So What If You’ve Been Reborn? Chapter 259: Your host

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In the evening two days later, the fiery sun faded away, and a small sedan chair was swayed forward on the road.

"Hurry up, hurry up."

Mr. Song opened the curtain and urged the bearer eagerly.

He's evasive, doesn't take the road, and wants to be next to the root of the wall, just like a thief. The bearer wondered, how can this point be called by others?

The weather is too boring, there is no wind, and the sedan chair looks like a steamer.

Mr. Song was in a cold sweat, his complexion gradually turning blue, as if he was going to the execution ground, he wore his beard nervously. Suddenly the sedan chair buckled and fell steadily to the ground.

"The place you said is here, Mr. Song." The bearer reminded him carefully.

Mr. Song took a long breath, his hands and feet stiff as he stepped out of the sedan chair.

He raised his head and looked at the obvious traces scraped by the ladder on the courtyard wall of this mansion, his expression even more uncomfortable, he touched his sleeves for a long time before he took out the greeting card and the gift form, and walked tremblingly towards the door.

The door frame of the mansion is empty.

——The one smashed by the Yamen was carried away. The new one was just brought from the carpenter's shop today, and several demons wondered how to move it up.

The door opened wide, and it was Mr. Song's luck: He was knocking at the door for a long time, and there would be no movement inside.

At this moment, Mr. Song did not dare to take Joe, Fu Guan died inexplicably, and Wu Zuo couldn't find the slightest abnormality. This disaster he caused, he had to take the bitter fruit himself.

"How many dare to ask...this is Chen's house?"

In the document found by the government, the name of Chen He was written upright in the deed of this house. Of course, the hometown and identity were forged, but this made Chen Zhen suspicious: Who would be honest? Write the name of the real owner of the house?

Coincidentally, the Yuzhou demons also think so.

It’s just the deed of the house. The Demon Zun wrote that his junior and younger brother just happened—this is quite common. The monks can’t make up their minds, but it’s easy to forget what they filled out. I heard that the Qingzhou Venerable Tunyue wrote about him. The name of the dog at home.

Ordinary people will not hang a plaque at the door of their homes, and it is commonplace to ask the owner to come to the door to inquire.

But what can a mortal do here?

The demons didn't even look at it, and said gruffly: "You got it wrong, go!"

The smile on Mr. Song's face froze. Fortunately, he was ready to shut his doors. If this is a place where a powerful and noble raises the dead, and there are big secrets, of course he won't take care of outsiders.

"Then I made a mistake and made the master not surname Chen? A few days ago, the people under my staff didn't know anything about it. They were offended. I have come to apologize, and I look at Haihan."

Speaking, Mr. Song respectfully handed over the greeting card.

No one of the demons talked to each other, they were busy living on their own.

Mr. Song is getting older, and he can't bear it after bending over like this for a while. He is very angry, but he is helpless.

At this time, Tong Xiaozhen came back from the outside in a spring breeze. The Central Plains didn't have the East China Sea's rich and abundant elixir, but it was better than the monks, casually... ahem, selling something, just worth the previous month's income.

He caught a glimpse of the situation at the door and was suddenly surprised: "What's going on?"

Mr. Song thought that these "doorkeepers" should at least describe his origins. He didn't expect the door repairers to retort in an angry manner: "Who... the old man ran to say a bunch of things on his own, we How do you know?"

Mr. Song almost didn't stretch the expression on his face.

Annoying the old man? !

These martial artists are so rude!

Tong Xiao is really a monk from the East China Sea. I can't speak here. Although the Jindanqi cultivation base is not bad, in the mansion of a demon venerable, the foundation building is only capable of sweeping the floor.

Although there is no one with a higher cultivation level than Tong Xiaozhen among these monks, he still touched his nose and left.

Where is Mr. Song willing to let this seemingly talkative "young man" a step forward: "Please inform me, and say that Yunzhou is an old friend, come here to apologize."

"Yunzhou?"

Tong Xiaozhen is surprised and feels that Mr. Song has found the wrong door: "There is no deceased of yours here. Go to the neighbourhood to find out and find someone."

It just so happened that the magic repairs also installed the gate firmly.

In this way, they closed the door with a "bang" in front of Mr. Song, almost knocking Mr. Song’s nose.

The bearer standing in the distance laughed secretly.

Mr. Song became angry from embarrassment, but he couldn't happen again.

The door suddenly reopened with a huff, and Mr. Song was refreshed and was about to speak--

"Yes, this time the door is strong."

The person who opened the door said with satisfaction, and slammed the door again.

"..."

It was already hot on this day, and Mr. Song was bored in the sedan chair for a long time. Now he was trembling with anger, his blood surged, his whole body shook, and he almost fell.

Seeing the situation is not good, the bearer quickly came to help.

Mr. Song originally didn't want to take this trip, but was baffled by Fu Guan's death. He took the risk because of helplessness. Unexpectedly, he didn't encounter the danger, but he almost lost his breath.

Seeing that today is out of play, I just fainted and asked the bearers to lift themselves back.

There was noisily noisily at the door, and a carriage stopped there across the street, and a secretly angry voice came from the curtain: "Let’s go."

The coachman respectfully responded, raising his whip to drive the horse.

The person in the car is Chen Zhen.

Fu Guanshi’s death is unclear. Chen Zhen guessed that it was the hand that was used here. He can't afford this kind of powerful force behind it for the time being, but he has to pull the hand to apologize, especially with Chen He. Apologize, this is something you don't even think about.

The bureaucrats came to investigate the corvee, which is nothing at all.

At this moment, seeing the "concierge" humiliating Mr. Song in this way, Chen Zhen feels more and more that it is impossible to be reported to the rich and powerful behind this force. It must be Chen He who deliberately wants to make trouble with him.

