The smile on the face was gone.

The officials behind him looked at each other and followed silently.

If these treasures are obtained, they must be divided into a share.

It's just that these treasures are now in the hands of Jinyiwei, and I want to do it again. I am afraid it is difficult.

Back to the Jinyiwei residence, Lin Mang sat in the upper head, took a sip of tea, and laughed: "Send someone to ask Fang to follow the ceremony."

Tang Qi froze slightly, and surprised: "Adult, don't we return to Beijing?"

"Back to Beijing?" Lin Mang turned his head and glanced at him, shook his head: "It's not the time now."

"There is something that has not been resolved."

Tang Qi stopped asking more and turned away.

It didn't take long for Tang Qi to lead Fang from Li.

"Lin Zhen's envoys!" Fang Cong's face smiled: "I don't know that Lord Lin called me, but something was instructed?"

Fang Cong's face with a gentle smile, gentle and elegant.

Lin Mang put down the tea cup and said it for a long time.

He actually hates people like Fang Congli, which is too hypocritical.

With a little carelessness, they will smile and stab the knife into your heart.

Lin Mang laughed, got up and looked out of the window, and said calmly: "The officials need to leave Nanjing, and the safety of the treasure must be annoying."

Fang Cong's eyes were bright.

But soon, he realized that it was not so simple.

Lin Mang turned around and stared at Fang Congli, meaning "Master Fang, you can keep your treasure."

"About the situation of the treasure, the official has flew in the palace, and the number of them was asked to count it. If there was a leak, I was afraid you and I couldn't afford it."

Hearing the words, Fang Congli's face changed immediately.

He is not a fool. Naturally, he knows the meaning of this words. This is clearly a fire pit.

Fang Cong's eyes sinking slightly, and said: "Dare to ask Lin Zhen's envoy, how much is there in this treasure?"

Lin Mang was interested and glanced at Fang Congli, shook his head, and said with a long -term voice: "It is not that the official is unwilling to tell, but this matter is definitely secret.

As soon as the words fell, Fang Congli said directly: "Lin Town's envoy, the treasure is important, the lower official ability is limited ..."

He instinctively wanted to refuse.

Without waiting for Fang Cong Li, Lin Mang had raised his hand to interrupt.

"Master Fang, this is you!"

"This is where you are, you want to resist your life!"

Lin Mang's face was cold, and he waved his hand: "Send a guest!"

A step forward in the strict consciousness in the hall, holding the embroidered spring knife in the waist with one hand, and said coldly: "Master Fang, please!"

A momentum is very compressed, and with his face, it looks fierce.

Fang Congli stepped back, watching Lin Mang's lips move gently, sighed, and turned to leave.

There were light rain in the sky, and the rain dripped slowly along the eaves.

Looking up at the sky, Fang Fang pulled a bitter smile from the corner of the ritual mouth.

This is a fire pit.

The number of treasures is unknown. If something really happens, he will be difficult to escape.

I was afraid that the last town was to fight a rake, saying that he had been greedy for the silver two, and then he couldn't argue.

This is what he really worried.

Tang Qi hesitated: "Adults, there is an puzzlement of the lower official?"

"Do you want to ask the treasure?"

Lin Mang raised tea, and looked out of the house with a deep gaze, and said calmly: "Rather than letting them remember, it is better to send them directly into them."

"Now the treasure is handed over to their guards. If something really happens, then the crime will be borne by them."

"It is said that Jiangnan is rich, I am going to see how rich it is."

There was a touch of fun on Lin Mang's face.

This treasure is not enough for him to divide with the one in the palace.

From beginning to end, he has never intended to let go of this group of people in Jiangnan's officialdom.

Fang Congli is just a person launched by Jiangnan's officialdom.

Isn't it a treasure?

Then I am like your wish!

Dare to hinder Jin Yiwei to act, naturally pay the price!

Lin Mang put down the tea cup, got up and hugged the embroidered spring knife and walked towards the courtyard. The thick sound instantly covered the majestic rain sound:

"Call Jinyiwei!"

"Go to Shaolin!"

In this chapter in advance, my white things are busy now. Maybe the customs in various places may be different. When I come back, I will try my best to change it.
Chapter completed!