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Chapter 411 The third master's pet concubine, sending coal to the kiln (fifth watch)

Concubine Su watched him take a few pieces of paper from the next table, folded them, and stuffed them into her hands, "What is this?"

"Open it and have a look." Shen Chuming looked at her with a smile.

Concubine Su opened it and found that it was a land deed. She looked at the other pieces of paper, all of which were about transfer.

Finally, in the lower right corner, the word 'Chang Shen' is clearly written.

Concubine Su raised her eyebrows, "This is..."

"Copyed his coal mine."

"The Chang family has been established in Pingyang County for a long time, and it will never be clean." Shen Chuming explained very simply, "However, he is also smart, knowing the pros and cons, and took the initiative to hand over the ownership of the coal mine."

Or, Chang Shen had expected it a long time ago.

"He took out these things, but lost the fur. Now, it's yours." Shen Chuming asked her to put it away.

Concubine Su twitched her eyebrows. Coal kilns are the most profitable industry of the Chang family. How could it be a superficial thing for the third master?
"Third Master, what identity did you use to copy it?" If you reveal your identity, don't be afraid...

"It's been exposed, it doesn't matter." Shen Chuming smiled, "He's a very deep man, and he knows a lot, so he might have guessed my identity a long time ago."

Apart from him, very few people know his identity.

She was holding a few pieces of paper, no wonder Chang Shen wanted her to find the third master, if she got all the coal mines, then there was no need for her to cooperate with him.

"Third Master, don't you keep it?"

"Mine is yours sooner or later." Shen Chuming said in a low voice, seeing her bright eyes looking at him suspiciously, he couldn't help scratching the bridge of her nose with his fingers.

In fact, he also has selfish intentions, Su concubine disappears in Chang's mansion, and Chang's involvement is more or less deeply involved.

It's just a coal mine, it's all cheap for him.

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Chang family.

Nian Shenghuan was wearing a light pajamas, rolling around on the bed with two big innocent and ignorant eyes.

After waiting for a long time for no one to come, she simply didn't roll away, lying on the bed in a big character, looking at the beam above her head, her eyes gradually became suspicious.

"Second uncle..."

She raised her hand and slowly pressed her head. It was as if an awl was being drilled into her brain, which hurt her so much.

"Are you doing it yourself, or am I doing it?"

"Only one can live."

This voice sounds like my second uncle's.

Nian Shenghuan frowned, tossing and turning in pain, covering his ears with his hands, "No, I don't want to listen..."

I was so anxious that I stopped stuttering.

It was as if frames of pictures were flashing in front of her eyes. She didn't want to look at it, but she had to be forced to look at it.

"Dad...Mom..." Nian Shenghuan couldn't understand, only shed tears from the pain, and murmured these two words unconsciously.

"Kill, kill..."

She covered her ears, closed her eyes and kept persuading, as if crying, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

don't kill!
Blood, a lot of blood!

She doesn't look, she doesn't look!
"Second, Second Uncle..."

"Sheng Huan hurts...it hurts..."

--boom!

The door was knocked open!

At a glance, Chang Shen saw the girl on the bed who was dying of pain, all her composure was lost at this moment, and all the coldness was cracked.

He rushed over and hugged her in his arms, his cold eyes filled with distress, "Sheng Huan..."

"Second, Second Uncle..." Nian Sheng Huan's lips turned pale from the pain, and when he heard his voice calm down, he hugged him and dared not let go, "Woooooo... Sheng Huan is so good, so scared..."

"Don't be afraid, Second Uncle is with you." Chang Shen patted her on the back lightly, his voice dissipated from the cold and soft.

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　　A thought produces joy, and a thought also produces sorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)