Datang: Changle, I really don’t have any private money for my husband

Chapter 88 You are right!

Another murder case was perfectly closed, and Liu Sheng's name was once again circulated in the city of Chang'an.

Although Liu Sheng is not in the arena, there are legends about him everywhere in the arena. His reputation is based on several times of quickly and accurately finding out the murderer and closing the case.

In Chang'an City, Liu Sheng's reputation flooded the streets and alleys again, making countless young talents jealous.

We finally racked our brains to write a poem. We wanted to gain fame, but it was still not as easy as Liu Sheng's case in this small place in Chang'an County!
People are more mad than people!
Those who love it, everyone worships it.

Those who hate it are cast aside by everyone, but they are secretly accustomed to it.

"Have you heard that Lao Zhang has something to say and updated the column, and there is an extra column on Chang'an County, let's go and listen?"

There are passersby talking on the street.

"What are you talking about? It won't be the concubine Liu who has become famous recently, right?"

"It's County Magistrate Liu. You can't deny other people's efforts just because of their family background. County Magistrate Liu's recent decision on this case is really wonderful. I directly killed three catties of melons!"

"Is it so exciting? Then I have to go and see it?"

"Let's go together!"

……

"Old Zhang has something to say and starts talking again, let's not follow suit, this will also give me a chance to pretend... to spit it out quickly, in fact, I am also at the scene!"

"Really, we've heard about County Magistrate Liu's method of settling the case. In less than half a day, he not only sorted out the cause and effect, but also directly brought the witness and material evidence to the court!"

"Why is this man so clear?"

"Because I was right in front of you at that time, County Magistrate Liu's judgment of the case is like a god, his eyes are like a knife, and his righteousness is awe-inspiring. I know better than you!"

There are only two people here, one is the people who eat melons on the spot, and the other is also the people who eat melons on the spot.

……

Lao Zhang had something to say on the spot.

The confident old Zhang is holding a note and a board, tapping on the table following the rhythm.

"This Ximen official stubbornly defended himself, guess what?"

"What's the matter?" Everyone asked curiously.

Lao Zhang jumped up against the case, "I saw Magistrate Liu's complexion not changing, sneering again and again, and he just waved his hand, and the officials escorted the butler Ximen and the embarrassing Pan into the court..."

"If you want to know what will happen next, please...add money!"

"add!"

"For County Magistrate Liu, this money must be added!"

……

All these things became more and more violent and spread more and more widely, which made Liu Sheng's reputation continue to increase. If Li Shimin was more democratic, Liu Sheng would definitely be a representative of one party.

It's a pity that Liu Sheng was the only one who was in pain, and he showed that he hadn't laughed since the case was closed.

The system has crashed, and I don't know how many years it will be when it is turned on again.

Young people don't know how good the system is, how much does Chunjiang Huayue know.

That year, there was indeed a girl who fell in love with Liu Sheng.

Miaoyinfang.

Since Liu Sheng left, Qingying, the oiran, has closed the door to see no visitors.

She has been waiting for news from Liu Sheng, but there has been no news from Liu Sheng since yesterday night. It has been nearly three autumns since then, until...

The old bustard twisted her waist with a smile on her face, and opened the door of Qingying's boudoir, "Qingying, Qingying, I have news about Mr. Liu!"

Qingying, who was still sullen at first, instantly beamed with joy, and got up to greet the old bustard:

"Buddhist, Mr. Liu, what happened in Chang'an County?"

The old bustard looked at Qingying, and sighed helplessly, "Mr. Liu Xianggong left yesterday, and you miss him so much. If things go on like this, do you want to continue like this?"

"Buddhist, you should tell the news about Mr. Liu first. Has he done something big and famous again?"

Looking at her expectant eyes, the old bustard hated that iron could not be made into steel, but in the end he couldn't hold her back, let alone being warned by the nobleman last night not to let Qingying pick up any more guests.

She told the story of Liu Sheng in the Chang'an county government today. How dare the procuress, who has always been shy, dare to disobey the nobleman's order, not to mention that she guessed that the nobleman might have something to do with Liu Xianggong.

After listening to the old bustard's narration, Qingying couldn't recover for a long time.

At this time, her admiration for Liu Sheng was even greater than before.

Liu Sheng's birthday celebration poems in the palace had also been circulated, and she was immediately impressed by Liu Sheng. Last night, another poem by Liu Sheng completely conquered her.

The more she knows about Liu Sheng, the more Qing Ying becomes obsessed with Liu Sheng.

When I heard about Liu Sheng before, I was obsessed with his talent, and later his ability.

After last night, she was even more obsessed with Liu Sheng's character and appearance. This man conquered her from the inside out, so her inner restraint began to loosen, and the impulse became even worse.

After being obsessed for a long time, the old bustard sat aside blankly, after all, she couldn't be Sister Li.

"Housewife, you're right!"

After a while, Qingying pursed her lips lightly, her eyes gradually firmed up.

The bustard was astonished and looked confused, what did I say?

Turning her head and looking directly at the bustard, Qingying said without the slightest joke in her tone:
"I really can't go on like this forever."

The bustard nodded subconsciously. You can't pick up the guests, but I still have to keep offering to you. It's too much to think about.

"Buddhist, I want to redeem myself!"

"Redemption?" The bustard was dumbfounded. What kind of operation is this?
Isn't it Liu Xianggong who came to redeem himself?
"If you love someone, so what if you redeem yourself for him, you don't necessarily need Mr. Liu to redeem yourself!"

Qingying thought of something, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

The old bustard looked at her and expressed his incomprehension. Could it be that even if he has a family and married a princess, you still want to fall in love with him?

This is a fruitless love, old girl!
"No, mom, you don't understand love!" Qing Ying gently waved her green fingers, "So what if he has a family, so what if he marries a princess?"

"As long as I can stay by his side, even if I can't marry him, I can only be a maid by his side, and I'm content!"

The old bustard was very surprised, can you hear what I am saying?

"Of course it's impossible!" Qingying held the old bustard's hand tightly, and said in an extremely firm tone, "Please help the bustard!"

The madam's scalp exploded, "You still say you can't?!"

There were tears in the corners of Qingying's eyes, "Buddhist, this is just a matter of heart, which means that we are connected with each other, madam, you should understand my feelings, right?"

"Also ask the bustard to complete it!"

The old bustard looked at the tears in the corner of her eyes, and sighed helplessly but relieved in her heart. She knew that Qingying was really moved.

Why are there tears in her eyes? It's because she loves Mr. Liu so deeply!
Since there is an order from above, she cannot be allowed to pick up guests, and she is not allowed to redeem her body, and Qingying redeemed her body for Liu Sheng, so it shouldn't be considered disobedience, right?
For this Qingying who has become a money-losing product, the old bustard feels reluctant to give up, but he has no choice but to do anything about it. Since the other party is interested, and he is willing, he can reduce expenses and supplies, and earn a lot of money to redeem himself.

The humble old procuress shed tears on the spot, reluctantly fulfilling the oiran who went to freedom for love.