"Hu cake, baked Hu cake with sesame sprinkled--"

"Borrow it, be careful to bump it!"

"A handsome guest official, do you want to enter the small shop to taste the new dishes? Keep it to you for your satisfaction!"

The street was filled with people. Pedestrians passed by. Hawkers who arranged tables and chairs, holding the pancakes out of the pot and yelled loudly. The women walking together stopped at the shop, looked at the cloth spread out on the rack, thought of the figure of her husband, and smiled. A little Hu Yin was far away on the street, and the elderly Hu Ji shook her waist hard, attracting the eyes of others. Hu Shang, holding the money box, drooped his eyelids and yawned long.

He supported his chin with one hand, and the next moment he was hit. The figure who shouted "borrowed" quickly walked to the street, meeting with his waiting companions, whispering in the noise around him, and pointed to the street behind from time to time.

"You guess what I asked about just now?"

"What's so mysterious? Tell me quickly!"

"That leader of the high gang died, just half an hour ago."

"Oh, this is a big deal."

"Let's just talk, don't join in the fun... I'll leave, go and go to the Red Building to have a stroll... I heard that a group of watery little girls have come."

The whispered people muttered to the point where they were staggering the man and woman coming towards them. The man turned around and looked at the backs of the people, turned back and said softly.

"Gao Sheng died... I heard it just now?"

Bypassing a candied haws, Tang Baoer pursed her lips and nodded quietly. At this time, she had already changed her outfit, tied her hair high, wrapped it in a circle of rough linen cloth, and had oil stains on her face, looking like a woman in her thirties.

"It should be true. What he said that day was fulfilled today... Even if he said he could be the emperor, I believe it."

Chen Shujiu twitched the corner of his mouth. The woman beside him said this was too dangerous. If the leader heard it, he would probably be punished.

"I won't say it anymore, just treat it as Wolong's rebirth, let's go over and see it clearly first."

Walking north through the disturbing long street, behind the Jialefang is the Jindao Gang's station. This is not the first time they have been there, and it is easy to find it.

Along the street, there were many people gathered on the roadside, tea shops and restaurant guests, drinking and whispering something. They didn't just glance at the towering courtyard gate in the distance. In front of two stone lions, white paper lanterns with the word "Dian" were hung high, and white seals were pasted on the red painted gate. Many carriages from afar slowly drove to stop.

After the accompanying servant handed over the famous post, he helped the gorgeously dressed people come in. The smell of yellow paper burned into his mouth and nose. Looking at the white and white banners all over the yard, he walked to the back hall with a calm face and burned a few pieces of money in front of the brazier. He bowed to a few middle-aged men who were also dressed in luxury, and his calm expression turned into a smile and started to laugh.

"Brother Li, when the county government parted that day, I disappeared some time again."

The square-faced man smiled and bowed and returned the greeting: "When I go out later, I will drink and talk to Brother Wang's restaurant. Now I am waiting to joke like this, I am afraid that something is wrong. The county magistrate blames it. Our families cannot afford to offend them."

"Huh~~ It's right, it's right. God is really strange. The leader of the high gang has a strong martial arts skills. He says he gets sick and dies. He'll be a moment's matter, alas~~"

"Who said no? Yesterday I was still talking about it. Come to the leader of the Gao Gang to ask for a bowl of tea and drink. Today, people are gone."

"By the way, County Magistrate Gao is inside now?"

"Why aren't there? But when I came here, I heard from someone in the gang that there was a brother who was a gang leader who was also here, and I knew you and I."

"who?"

"It's that Geng Qing!"

Hiss ~~

Someone grinned and took a breath, subconsciously looking into the direction of the backyard, "Why is this guy everywhere?" Following the sight of his friends, the soul-suming banner swayed in the wind, and the backyard was crying faintly, smoke surrounds, a large amount of yellow paper rolls away in the air with the wind, and some throw away the brazier and turn into ashes and floats.

Geng Qing tied the hemp rope, his eyes were red and burned the last piece of money paper in his hand, bowed to the coffin parked in the inner hall, pinched the cuffs and wiped the corners of his eyes, choked and inhaled, and walked over to a beautiful woman wearing mourning clothes. She was Gao Sheng's wife. She had died a few years ago. This was his newly married one year ago.