——It must be the child who hates himself.

Chen Zhen even thought of another family in Yunzhou who had been married to him, and wondered which dignitaries in the DPRK did they serve? Is it possible to get rid of the cocoon and find out the results here?

The carriage suddenly bumped heavily, and Chen Zhen was about to reprimand. He stretched his head to look at it and was stunned.

The entire carriage was dragged by a sturdy man and dragged across the street with the shaft of the carriage abruptly. The carriage driver was driven far away.

After striding to the door of the mansion, the big man turned the carriage over and shook, he "upped" Chen Zhen out, and then raised the big slap of a pu fan, one in each hand, like a chicken, Mr. Song, who was dizzy, and Chen Zhen, who was slumped, got up, Shi Shiran entered the door.

The bearers were so scared that they could not move, watching the door close.

The coachman was a trusted servant of Chen Zhen. He wanted to shout, but he shuddered when he saw the carriage that had completely fallen apart.

"Quickly, call someone at the Shangyamen."

After the coachman finished speaking, he felt wrong again. He heard about Fu Guan's death.

Chen Zhen and Mr. Song were silent, but they couldn't hold back the broken mouths of the servants. This mansion was unusual, and the coachman knew that at this moment, he was so anxious to talk with the ants on the hot pot.

"Forget it, don't go, let's... wait here!"

The coachman grinned and touched the bruise that fell from his body. In short, he didn't believe that if someone dared to openly kill the guard of a county, no rich and powerful could do such things.

Furthermore, Mr. Chen Zhen and Mr. Song were held in his hands by the big man. After turning around for a while, they rolled their eyes with anger.

"The rude!"

The two fell heavily to the ground, and Mr. Song couldn't get up directly.

The sturdy man was expressionless. Seeing the two of them still, he stretched out his huge palm to grasp.

Chen Zhen hurriedly avoided, Mr. Song was weak, and was picked up from the ground again.

"The master wants to see you." The sturdy man said without emotion.

He is weird, his eyes are straight, and his voice pops out of his mouth every word.

At the same time, there were a few more people who looked like servant girls, and Qi Qi raised his hand to point out the direction to Mr. Chen Zhensong. This strange scene made Mr. Song a shiver.

Chen Zhen looked around and saw some people standing in twos and threes in the distance, but just looking at himself, it was like watching the excitement.

He has lived for half his life and has not suffered such humiliation. Chen Zhen's eyes are black with anger, but when he catches a glimpse of Mr. Song who is being carried by the big man, he still wisely chooses himself to go in that direction.

This is a large mansion with four entrances. For ordinary people, it actually occupies a lot of land, but it is nothing compared to the prefectural mansion.

In the courtyard, there are bushes and sparse flowers and trees.

It can be seen that no one is taking care of it. Some courtyard walls are covered with moss and no one clears them. There is even a layer of floating dust on the roof railings. Nobody’s servants will be lazy.

Chen Zhen frowned more and more tightly. After going around a row of houses in the West Chamber, he finally saw Chen He under a pine tree.

When he saw them coming, Chen He didn't move much. Those who followed Chen Zhen immediately scattered and stood around silently.

One of them took out the greeting card and gift form directly from Mr. Song's sleeve.

The action was very rude, tearing the pockets in his sleeves.

"You, you..."

Mr. Song's lips trembled, and he wanted to break free from the big man: "It's really insulting to be gentle, what a decent way!"

Chen He threw the book in his hand on the stone table and took the gift list found by the puppet.

——About the Chen family, he doesn't want to be seen by too many people. Shi Feng left all the puppets he refined, and with Chen He's cultivation base, he could drive most of them at will.

The gift list in Chen He's hand is not long, but they are all precious things in the eyes of mortals.

Gold and silver ornaments, ginseng antler, pearl wine, and swords made by several famous experts.

It looks like a generous gift, but in fact it is something that really powerful people look down on. Calligraphy and painting ancient books are rare objects in the officialdom.

Chen He has a sneer on his lips, and he is very clear in his heart. Chen Junshou and the aides dealt with him as an impenetrable martial artist.

Gold and silver, the most tacky thing, just add it to the gift list. What kind of incense burner, golden plate, golden bowl, golden water basin--not to mention any style or taste, just pick the biggest and the heaviest to fool people.

Chen He tossed it casually, and lost the gift list, focusing on the signature of the greeting card.

"...An old person from Yunzhou?"

Chen He sneered, and the greeting card turned into fly ash in his hands.

Chen Zhen was taken aback, but Mr. Song was startled.

"Your Fu Guan is from Wanteng County, Yunzhou?"

Chen He didn't let them sit down, and he didn't have the habit of having tea, so he asked unceremoniously.

He checked carefully for two days, but still didn't discover any secrets he didn't know.

Chen Zhen has a calm face.

Mr. Song has been relieved. He disapproved and said: "Chen...Young Master Chen, everyone is dead, you are so reluctant, the people behind you know it, I am afraid it is not good." /

Chen He raised his eyebrows slightly: "The person behind me?"

Mr. Song thought that he had caught the handle. This was Chen He's own opinion.

"It is common for young people to be full of spirits. If Young Master Chen accepts this gift list, the previous events will be deemed to have not happened. The old man does not want to interfere with the Lord’s affairs, and Young Master Chen does not want to pass on his deeds. ——"

He pointed to the sky. This is a habit of people in official circles, referring to the big man in the court, or the emperor.

"In the ears of your master!"

Chen He looked at the sky along his fingers, and then--

"Hahaha."

He laughed aloud, his brows and eyes were filled with indescribable pleasure.

Such unscrupulous and unscrupulous publicity, like everything in the world, is nothing.