Nanqin Chapter 23: 11 aunty wife

　　Zhang Nanqin wandered the street, smoking a pot, arousing the attention of others.

　　Unconsciously, Zhang Nanqin came to Huamanlou.

　　 Although it is not at night, many guests stayed overnight. At this time, it was midday, so it was quite busy to spend the whole building.

　　"Brother Qin." Qian San, a legitimate guard, saw Zhang Nanqin and immediately greeted him with a smile.

　　Zhang Nanqin also responded with a smile, but before he spoke, he heard something talking inside, Qian San whispered: "Guan Shi Tan is reprimanding the brothers because of what happened last night."

　　 "Ah, brother Zhang, come here before you arrive?" Tan Zhengyi ran out from the inside and said with a smile, which made the pedestrians on the road think how good the friendship between the two is. same.

　　Zhang Nanqin was very comfortable, right? He took a sip: "Is this old man?" He looked behind Tan Zhengyi. Each of the guards had different expressions. They were all dissatisfied with Tan Zhengyi. She didn't dare to vent to her face, just making various expressions behind her back, and Zhang Nanqin laughed dumbly.

　　 Tan Zhengyi doesn’t seem to dislike Zhang Nanqin’s name anymore, and still smiles: "Yesterday’s thing, Tan thought for a whole night, and the three of them could enter Huamanlou to make trouble. Tan thinks this guard also has a certain Responsibilities, so I reprimanded a few words here, which made Lord Nanqin laugh."

　　Zhang Nanqin did not speak after hearing this, but looked at Tan Zhengyi with interest. You must know that the Zhu family returned 40% of Huamanlou’s proceeds to the Wei family yesterday, and Huamanlou is entirely in the Wei family industry at this time. .

　　 Tan Zhengyi is still reprimanding the guard here, so he doesn't know what happened yesterday, otherwise he wouldn't exist here now. Then this is worth intriguing.

　　 "If it weren't for Nanqin's means to deter the younger generation, I don't know what will happen again. Tan wants to be a host, please Nanqin can show his face."

　　Zhang Nanqin took a deep look at Tan Zhengyi, who looked at Tan Zhengyi with hairy eyes, but Zhang Nanqin's smile was a bit strong: "Then Nanqin will bother Tan Lao."

　　 Tan Zhengyi smiled happily after hearing this: "Mr Nanqin, please."

　　 The two chatted casually on the road, and Tan Zhengyi was very enthusiastic, and a little too enthusiastic, which made Zhang Nanqin think.

　　 They came to Liuxiang Restaurant, not far from Huamanlou, which belonged to the Zhu family's industry.

　　 The two looked for a small wing. They just sat down and Zhang Nanqin's mouth showed a curve. They saw a shopkeeper coming up with wine and vegetables. Just after they dropped, the tray in the small second hand suddenly flipped over and a dagger faced Zhang Nanqin. Away from his throat.

　　Zhang Nanqin's side of the body, a palm cut on the opponent's back, causing the opponent to lose his strength, and his body fell directly under the table.

　　 The door was pushed open, and five more strangers broke in with weapons. Where did Zhang Nanqin give these people a chance to do something, after they came in, he rushed over, using the cigarette stick in his hand as a weapon.

　　 The weapons touched the cigarette rods, and they groaned softly. You must know that the pipe was made by Hua Qingzhu, and his movements were as fast as lightning. Those people had no room to fight back. Everyone was lying on the ground.

　　 Not only did they lose their strength, but at the same time, when the flowers were drawn on them, they all implied internal injuries. Once the injuries broke out, they would lose the ability to move. Zhang Nanqin didn't feel any softness to these people, because these people had a faint smell of blood, and each of them had at least two or three lives in their hands.

　　 He doesn't kill people, doesn't mean he can't abolish them.

　　Zhang Nanqin turned his head and looked at Tan Zhengyi, who was already frightened and silly, and smiled meaningfully: "Old Tan, which drama is this?"

　　 Tan Zheng's legs were trembling, and he tried to control his emotions: "Young Master Nanqin..."

　　Zhang Nanqin stared at Tan Zhengyi's eyes: "Don't tell me they have nothing to do with you."

　　 After hearing this, Tan Zheng looked at the dagger on the table, which was used by the little second in the shop. He picked up the dagger and stuck it in his thigh, gritting his teeth and enduring the drama. Pain, pulling out the dagger, his voice trembled: "Young Master Nanqin thinks Tan's account is satisfactory?"

