The third watch has passed.

Tonight, the clouds are deep, the moon is light, and the sea of ​​stars is sparse. The night wind is blowing up the spring leaves in the dense forest, making them look more and more like the forest roads outside Xiaojin Valley are deep and winding, with an uncertain future.

On the luxurious carriage of Pingzhang Mansion, the wind lantern was like a bean, faintly swaying, and accompanied by the sound of horse hooves, it drove on the familiar road to West Lake Xiaozhu, followed closely by several elite soldiers on horseback.

After a night of sensuality, Jia Ping was a little drunk. He sat leaning on the cushions of the carriage. When the boy next to him finished serving him, Song Quan, who came to take him back home, glanced at the boy. The latter

Immediately and with great discernment, he exited the carriage and sat down with the groom.

Song Quan hurriedly told in a low voice the details of Mrs. Changyi's return to the Luo family with the young master.

One corner of the window pane was open, letting in the night breeze, and the warm and cool feeling made Jia Ping lazily close his eyes.

His face was red from the alcohol, but his expression was indifferent. He hummed lightly from time to time, not knowing whether he was responding to Song Quan's words, or whether it was just the occasional bumps on the mountain road that made him uncomfortable.

"Did Madam finally send someone to report the case to Dali Temple?" After hearing what Song Quan said, Jia Ping asked slowly.

Early in the morning, the servant discovered Ah Qiao's body and came to report the incident in panic. It had been a troubled time recently. Mrs. Hu originally did not want to publicize the matter, but Luo Yunqin insisted on going to Dali Temple to report the case. Jia Ping was so angry that he left Pingzhang with a flick of his sleeves.

He left the house and went away happily.

Song Quan hesitated and said: "Yes! I asked specifically before I came here. It is said that Ah Qiao did have his neck broken and died, not accidentally fell to death!" Thinking of that cute and lovely girl.

, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful in his heart.

Jia Ping snorted coldly, then continued to sleep with his head tilted indifferently.

"All the chaotic people in the house have left in the past two days. It should have calmed down for a while, but today such a public case has appeared again, which is really disturbing!"

Song Quan sighed, and suddenly he seemed to have thought of something else. He leaned forward and said, "I heard some gossip in the pavilion today - they said that Ah Qiao had always been in love with Zhao Chonghuan!"

"What?" Jia Ping suddenly opened his eyes and squinted at him, with a ridiculous look on his face, "Zhao Chong is actually a daughter, and she still loves him? Isn't it ridiculous?"

"I find it incredible even for this villain!" Song Quan laughed, "Besides, Zhao Chonghuan's manly face is really ugly, and Ah Qiao's preference is too ------"

Jia Ping rolled up his sleeves, his mocking laughter leaked through the window pane, and then there was an ambiguous and deep meaning in his eyes.

"Don't blame her for putting on such an ugly face for herself. With her beauty behind the mask, she is definitely going to cause trouble!"

He thought of the hunger and thirst that he could not help but feel in his heart when he first saw Zhao Zhonghuan's true appearance yesterday, as if a wild beast was coming out of the trap and he couldn't restrain it.

Even if he spent the whole day with those beauties in Xiaojingu, he still couldn't calm down the indescribable turmoil in his body and mind.

"She is indeed a rare beauty!"

Song Quan naturally understood his master's thoughts, but now Zhao Chonghuan's identity was no longer possible.

He stepped forward and squeezed Jia Ping's arm, and said with regret, "It's such a pity!"

Jia Ping glanced at him and pretended to kick him: "How dare you amuse me and me?"

Song Quan's legs softened and he knelt down with a fawning look on his face. He smiled and bowed to beg for mercy: "My lord, how dare you, this little man!" After saying that, he quickly came up and continued to pinch Jia Ping's legs.

While pinching, his eyes became a little insulting.

He said confidently: "You don't have to be angry! It's not a pity! Think about it, Zhao Zhonghuan was originally a female prostitute who grew up in a Taoist temple. We dare not blaspheme the immortals and gods! But after she came down from the mountain, she still remained Following men everywhere is not just nonsense, her innocence is still there——"

In this carriage, before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped and his whole body seemed to freeze. Then he fell straight back and hit the floor of the carriage with a "plop".

Japington, who was squinting his eyes, was startled. He opened his eyes and immediately raised his leg to give him a rude kick.

"Why did you suddenly stand upright when you were so good? Get up!"

But before he could react, he heard the screams of the young men outside the carriage, but the sound was silenced in the blink of an eye.

Jia Ping's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and he became angry. Huo Yiyi pushed the car window and shouted angrily: "It's the middle of the night, you guys are screaming so much——"

As he spoke, he heard a sudden "whoosh" sound, and a cold light flew past his eyes unexpectedly. Then he saw a strange-shaped dart stuck firmly on the window pane beside his ear. The trembling whistling wind was like a slap on his face, making him feel cold and frightened.

"Where did the thief come from? He didn't even look at whose carriage this was!"

The situation before him made Jia Ping gasp involuntarily, his heart pounding, but he still suppressed his fear and angrily yelled at his guards, "Quick, hurry up! Tie up the thieves, don't let them escape." !”

However, the retinue following the carriage made no movement, and even the boy driving the carriage made no sound. Only the carriage driver looked panicked and controlled the restless horses.

Seeing this, Jia Ping became even more nervous and anxious, and quickly leaned back to see what was going on——

The rest of the entourage following behind seemed to be in a state of dementia at the moment. They just sat quietly on the horse and followed the horse's footsteps, seemingly unaware of the situation in front of them.

