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Chapter 130 The most indispensable thing in Zhen Guogong's mansion is genius

Township government.

In a small and dark room, Jing Huarong sat on a stool with a livid face.

At this time, the door of the room was opened, and the sunlight came in from the outside.

His eyes suddenly felt a strong light, and he felt a little uncomfortable, so he closed his eyes.

When I felt that my eyes could adapt, I slowly opened them.

The little maid who opened the door and came in couldn't help but blush when she saw Jing Huarong.

The sun shining on Shizi's face is really beautiful.

Her skin was like fine suet white jade, and her eyelashes were longer than those of this woman.

But he slowly raised his head, looked at the little maid, his eyes rolled with misery, completely destroying this sense of beauty.

Ben looks like a jade in Mo Shangren, and his son is unparalleled in the world, but his eyes are like hell demons.

The little maid flinched from her forward steps, but then she bravely stepped into the small black room and said in a low voice.

"My lord, my lord please go over."

Jing Huarong raised her head and glanced at the little servant girl, and she felt her hair trembling.

Only then did he tidy up his clothes and walked out.

Seeing Jing Huarong's leaving back, the little maid slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

Shizi's eyes were too terrifying, as if he was going to tear her apart and eat her in the next second.

The little maid patted her chest, and then quickly left the dark room.

Jing Huarong walked all the way to her grandfather's study, and knocked on the door.

Soon there came the Old Town Duke's voice, although he was a little old, but still full of spirit.

"Come in."

Jing Huarong pushed the door open and went in, only to see his grandfather sitting at the desk.

He walked over and said, "Grandpa,"

Duke Zhen looked at his grandson, and the first thing he said was: "Do you realize your mistake?"

Jing Huarong nodded: "Yes."

Lord Zhen Guo looked at him like this, and began to teach him how to carry forward the Duke of Zhen's mansion.

"You have to remember that since you have done it, you must do it absolutely, and you must not let anyone catch you."

"Qi Bu and Chen Lianghan will be executed soon."

"Next time, if you are still so reckless and thoughtless in doing things, you don't have to be the son of the Duke of the Town. The most important thing that the Duke of the Town lacks is heirs, do you understand?"

Jing Huarong was taken aback, he didn't expect his grandfather to change his heir.

He nodded on his face, and told Zhen Guogong that he would never have such a situation happen again next time.

Lord Zhen waved his hand and let him go down.

Jing Huarong walked, bathed in golden sun, but her whole body felt like falling into an ice cave.

Even if Grandpa doesn't make a move this time, so what if Jiang Zhao knows that he is the mastermind behind it?
She is a sixth-rank editor, how can she still treat herself as the son of the Duke of Zhenguo?

But grandpa was too ruthless, and I grew up under his care and upbringing.

It's just that he messed up a few things, and he actually wants to replace the heir of the Duke of Zhenguo's mansion.

When Jing Huarong returned to her yard, the first thing she did was to find out who told her grandfather about it.

During the few days of confinement in Jing Huarong's prison, the book boy found out early, so when Jing Huarong asked, he replied.

"Bing Shizi, it was the concierge Lao Hu who told the father-in-law."

"Go and bring Lao Hu here."

Jing Huarong closed his eyes so that people could not see his expression clearly.

The book boy led the order, and soon brought up the trembling old Hu.

"Old Hu has seen the prince."

Lao Hu looked at Jing Huarong's face, and saluted cautiously.

Jing Huarong opened his eyes, with a half-smile on his face.

"Old Hu, this son has treated you well, why did you report this matter to Grandpa?"

I think that day, after Lao Hu brought Qi Bu down, he asked his book boy to give Lao Hu 50 taels as his hush money.

Unexpectedly, this old Hu sold himself in a blink of an eye, and told Duke Zhen about Qi Bulai's residence.

After a little investigation, Lord Zhen found out all the things he had done during these days.

Immediately afterwards, they sent someone to the prison in Dali Temple to warn the two that they must not tell anyone Jing Huarong's name, otherwise their family would be able to be companions on Huangquan Road together.

So no matter how Jiang Zhao tortured that day, neither of them would talk about it.

It's not that as long as they say it, Jiang Zhao can immediately do something to the government of the town.

It's just that Lao Zhen Guogong has always been cautious, and he will never allow himself to be caught by anyone.

This is also one of the reasons why the Zhenguo government can be inherited from the generation of the founding emperor to the present.

If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Zhao's family is in the thick of it now, if she was killed for a while, it would probably cause a lot of controversy.

Although the town government is not afraid of controversy, the accumulation of small incidents will surely become the trigger for major incidents in the future.

So Lord Zhen can still allow Jiang Zhao to jump around for a while.

As for Lao Hu, under Jing Huarong's questioning, he became even more trembling.

He immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "It is the father-in-law who asked me to report to him all the names of people who came to find you."

"Grandpa ordered, I don't dare not to do it, so I ask my son to spare me this time."

While kowtow, while begging for mercy.

He kowtowed very sincerely, but after three or two kowtows, a red mark appeared on his head very quickly.

Jing Huarong just watched coldly and did not stop him.

He belongs to his grandfather, so he can't do anything to him, but it's okay to make him suffer.

The sound of Lao Hu's kowtow echoed in the room.

If you knock it down again, you will probably have a concussion.

Jing Huarong finally opened his mouth: "Get up."

Lao Hu stood up slowly from the ground, a little wobbly.

His head was swollen like a pig's head.

Jing Huarong waved his hand impatiently, telling him to go down quickly.

Standing here with such a ghostly appearance almost stained his eyes.

Old Hu staggered back, because his mind was not clear enough, he accidentally bumped into the door frame when he went out.

That sound made the little book boy beside Jing Huarong feel distressed for him.

And Jing Huarong had already sat down, thinking about how to deal with Jiang Zhao next.

Jiang Zhao has now entered the emperor's line of sight, and has obtained the conformity, so he can enter and leave the palace at will.

It seems that those little tricks before can't do anything to her.

And before Qi Bu and Chen Lianghan died, it was difficult for him to do anything.

Rabbits can bite people when they are in a hurry, Jing Huarong understands this truth.

But Jiang Zhao had to die. If it wasn't for her, she would have been among the top three in the palace examination.

It is not enough to be a good scholar in the Hanlin Academy.

Let grandpa lose a lot of trust in himself.

If he misses again, Jing Huarong believes that his grandfather can really abolish his position as the son.

After all, what the Duke of Zhen's government lacked most was geniuses. Several boys from the family of the third and fourth uncles had made great achievements on the battlefield.

If it weren't for the government of Zhen Guo who needed a stable position as a civil servant, this son would not be in his turn.

(End of this chapter)