crazy?"

"Don't even look at when?"

"They don't want to live anymore?"

"It's not just that they don't want to live anymore, is this still asking everyone to die together?"

(End of this chapter)