The God-Level Prodigal Son of the Tang Dynasty

Your village chief? Wei Zheng looked at the old man in front of him curiously.

He has worked with Zhao Chen for so long, so he knows everything about Zhao Chen's house.

But the chair in front of him was clearly made by Zhao Chen.

Wei Zheng still remembered that he and Zhao Chen asked for this chair, but Zhao Chen refused to let go.

I would give this chair to myself no matter what.

But today, Wei Zheng saw this thing thousands of miles away in Lujiang.

The old man in front of him also said that Zhao Chen gave it to their village chief, and their village chief gave it to him.

The emperor was also curious.

Although some of the things in Zhao Chen's house may not be said to be very precious, they can't be bought outside.

Moreover, Zhao Chen would not give things to others easily.

This chair...

Your village chief has been to Chang'an and knows Zhao Chen? the emperor asked the old man in front of him.

The old man seemed to be recalling, frowned, and shook his head and said, The village chief has been to Chang'an, but Zhao Chen you are talking about has never been mentioned by the village chief.

The village chief told us that he had a good life in Chang'an. He came back recently because he wanted to come back and see the village.

Then where is your village chief? the emperor asked.

That's the house at the end of the path. The old man smiled and pointed to the house at the end of the path in front of him.

By the way, did a young man come to your place last time?

About eighteen or nineteen years old. Wei Zheng asked the old man.

Li Chengqian has never returned home, maybe he has stayed here.

Yes, he also went to the village chief's house. I even saw them going out together. The old man nodded.

The emperor and Wei Zheng looked at each other.

At this moment, both of them were extremely curious about the origin of this village chief.

It not only allowed Zhao Chen to give him this chair, but also allowed Li Chengqian to stay here for such a long time.

Is this man really just a small village chief?

The two thanked the old man and went to the house at the end of the path ahead.

Son walked away.

Dang Dang Dang——

Who?

There was a knock on the door, and a slightly older voice came from the house.

Ey-

The slightly decayed door opened, and an old face peeked out.

…

Shopkeeper, we have escaped from Chang'an City for two days, why are they still pursuing us so hard?

On an official road, two people, an old man and a young man, were lying in a mountain col.

In front of them, dozens of people rode fast horses, searching for traces of them.

The day after Huang Zhi was killed by Du He, the people from Wangyou Bookstore who were present that day were silenced.

Fortunately, the shopkeeper of Wangyou Bookstore was more thoughtful and managed to escape with the remaining clerk.

But the pursuit was already in front of them, and they were exhausted at this moment.

He had no choice but to hide in the mountain col, not daring to make any move.

Because they are afraid. They are afraid that their boss will kill them all if they find out about this.

So, they thought of killing us in advance to silence us.

Er Niu, take this thing, it contains some money. When it gets dark later, you can keep running south.

I'll get their attention here.

Ten thousand, ten thousand, bring the news to my boss.

Six lives, we can't let it go like this. The old shopkeeper said to the waiter beside him.

Including Huang Zhi, a total of five people were actually killed.

Six people, actually including the old shopkeeper himself.

Shopkeeper, you go, you go to see the boss, I'll stay here...

What nonsense? You are young and still have a lot of time. I am old and can't run very far.

If you die here, my boss will lose everything

I don’t know, but there really is no one to help us take revenge.

As long as we meet our boss, Du He will definitely pay for us with his life.

Er Niu, you have been with me this year and you have learned everything you need to learn. When Wangyou Bookstore reopens, you can come to my grave and talk to me.

It's best to ask the boss for two more bottles of wine. I'll never forget the taste in my life. The old shopkeeper showed a smile on his face and patted the waiter's shoulder gently.

Tears welled up in the boy's eyes.

But he didn't dare to make any sound.

The sky was getting dark, and the old shopkeeper pushed the waiter on the back, Don't take the official road, leave quickly.

After saying that, the old shopkeeper got up and ran in the direction he came from.

Just a little noise alerted the killer who had been ambushing outside.

They're there, chase them quickly, don't let them get away.

Made, I have been lying in wait all day. If I catch you later, I won't skin you.

Stop and let me kill you.

The killers screamed angrily.

The guy was hiding in the mountain col, watching the people retreating in front of him, then turned around and ran deep into the forest behind him.

He didn't run far when he heard a violent explosion behind him.

The raging fire illuminated the night sky behind him.

…

Zhao Da, the village ahead is the one Li Yuan mentioned.

Li Yuan said that the people in the village are all old, weak, sick and disabled, and Li Yuanji took them in on the road.

Cheng Chumo pointed to the small village ahead.

At this moment, the dusk was falling, making it difficult to see the outline of the village in front.

It's not that Li Yuanji is extremely cruel, why would he still keep the old, weak, sick and disabled? Zhao Chen was a little surprised.

In fact, it's not just him, other people around him feel the same way.

Every time they can hear the cruel past stories about Li Yuanji from their parents' mouths.

But Li Yuan said,

The people in this village are all the old, weak, sick and disabled whom Li Yuanji took in.

When did Li Yuanji change his temper?

Li Yuanji is different from before, not only in temperament, but even in appearance...

If your parents saw Li Yuanji, they would not recognize him at first sight. Li Yuan whispered from behind.

Can't you recognize it?

He must have been disfigured. Cheng Chumo joked.

Li Yuan said nothing.

People who have not seen Li Yuanji with their own eyes cannot imagine what Li Yuanji went through.

Li Yuanji is only in his thirties this year.

But if anyone saw him, they would never believe that he was only in his thirties.

That's the house in front, right? Zhao Chen asked, pointing to the house at the end of the path ahead.

Yes, that's the one! Li Yuan nodded slowly.

…

In a dilapidated little house.

Li Chengqian sat aside, the dim candlelight reflecting on his face.

In front of him, two men sat facing each other.

All afternoon, no one took the initiative to say a word.

Didn't even take a sip of water.

The two just sat like this, looking at each other.

How did you find it? In front of the emperor, the old man with white hair and wrinkled face asked.

It broke the atmosphere that had been frozen all afternoon.

By chance. The emperor said, looking at the person in front of him, a trace of regret flashed in his eyes.

Why...have you become like this? The emperor's voice was choked with sobs.

Isn't this look pretty good? the 'old man' said with a smile, opening his mouth that was missing two front teeth.

Wei Zheng sat at the door of the room and sighed softly in his heart.

He finally understood why the old man on the roadside had the chair in Zhao Chen's house.

The old man behind him is clearly the concierge of Zhao Chen's house - Lao Huang.