For a moment, the moonlight faded on the secluded forest path, and the night wind blew. Except for the movement of the grooms shouting at the horses in a panic, there was no sound or ripples.

The silence was suffocating, and it caused Jia Ping's face to intersect with innocence and change several times.

He couldn't help but think about a series of things that happened around him recently. An ominous chill suddenly shot out from his heart. In an instant, it crawled across his back like a cold poisonous snake, invading his limbs and bones without saying a word, soaking through his body. The blood and bones made the whole body wake up instantly from the drunkenness.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to calm himself, and then he pulled out the dart from the window pane and threw it fiercely into the empty dark night——

"It doesn't matter whether you are a bandit or a monster from the mountains and forests, if you dare to touch my Pingzhang Mansion, don't even look at me to see if you have the guts!"

He slapped the window pane with force and threatened, while shouting loudly, "Axiang, what are you doing standing there in such a daze? Hurry up and go back home. I'm tired!"

The groom responded gruntingly, swinging his whip as hard as he could.

The horse was in pain, and immediately raised its hooves and ran forward with all its might.

But before they had run more than ten feet, the front legs of the two horses pulling the cart suddenly turned for some unknown reason, staggered, and their entire bodies fell down.

The carriage also tilted following the bumps. Before the coachman had time to react, the carriage that was still running rapidly immediately rushed forward violently with the inertia of the horses falling to the ground——

In the blink of an eye, I saw Pingzhang's luxurious carriage crashing into a big tree on one side without any surprise. There was a loud "clang, clang" and it collapsed to the ground. Jia Ping's loud and angry screams and roars came from the carriage. ------

The groom with a bloody face rushed over and rescued Jia Ping, who was also bruised and bruised from the fall in the carriage.

When the master and servant got up with a groan, they turned around and found three black shadows standing quietly on the dense forest path in front of them.

There, the three of them approached step by step.

The flames rolled out by the smashed wind lantern burned fiercely, reflecting the shadow of the visitor, as if a pool of moist, dark water spread infinitely and invaded -

"You, you--"

As the three shadows approached, Jia Ping, who was in unbearable pain all over his body, was shocked and frightened, but he still managed to stutter and scolded, "You are so bold, aren't you? Lin'an Mansion, under the Emperor's feet, how dare you rob Pingzhang Mansion's carriage?"

, do you not want to live anymore------"

Upon hearing this, the three of them stopped. The leader in the middle stood with his hands behind his hands, watching in silence.

This man has a slender and handsome figure, with a black scarf covering his face. His eyes are like a deep pool that has not wavered for many years. He stares directly at the master and servant who are staggering and relying on each other beside the carriage. It seems to be mixed with the coldness of the stars in the dark night.

People are soaked in cold.

Seeing that they were still silent, Jia Ping became more and more angry and frightened. He immediately threw away the groom and ran back in a panic.

Soon he grabbed a bay-red horse that was following, and mercilessly pulled off the stupid attendant who seemed to have been possessed by a poison. He turned over and tried to get on the horse, but in an instant he felt as if something was entangled around his ankles.

It's so big that I can't lift it up no matter what.

He lowered his head in panic, and saw that a thick and long whip had tightly wrapped around his right ankle, and he couldn't shake it off no matter how hard he tried------

A man in black on the other side suddenly exerted force, and Japington fell heavily from the side of the horse to the ground.

"The audacious thief dares to be so rude to Mr. Pingzhang. He really doesn't know whether to live or die. If he is caught by me, I will cut you into pieces and kill the nine tribes." He tried to get up in embarrassment, but what happened?

I can't break free from the whip.

"Since Mr. Ping has such strength, he should think of how to save himself!"

The leading man in black suddenly spoke, his voice as cold as his eyes.

"As for robbing the young master of Pingzhang Mansion, we are really not as courageous as your mansion. After all, Pingzhang Mansion has the real ability to rob and kill the Lord of Jiayun County of Prince Rong Mansion!"

Jia Ping, who was paralyzed on the ground, was immediately frightened when he heard this. He refuted loudly: "You guys don't want to slander anyone! What kind of robbery and murder of the Lord of Jiayun County------"

Before he could finish shouting, he was horrified to find that his lips and tongue were moving in vain, but he could not make any sound.

Then Jia Ping felt his ankle loosen, and the whip suddenly swam like a long snake. Then he picked up the jade pendant on his waist and pulled it off with a "swish".

Just before his eyes, he saw the jade pendant falling into the hands of the leader. Without even looking at it, the leader turned around and threw the jade pendant towards the groom.

The groom, who was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, hurriedly caught it.

"Take this and go back!" the man in black said lightly, "I'll tell you, Mrs. Pingzhang, to trade Pei Bujian for your husband Ping!"

"Pei Bujian? Who is that?"

Jia Ping was confused and became more and more angry. He crawled on the ground and wanted to rush over and ask questions.

"Who is Pei Bujian? And what does it have to do with my mother?"

But before he could get close, the whip holder immediately wrapped his waist and arms with the whip, and another man in black also jumped up quickly, not allowing him to struggle, and immediately took out a net and tied him tightly.

"Mr. Ping's skin is delicate and tender, don't hurt yourself by struggling, otherwise Jia Pingzhang and his wife will blame us for being vulgar!" the man in black who tied him mocked.

Jia Ping's struggling movements paused.
Chapter completed!