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Tian Jiguang picked up Yin Xiao at the entrance of the venue.

When he saw Yin Xiao, his legs became weak, and now that Song Huiyue was away, only Yin Xiao, who looked like a ghost, came, which made him want to walk against the wall even more, and his feet felt numb.

The same is true of the other younger brothers. Seeing Yin Xiao's aura will be eight points weaker, and seeing him coming alone, which obviously represents Song Huiyue's meaning, so they all stood respectfully on both sides and said "Hello Brother Xiao."

Sitting in the miscellaneous room, He Jianghuai was indeed a little "loose".

His figure was still burly, but his mind was in a state of uncertainty, scattered into a ball, difficult to gather.

He Xiaobao's death left an indelible shadow on him. Before the shadow was over, the others drew and traced on the shadow, thinking that no matter how bad He Xiaobao was, he would not be guilty of death. It's outrageous.

As soon as He Jianghuai went out, he had to bear the criticism of others. The children in the family hid when they saw him. There was only one girl left, who was just able to walk and wanted him to hug her.

Yin Xiao went straight into the room, looked He Jianghuai up and down, He Jianghuai stood up, and said with a smile, "What's your order?"

Yin Xiao untied the warm hat and put it on the table, turned his right wrist, and swung a punch, knocking the unsuspecting He Jianghuai to the ground, and then his fists rained down.

Tian Jiguang and the others stood at the door, not daring to speak, listening to He Jianghuai's forcibly suppressed wailing in trepidation.

Yin Xiao carried out Song Huiyue's instructions, and knocked and hit He Jianghuai again and again. He Jianghuai tried to get up and fight back again and again, but failed, and finally fell to the ground in great pain.

When Yin Xiao stopped, Tian Jiguang, who was not good at observing words and expressions, rushed in and helped He Jianghuai up to sit down, but he didn't dare to speak.

He Jianghuai was so angry that he spit out a mouthful of blood, and said angrily, "My lady hasn't even touched a single finger of mine. What kind of rule of heaven have I violated to make you do it so ruthlessly?"

Yin Xiao looked at him condescendingly: "You have made too many mistakes this year, starting today, there is no chance to make any more mistakes."

He Jianghuai's heart froze, and he understood that Song Huiyue was using Yin Xiao's hand to reprimand him, and at the same time let others understand who is in charge of the underground debate in Dingzhou.

It wasn't him, He Jianghuai, but the eldest lady who seldom showed up.

If he continues to be lazy, what awaits him will be the merciless punishment of the eldest lady, and the executioner is Yin Xiao, who can't even intercede with his good brother Jun.

At the same time, he suddenly remembered that the number of appearances of Li Jun in the discussion room was decreasing, and Song Huiyue was quietly separating the two brothers, lest they join forces to cause her rebellion.

He Jianghuai wiped the blood from his nose and said nothing.

Tian Jiguang really wanted to say a few words, to plead with He Jianghuai, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he saw Yin Xiao's eyes looking over sharply, which made him tremble in fright, and he didn't dare to say a word out of his mouth.

Yin Xiao put on the warm hat, and suddenly the sound of horseshoes came galloping outside. He waved his hand, slid out a sharp knife, and strode out.

What came galloping was the whistle placed in the city of Dingzhou. The whistle slapped the yellow-flowered horse, and the whole person almost fell off the horse's back. Unable to stop, he rushed forward several steps before stopping.

He turned over and rolled off the horse, panting and grabbing the patrolling people who surrounded him, his head was full of heat.

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head and glanced at Yin Xiao and the others who came out. Before he had time to think about why He Jianghuai was covered in bags, he said in a low voice, "The official is here, and it will arrive in a quarter of an hour at most."

After being beaten up by Yin Xiao, He Jianghuai's slack soul did not dare to continue to slack off. He regained his energy and immediately asked, "So suddenly, where did the news come from?"

The whistle quickly said: "I saw the Hengban and Kuaiban officers gathered at the gate of the magistrate's yamen, and heard some people complaining about smuggling goods in the underground market. Before that, there was no news."

"Something went wrong with the person who bought it," He Jianghuai subconsciously looked at Yin Xiao: "Going down to the cellar?"

Yin Xiao shook his head and looked at the most familiar Tian Jiguang without hesitation: "The visitor is not kind, you take the merchants to the north, walk to the commercial road of Xia Kingdom, stop near the city camp, and I will pick you up."

Tian Jiguang nodded quickly.

He remembered the city camp, but he never thought of taking the merchants in this direction—the vicinity of the city camp was very dangerous, and he might be shot at any time.

But what Yin Xiao said was as reliable as what he did. He told them to go east, even if there were mountains of swords and seas of fire to the east, they believed that they would be rescued.

"Let's go now," Yin Xiao looked at He Jianghuai, "you and I stay."

Tian Jiguang turned around and left, and quickly took away the merchants and horses with his younger brothers. The group of people quickly disappeared in the cool wind, and in the end they could not even hear the sound of horseshoes.

Only He Jianghuai and Yin Xiao were left in the discussion room.

Yin Xiao strode into the business hall, opened the drawer of the miscellaneous room, stretched out two long arms, took out all the documents inside, and threw them all to He Jianghuai: "Burn it."

Documents are burned once every three months, which is when the discussion market is booming, and the accumulated documents in three months are half the height of a person. He Jianghuai immediately divides the documents into several parts and throws them back and forth into each charcoal basin. As long as the Mid-Autumn Festival is over, several large copper braziers will be lit, and the documents will be burned in the braziers, and the whole discussion field will become smoky, with floating paper ashes everywhere.

He Jianghuai let black and gray cover his face, even his two nostrils were black, and his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, making him look very embarrassed.

He didn't care about his embarrassment, he just kept burning, anxious in his heart, and was afraid that time would be too late—two quarters of an hour in his mind, it seemed to be on fire for a short time.

The government occasionally took actions against smuggling. They worked their way up and down, and each time they got the news in advance and hid the things. Only this time, they didn't get any news.

The visitor is not good.

They must not fall into the yamen, especially these documents, which have the detailed names and transaction status of the merchants, plus the guarantee of the underground negotiating market, are enough for the government to catch them all.

The paper dust made He Jianghuai's vision dim, he ran as fast as he could, distributed the documents to each copper brazier, and looked at Yin Xiao from the corner of his eye.

Yin Xiao was not idle, he opened the cellar, searched out all the things with personal traces in the miscellaneous room and burned them - there were signed folding fans, clothes with embroidered names, notebooks with Song Huiyue's handwriting, there were many and miscellaneous .

He searched very carefully, and no action was superfluous. After he burned everything, there was still a small pile of He Jianghuai's papers that had not been burned.

The sound of horseshoes had already been heard along the wind, and He Jianghuai's heart was pounding, his body was covered in sweat, and his hands began to tremble.

Yin Xiao snatched the thirty or so unfinished documents, stuffed them into his bosom, picked up the bucket, and poured them into the charcoal basin.

Black ash and heat steamed up, and every charcoal basin was baptized.

"Turn off the fire!"

He Jianghuai immediately stepped forward and extinguished the wick in the oil lamp, Yin Xiao also extinguished the candle, and finally carried away Samantabhadra Bodhisattva who was placed on the small table in the hall.

The two of them had no horses, and the official post was close at hand. He Jianghuai felt that he was unable to fly, and his heart almost jumped out of his chest.