The maids rushed forward to take the cloak, bowed and left.

"How is it?" Qin Langjun asked, his eyes bright and a little excited.

Zhou Lang took off his clothes and sat down, picking up a tea bowl and drinking tea.

"Just an hour ago, Zhu Wu was carried out with a straw sweep from his house in the outer room of Shitou Lane in the south of the city." He said.

Qin Langjun smiled meaningfully.

"Okay." He said, "Okay."

"These men are of some use. They are quite ruthless and quite courageous." Zhou Lang said.

Qin Langjun looked at him and smiled slightly.

"These men..." he repeated in a long tone.

Saturday Lang immediately stared.

"What are you doing in such a weird way?" he shouted.

Qin Langjun laughed.

"You know, but you still ask me." He smiled.

Zhou Lang sighed, picked up the tea bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

"However, these men are really reliable. Just saying so and daring to do so is enough to be useful." Qin Langjun nodded in admiration.

That was murder, killing in public during the day. Even though they had received assurances in advance, everything in the world was unforeseen.

What if the people who followed him testified that they were not bluffed, what if the people from Puxiu Temple did not come forward to protect him, what if the people behind the scoundrel wanted to fight to death.

No matter which eventuality becomes a reality, no matter how remedied it is, those of them who took action directly will not be able to escape their guilt.

What kind of trust is this that allows them to do whatever she says regardless of life and death?

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Qin Langjun thought of something, looked at Liu Lang and opened his mouth to break the silence.

"Rokuro, haven't you always known what sincerity is? This is sincerity." He said hurriedly.

Saturday Lang sighed and stood up.

"What sincerity! What are you saying in such a weird way! I'm leaving!" He said angrily, fluttered his sleeves, opened the door and strode away.

Qin Langjun watched him go away with a smile, took a long breath, took a pen from the table, dipped some ink, and drew two circles on the screen beside him.

"Another one..." he said slowly, holding the pen and looking at the screen.

In one corner of the birdwood stone screen, there are three rows of vertical ink circles, two in the first row, five in the second row, and a newly added third row with thick ink marks, giving it a strange beauty under the swaying night lights.

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Note 1: During the Northern and Southern Dynasties, it was common for monks to get married. At this time, the wife of a monk also had a special title of "Fan's Wife", and the young monk was respectfully called "Master's Wife".

In the Tang Dynasty, although there was no provision in the law prohibiting monks from marrying, during the implementation process, monks were not allowed to marry. If they were found to be marrying a wife, the monk would be punished with hard labor. In the previous article, the coachman and the maidservant were talking.

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The earliest legal ban in Chinese history on monks marrying wives occurred in the Song Dynasty, but it was not prohibited.
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