If you encounter someone heartless, or someone who has no family in their hometown, then you're truly doomed.
Under the dual impact of the financial loss and the loss of her travel documents, people completely forgave the lovely girl.
Qi Yuan stepped forward, took out a gold ingot, and stuffed it into the hand of the patrol leader.
"Brother, you've worked hard."
Another ingot of gold.
This family is really wealthy.
Could you give me one too? It's hard enough for me to just watch the show from the sidelines, okay?
The old man glanced at the group of people discreetly.
That rich young lady seems a bit dim-witted.
The gentleman was refined and seemed to be a butler.
Three guards who looked respectable...
It should be fine.
He stepped aside and said, "Well... you guys look for it."
The hands hidden in the sleeves clenched tightly.
Cao Gu had only just arrived in Luoyang when someone vandalized his shop; it must have been just a coincidence.
He really wanted to refuse these people, but he was just an ordinary citizen.
What reasons are there to firmly refuse?
But with only a few people, it's unlikely they'll find anything.
Qi Yuan and two imperial guards disguised as bodyguards made their move together, while Murong Yue stood there with her arms crossed, looking delicate and charming.
They would occasionally sidle up and point.
fine.
As expected, these people didn't find anything.
The old man had just breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qi Yuan pull a small package out of the flour box.
Upon opening it, they found that it contained Murong Yue's official documents.
ha!
"I meant I fell here."
"Hehe, you guys are so nice, you even helped me put it away."
Murong Yue happily held the official document.
Those around them looked on with regret.
Such a pretty girl, how come she's not very bright?
You just said you lost the document. If the old man really found it, he should have taken it out by now.
Instead of waiting for others to find it.
It's obvious he doesn't want to give it to you.
If the old man says he didn't find it himself, how do you explain the document being in the flour bin?
The old man and the old woman looked at each other again.
This time it's like mud falling into your pants; even if it's not poop, it's still poop, and there's no way to explain it.
They also realized that they had been framed.
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