"You village chief?" Wei Zheng looked at the old man in front of him with curiosity.

He has worked with Zhao Chen for so long, but he knows the truth about what Zhao Chen has in his mansion.

But the chair in front of me was clearly written by Zhao Chen.

Wei Zheng still remembered that he had asked Zhao Chen for this chair, but that guy Zhao Chen never let go.

He didn't say anything and gave this chair to himself.

But today, Wei Zheng actually saw this thing in Lujiang thousands of miles away.

The old man in front of him also said that it was Zhao Chen who gave it to their village chief, and their village chief gave it to him again.

The emperor was also curious.

Although some of the things on Zhao Chen’s mansion may not be very precious, they can’t even be bought even if they are placed outside.

Moreover, Zhao Chen would not give things to others easily.

This chair...

"You village chief has been to Chang'an and still knows Zhao Chen?" asked the emperor and the old man in front of him.

The old man seemed to be recalling, frowned, and shook his head and said, "The village chief has been to Chang'an, but Zhao Chen has never heard of what you said."

"The village chief told us that he has lived a very good life in Chang'an. He has come back recently because he wants to come back to see the village."

"Then where are you village chief?" the emperor asked.

"The house at the end of the road is." The old man smiled and pointed to the house at the end of the road ahead.

"By the way, did a young man come to you last time?"

"It looks like you are about eighteen or nineteen years old." Wei Zheng asked the old man.

Li Chengqian has never returned home, could it be that he has been staying here?

"Yes, he also went to the village chief's house. I saw them going out together." The old man nodded.

The emperor and Wei Zheng looked at each other.

At this moment, both of them were extremely curious about what the village chief came from.

It can not only let Zhao Chen give him this chair, but also let Li Chengqian stay here for so long.

Is this person really just a small village chief?

The two of them thanked the old man and walked towards the house at the end of the path ahead.

"Dangdangdang--"

"Who?"

A knock on the door sounded, and a slightly old voice came from the house.

"Yaah—"

The slightly decaying door opened and an old face popped out from it.

...

"Shopkeeper, we have escaped from Chang'an City for two days. Why are they still chasing them so relentlessly?"

On an official road, two old and young lies in a valley.

In front of them, dozens of people rode fast horses and searched for their traces.

The second day after Huang Zhi was killed by Du He, the people from Wangyou Bookstore who were present on the same day were silenced.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper of Wangyou Bookstore became more concise and escaped with the remaining guy.

But the pursuit has come to their sight, and they are exhausted at this moment.

I had to hide in the valley and dared not make any moves.

"Because they are afraid, they are afraid that if the boss knows this, they will kill them all."

"So, they thought, kill us in advance to silence us."

"Erniu, you hold this thing, there are some money inside. When it gets dark, you will run south."

"I'll catch their attention here."

"Ten millions, bring the news to the boss."

"Six lives, you can't just forget it." The old shopkeeper said to the friend beside him.

In fact, only five people, including Huang Zhi, were killed.

The six people are actually the old shopkeeper himself.

"Shopkeeper, go, go see the boss, I'll stay here..."

"What a waste of time? You are young and have plenty of time. I am old and I can't run far."

"If you die here too, the boss will know nothing, but no one will avenge us."

"As long as we meet our boss, Du He will definitely pay our lives."

"Erniu, you are by my side this year and you have learned everything you should learn. When the day Wangyou Bookstore reopens, you come to my grave and talk to me."

"It's better to ask the boss for two pots of wine. I will never forget the taste in my life." The old shopkeeper smiled and gently patted the guy on the shoulder.

The guy's tears rolled in his eyes.

But I dare not make any sound.

As the sky gradually darkened, the old shopkeeper pushed the guy's back: "Don't walk on the official road, go quickly."

After saying that, the old shopkeeper got up and rushed in the direction he was walking.

Just a little sound caused the alarm of the killer who had been lying outside.

"They are there, chase them quickly, don't let him run away."

"Mad, I've been ambushing for a day. I'll catch you later. I won't cut you off."

"Stop and let me kill you."

The killers' anger sounded.

The guy hid in the valley, looked at the people who were walking far ahead, turned around and ran to the depths of the forest behind him.

Before I could run far, I heard a violent explosion coming from behind.

The blazing fire shone brightly on the night sky behind us.

...

"Zhao Da, the village Li Yuan mentioned before is the village."

"Li Yuan said that the villagers are all elderly, weak, sick and disabled, and Li Yuanji took them in on the road."

Cheng Chumo pointed to the small village ahead.

At this moment, the dusk fell, making it impossible to see the approximate view of the village ahead.

"Isn't it said that Li Yuanji is extremely cruel, why do you still take back the elderly, weak, sick and disabled?" Zhao Chen was a little surprised.

In fact, it was not just him, but the others around him felt the same way.

Every time they could hear the cruel past of Li Yuanji from their respective fathers.

But Li Yuan said that the people in this village are all the elderly, weak, sick and disabled people taken in by Li Yuanji.

When did Li Yuanji change his temper?

"Li Yuanji is different from before. Not only his temperament, but even his appearance..."

"If your fathers saw Li Yuanji, they would probably not recognize him at first." Li Yuan whispered behind him.

"Can't recognize it?"

"He was disfigured, right?" Cheng Chumo joked.

Li Yuan didn't speak.

Those who have not seen Li Yuanji with their own eyes cannot think of what Li Yuanji has experienced.

Li Yuanji is only in his thirties this year.

But if someone saw him, he would never believe that he was only in his thirties.

"It's the one in front, right?" Zhao Chen asked, pointing to the house at the end of the road ahead.

"Yes, that's the family!" Li Yuan nodded slowly.

...

In a shabby little house.

Li Chengqian sat aside, and the dim candlelight shone on his face.

In front of him, two men sat facing each other.
To be continued...