　　 Zhang Nanqin’s eyes flashed with surprise: "You have seen what happened yesterday, and you dare to send someone to do such a thing. I am curious, what purpose do you have, how courageous and courageous, you dare to do it? Such a thing." After he finished speaking, he turned and sat on the chair: "You have deceived the eyes of many people."

　　 Tan Zhengyi stared at Zhang Nanqin and said: "Our lady wants to join forces with Nanqin."

　　Zhang Nanqin was taken aback for a moment, and he shook his head and looked up at Tan Zhengyi: "Mrs. Eleven?"

　　 Tan Zhengyi took a deep look at Zhang Nanqin, then he stepped aside, and the wall behind him turned out to be a door, and a woman walked in.

　　"Fang Ying, my concubine, has seen the son of Nanqin." Fang Ying made a slight gesture, then waved, people came in one after another, and carried the wounds on the ground in. The speed was extremely fast, and everything was cleaned up in a moment. clean.

　　Zhang Nanqin was a little surprised at the appearance of the eleventh wife, and then laughed, he took a mouthful of the cigarette pot: "It really surprised Nanqin."

　　 Fang Ying smiled politely after hearing this, and sat opposite Zhang Nanqin: "The concubine thought it was what the son expected."

　　 Zhang Nanqin shook his head after hearing this: "Miss Fang raised Nanqin."

　　 Fang Ying's eyes lit up after hearing this: "The son of Nanqin is really very human, thank you son for giving this opportunity to his concubine."

　　 After she finished speaking and gestured, Tan Zhengyi retreated to the secret door, leaving them two in the wing.

　　 The reason why Fang Ying said so is that Zhang Nanqin's name to her, Miss Fang, represents the identity of Fang Ying. If you call Mrs. Zhu, or Mrs. Eleven, it does mean you agree with the Zhu family, but the meaning of a name is completely different.

　　 Fang Ying lifted up the refilled tea in front of her, and poured it on Zhang Nanqin: "I am here to make amends to Lord Nanqin." After speaking, she drank the cup.

　　Zhang Nanqin smoked a pot and said: "It seems that what Nanqin did is in the eyes of Miss Fang."

　　 Fang Ying shook her head: "Young Master Nanqin praised him."

　　While Zhang Nanqin was still thinking about it, he found that the smoking pot was out of shredded tobacco, so he tapped the table gently: "When the monk went to check, you deliberately counted it?"

　　 Fang Ying did not answer directly. Instead, she stood up and looked at the scenery outside and said: "When my concubine was a child, although the Fang family was not a big family, it was considered a family family. An accident happened. My father was on the river with his brother. When she met a gangster, she lost her life~IndoMTL.com~ There was a trace of memory in her eyes when she said it.

　　 She went on to say: “It’s the Zhu family that created all of this. The death of the father and elder brother caused the Fang family to decline overnight, and all the business was basically eaten by the Zhu family. The courtyard of the house was completely clean because of an accidental fire."

　　Zhang Nanqin took out the thumb-long bamboo branches of green bamboo from his arms, and he was digging out the smoking pot, he listened quietly.

　　 Fang Ying looked back at Zhang Nanqin and continued: "At that time, I was young, and I was rescued by Lao Tan, and then concealed myself, but in my heart, I wish I could kill the Zhu family!" Hate.

　　 Fang Ying came to the chair and sat down and looked at Zhang Nanqin: "Next, my concubine thought, with the cleverness of the son, I must be able to guess."

　　Zhang Nanqin blew down the smoking pot, put it away, and looked at Fang Ying in front of him: "Miss Fang has great wisdom." After he finished speaking, he raised his hand: "You don't have to be humble. If Nanqin didn't guess wrong, This is the grievance of your two families for a lifetime."

　　 Fang Ying looked at Zhang Nanqin deeply after hearing this, and signaled Zhang Nanqin to continue.

　　Zhang Nanqin said: "Zhu family, Mrs. Zhu Zhejiufang, although they have children, they are all useless. Only Zhu Xiong is intact. The reason for this should be your family."

　　 Fang Ying's eyes changed at this moment.

　　Zhang Nanqin said playfully: "The Zhu family should have been aware of it, so that's why they did it on your Fang family. And Miss Fang, in order to avenge the family, another scene was repeated, but this time Miss Fang was better than your father Even more vicious, making those concubines unable to get pregnant, only your Miss Fang is pregnant, and Zhu Xiong’s favor is achieved and your goal is achieved."

　　 Fang Ying took a deep breath and said: "Young Master Nanqin really saw it thoroughly."