I think this chief clerk was once dragged out by Fu Ciyi to take the blame. If they find out anything now, what if Song Binling uses me as the scapegoat...
Fu Zhengqing ignored him, but when he saw Fu Ciyi's lips moving, he asked, "Is the county magistrate finished speaking?"
"Of course Lu Wenfeng has the final say." The county lieutenant felt sweat on his back.
"You have to go."
What you actually wanted to ask was whether anyone had given you any trouble, but when the words came to your lips, you changed the way you asked.
Seeing that her son had lost his appetite, Lu's mother was also in a bad mood.
The voice is cold.
"Fu Ciyi, does he know what he did wrong?"
Seeing the emperor's handwriting and the huge dragon seal below it, which must be fake, Fu Ciyi's forehead began to sweat. He was afraid that Lord Fu had come here to seek revenge.
Fu Zhengqing raised his hand: "No, Dad."
Even if something was found out, the sudden arrival of an imperial envoy in Ling County was obviously unprepared.
Fu Zhengqing was eating breakfast. I usually only ate one bowl, but today I asked the master to help me serve the seventh bowl.
"Where is the will?"
"It's busy indeed."
Thinking of this, the county lieutenant said, "The county magistrate is neglecting his duties and is now making things difficult for the county magistrate every day. I hope that brother can report this to Lu Wenfeng."
Just a moment ago, some large drawers were pried out.
A woman got out of another car. She was a bystander, the head of Qingshan Town.
"Hmm." Master Fu raised his eyelids lazily, "Would it be nice if my wife went with you?"
But then I thought, Lord Fu slammed the gavel again.
I found myself lying alone on the big bed, and someone's pillow was nowhere to be seen.
You have to see for yourself what your grandfather's will actually says.
"Who has the final say, he or you, Song Binling?" Fu Jiang raised his eyebrows.
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