"Sister-in-law is relieved, don't be angry, be careful to hurt your body." He took a breath, moved away from the pretty face of the woman with pear blossoms, and looked at the spiritual seat standing on the tribute table. "Although my brother and I are a gang, I treat me like a relative. Geng Qing dares not forget this friendship. If my sister-in-law encounters difficulties in the future, she can send someone to inform her, and even if she gives all her money, she will help her sister-in-law."

When it came to the movement, she started crying with a choked cry. The swaying fire shone on the handsome woman's face. She was only a double-tenth. When she heard her husband's sworn brothers like this, she felt like she was empathetic. Tears rolled down to the corners of her eyes, and she squeezed her handkerchief and covered her mouth and cried again.

This Geng Qing...

Gao Jun, who returned the greeting to the guests who were paying his respects, looked at his sad back and felt a little confused. He never liked to trust anyone easily, but the younger brother's affairs were behind him, and the young man in front of him was busy helping to handle the situation and cried bitterly, as if his relatives had really died.

......Did he really think of Gao Sheng as his brother?

The money paper burned, the ashes flew, and the official robe was stained with his breath. Gao Jun, who was trapped in his thoughts, calmed down. Although he felt sad, it was not superficial. He smiled at Geng Qing in front of him, slowly went over and called him up, and walked out together.

"Since you are Gao Sheng's brother, you are mine."

Gao Jun was wearing an official robe, with a strong and burly figure, Geng Qing was slender, wearing a replenishment and black boots, and walked out of the back hall together, half a foot slowing down between the flower paths in the backyard, as if discussing business.

"If you lack anything at home, just talk to Brother Wei. The girl you looked at before was kidnapped from outside. She was a woman from Yanzhao. She should be very wild on the bed, right? I like it, I will send someone to you another day."

Geng Qing wiped the corners of his eyes, his voice was still a little breathing, and he shook his head: "The county magistrate was joking. Now that my brother has just died, how can I do such a thing? I will want to mourn my brother to the ground for the rest of my time, which is a complete love for the charity."

"Your words are also heard in my heart." Gao Jun turned his face with his hands in his arms, nodded in appreciation, took two steps before turning back, looking at the winding path ahead, "If you say anything in the bedroom before, you can continue to do it. In the Golden Knife Gang, you will be half of you!"

"this......"

Geng Qing was stunned, hesitated for a moment, took a step back and stopped in front and looked back at the figure he looked at, bowing and arching his hand.

"Since my brother has given me some advice, Qing is here to stay!"

"Okay! Hahaha--" Gao Jun hit the young man's shoulder with one hand and patted him, took the opportunity to hold him, walked back together, laughing heroically.

"Tomorrow, you go outside the city to wait for a convoy leaving the city and lead them to do things. As for where to go, someone inside knows the road."

He lowered his voice and whispered a few times in Geng Qing's ear. The latter nodded and responded, and followed Gao Jun back to the back hall to carry out the heavy funeral etiquette.

It was getting dark in the afternoon, and in the slanting sun, Geng Qing was about to get up and say goodbye.

"Send you to you for your brother." Gao Jun also looked tired and sent him to the door to look at the young man who turned around and bowed, and then he got on the donkey cart and drove away. His eyes became serious again.

...The same pot of wine he and Gao Sheng drank... There was no sign of poisoning... and he also organized the funeral by himself... It shouldn't be him, but Gao Sheng's death was strange everywhere.

Are they really those assassins?

Gao Jun frowned and turned around and walked back to the yard for a while.

...........

At the end of the street that was far away, the sad expression on the donkey cart was calm, and Geng Qing's face returned to normal. He just kept silent with his lips pursed. He returned to the blacksmith shop and called Dachun and Master Wang to follow him.

"Two letters here, one is given to An Sibing, and one is taken to a dilapidated temple in the southeast of the city. Remember, don't let the people of the Golden Knife Gang notice you."

Back in the inner room, they took a brush, grind the ink, and wrote some handwriting with the tip of the pen, folded it and handed it over to the two of them. Soon, the two of them had their letters in hand and came out of the shop one after another.

‘It should be the end.’
Chapter completed!