Chapter 572 Sleeves (66)

Mo Anan looked at the man kneeling on the ground, and after a while, he finally said, "Mr. Qiao, get up first!"

Qiao Gejiao raised his head, thinking that she had some scruples.

He still has the letter written by Yeats in his hand!

Thinking of this, I felt relieved, "Thank you, sir." He got up and sat on the stool, and asked again: "I wonder when the villain can leave?"

In the dark night, the silence is terrifying.

Mo An'an sneered in his heart and didn't answer.

Secretly thought of an idiot, this Qiao Gejiao was still lucky.

She wasn't in a hurry, and today's show wasn't for Jogo.

He casually fiddled with the tea cover, and occasionally glanced past him.

To be honest, it doesn't really matter whether Qiao Ge sticks to it or not.

She believed that there were many people in the next room eager to speak.

Slowly, Qiao Gejiao began to sweat on his forehead, as if something was squeezing the space... Finally, Qiao Gejiao knelt down on the ground with a "plop", crawled forward, and reached out to hug Mo Anan's legs .

Mo An'an's cold eyes fixed him in place.

Qiao Gejiao didn't dare to move again, "Master Ye, I confess, I confess..." After saying this, he only felt the pressure drop suddenly, and he sat down on the ground in an instant.

With a wry smile, he couldn't accuse Mo An'an of breaking his promise.

Just like a soldier or a thief, would a soldier trust a thief?
"What does your lord want to know?"

Mo Anan put down the teacup, "What does Mr. Qiao know?"

Qiao Gejiao nodded and began to speak slowly, "Let me tell you about this Laizhou first. From top to bottom in this Laizhou officialdom, everyone knows what I do, and everyone has received people's fat..."

Qiao Gejiao's speech was not in a hurry, but Mo An'an suddenly interrupted: "Who is behind Qing Shengsheng?"

"Fu Wang..." After finishing speaking, Qiao Gejiao looked at Mo An'an in horror, wanting to deny and turn around, but when he met Mo An'an's eyes, he was left with panic and helplessness, "You, you already knew ?”

Mo Anan raised his eyebrows, "King Bolan Fu?" His eyes were a little strange, and he said after a while, "It was just a random guess."

In fact, the guess in her mind was not this.

Qiao Gejiao said with a wry smile: "You guess right! You are so lucky!"

Mo An'an shook his head, "It's not all due to luck. From the very beginning, I have always had doubts in my heart."

"The appearance of private salt is not uncommon. Not to mention the current dynasty, even the previous dynasty, it was banned repeatedly... But I have never seen someone as arrogant as you! You are not only courageous, but also too powerful, not only in the palace. , even those aristocratic families with eyes on top of their heads are deeply involved with you..."

"The relationship between you and the family seems to have started when you were weak, which makes me feel very strange!"

Daqi's private salt has existed for a long time, but at the beginning it was just a mess... It was integrated by someone inadvertently, and when everyone found out, there was nothing they could do!
When Mo Anan investigated, he found that during the integration of this interest group, and until now, there are traces of the family.

Although the family loves money, they love feathers.

Getting a white glove is nothing out of the ordinary.

But that doesn't seem to be the case.

She guessed wrong, the person behind it was not the aristocratic family, but King Fu!

Qiao Gejiao wanted to die when he heard the words, but he had already talked about this point, and he obviously couldn't tolerate half-heartedness...

(End of this chapter)

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