Smiling Under Lanter Chapter 127 - 72: A Night with Secrets4

Chapter 127: Chapter 72: A Night with Secrets_4

One hundred taels, just enough to buy that long-coveted shop on Que’er Street and to settle the current turmoil at ho.

Lu Qian asked, "Uncle?"

Liu Kun shuddered and blurted out, "Qian, stay tonight, the governnt officers are everywhere outside."

"Then I really can’t stay, Uncle. If I’m discovered here, you all will be implicated too."

As he spoke, he attempted to leave, but Liu Kun grabbed him.

Lu Qian looked at him with confusion as Liu Kun swallowed his saliva, "You’ve been hiding and dodging outside these past few days, I reckon you haven’t had a decent al. Who knows when things will settle down if you leave now. Wait here, I’ll have your aunt make a bowl of eel noodle for you. Eat first, then go."

Unable to refuse Liu Kun, Lu Qian could only agree to stay a mont longer. Wang Chunchi was hurriedly called by Liu Kun to cook the noodles, feeling particularly displeased as she muttered, "He’s a fugitive! And you still make noodles for him, you’re not afraid of getting into trouble, but I am!"

Liu Kun’s gaze flickered, "Yes, he is a fugitive."

He was also the ticket to getting them through this tough ti.

Before long, Liu Kun placed the steaming bowl of noodles in front of Lu Qian, who picked up his chopsticks and devoured the al, smiling at him between bites, "After all these years, Auntie’s cooking still tastes the sa."

Liu Kun smiled along, but as he raised his head again, Lu Qian’s had slumped into his arm—Liu Kun had put enough sleeping powder in the bowl to knock out even the largest elephant.

Under the dim light, half of Liu Kun’s face was shrouded in shadow and devoid of expression as he watched the young man’s sleeping features. He thought, Lu Qian had offended those at the Grand Preceptor’s Mansion, it was only a matter of ti before he died. Rather than dying obscurely at another’s hands, it was better to pass through his own hands, at least that way he could contribute sothing to his family.

A life, for one hundred taels of silver, enough to rent the noodle shop on Que’er Street.

And that "evidence