"I also have a few acquaintances in Jiangzhou. I have already heard about you being beaten."
Yan Gong sighed and said coldly: "You are a descendant of our aristocratic family in the capital. Although your Zhao family is only a third-rate aristocratic family, you are not someone who can be bullied by those country bumpkins from other places. Although you were the one who was beaten, if you find this situation,
If you don’t come back, all of us will be embarrassed along with you!”
Zhao Junfeng was so ashamed that he said, "Young Master Gong, I'm sorry, I've embarrassed everyone."
Yan Gongdao: "It's not shameful to be beaten. After all, Jiangzhou is someone else's territory. Whether we can regain our place is the most important question now. I want to ask you, how do you plan to regain this place?"
Zhao Junfeng gritted his teeth and said: "I plan to contact the desperadoes who work for our Zhao family and take his life!"
"Very good. I'm relieved if you have this idea. But as far as I know, Qin Changsheng is quite capable. To be on the safe side, I can arrange two people for you."
"Really? Young Master Gong, you are so kind to me!"
Zhao Junfeng was surprised and happy, and was moved to pieces.
"Although we have little contact, we are all a family. When encountering this kind of thing, of course we must act unanimously to maintain the dignity of our children in the capital. You don't have to be polite to me. When I deal with Qin Changsheng, I will treat you to a drink when he comes back.
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"Okay, don't worry, Young Master Gong, I will definitely cut that kid into pieces!"
Zhao Junfeng nodded vigorously and gritted his teeth.
Yan Gong turned around and said: "But our Yan family has been a little sensitive recently. You should also understand that the matter that I helped you should not be disclosed to anyone. You know, if anyone knows that I arranged for those two people to give you, you
Just give me eye drops."
Zhao Junfeng clapped his chest hard and promised: "I understand, Mr. Gong, even if I were beaten to death, I would not tell a third person about this matter! If one day you hear someone mention this matter, and kill me directly, I will have no complaints."
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"That's good. Let me just say this for now. I will contact you when my people pass."
Yan Gong nodded with satisfaction and hung up the phone.
"Hey, you idiot, I really think I take him seriously."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Gong couldn't help but snort, with a mocking look on his face.
Behind him, a middle-aged man stood and said with a smile: "Young Master Gong, your hands are not bloody. It is really clever to use Zhao Junfeng's hands to deal with that Qin Changsheng."
Yan Gong sneered and said: "That Qin Changsheng is too arrogant. He took the Xiahou family's property and refused to cooperate with us. This is because he does not take our Yan family seriously."
"I don't care about the market in Jinling, but Qin Changsheng must pay the price for his arrogance. The Qin family's attitude towards this illegitimate son is ambiguous, so I have to do it myself. It's a coincidence. This Zhao Junfeng is such a coincidence.
If I have a conflict with Qin Changsheng at this time, then I will lend his hand to kill Qin Changsheng, so that even if the Qin family really has to settle the score for this illegitimate son Qiu Hou, it will not be on my head."
Yan Gong smiled faintly, giving off a feeling that there was a gap in his chest and that everything was being calculated.
The middle-aged man nodded and added: "It's just that this Qin Changsheng is so powerful that even Lei Yuankui, who is as famous as the head of the family, was defeated by him. Ordinary people may not be his opponents."
"Lei Yuankui and Wan Qili are just two people at the bottom of the Qijue. How can they be compared with my little grandpa?"
Yan Gong snorted arrogantly and said: "I also know that this Qin Changsheng has some abilities, so I plan to send the two ghosts of Netherworld to assist Zhao Junfeng. With the two of them taking action, it is almost certain to kill Qin Changsheng."
"Are you planning to send the two Nether Ghosts out?"
The middle-aged man was surprised and said: "The two ghosts of Netherworld have been the master's sparring partners over the years. In the past few years, they were even able to join forces to have a 50-50 fight with the master. It was not until the past few years that the young master quietly broke through.
Only when they reach the sixth rank and become a Martial Emperor, they are no match for the young master."
If someone were here, they would probably be so shocked that their eyes would pop out when they heard the middle-aged man's words.
The grades of warriors are divided into: first-grade warrior, second-grade martial artist, third-grade great martial artist, fourth-grade grandmaster, and fifth-grade grandmaster.
The seven masters of the ancient martial arts world, including Wan Qili, Lei Yuankui, and the head of the Yan family, Yan Lingyun, the young grandfather of Yan Palace, are all at the level of fifth-grade grand masters.
The fifth-grade grandmaster has been among the people with the highest cultivation levels in the ancient martial arts world for a long time.
Everyone thinks that Yan Lingyun is the most promising person to break through to the sixth level, but everyone speculates that his breakthrough may take several years.
But now listening to the middle-aged man's words, Yan Lingyun has broken through to the sixth level and reached the transcendent realm of the Martial Emperor!
If he can be a sparring partner with a strong man like Yan Lingyun, how strong should the two ghosts of Netherworld they call him be?
"That's why I have the confidence to let Qin Chang live and die without a burial place and pay the price for his arrogance!"
Yan Gong looked at the middle-aged man and smiled coldly.
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At seven o'clock in the evening, Qin Changsheng appeared at Xiahou's house.
"Mr. Qin."
"Mr. Qin."
Most of the bodyguards and servants hired by the Xiahou family have been dismissed and have been taken over by people sent by Zhu Yeqing.
The ones who are mainly responsible for An Lan's life safety and controlling An Lan's life freedom in disguise are those women who seem to be no weaker than men.
Qin Changsheng nodded lightly, walked inside without stopping, and asked, "How is An Lan's situation?"
One of the women followed her and replied: "Mrs. An has suddenly become seriously ill since noon. She has a high fever and her limbs are weak. She is now resting in bed."
"Okay, I get it."
Qin Changsheng nodded, walked straight into the villa, and came to the bedroom where An Lan was resting.
This bedroom was where An Lan slept most of the time after marrying into Xiahou's family. It was where she and Xiahou Mingyi rested together.
But now, the actual owner of this house, including this bedroom, has become Qin Changsheng.
An Lan was lying on the bed, covered with a thin goose down quilt. Her face was pale, her forehead was sweating, and her breathing was weak and intermittent.
A delicate and beautiful young woman, although she is sick, she still has a kind of morbid beauty.
Hearing the footsteps approaching, An Lan opened his eyes with difficulty and saw that it was Qin Changsheng. A trace of hope appeared in his beautiful eyes, and he raised his upper body with difficulty: "Mr. Qin, you are here."
"Lie down, there's no need to get up."
Qin Changsheng sat down next to An Lan's pillow, stretched out his hand and touched An Lan's forehead. It was very hot, and his body temperature was close to forty degrees.
An Lan looked at Qin Changsheng sitting next to his pillow, a strange expression flashed across his face.
She has a slight mysophobia, and she attaches great importance to bed hygiene. Even when Xiahou Mingyi was alive, she would have to take a shower and change into pajamas before going to bed when she got home. She would never allow her to go to bed wearing a coat.
of.
This idea of mysophobia is deeply ingrained. Even though she is seriously ill at this time, even though this home, including her, belongs to Qin Changsheng, she still feels some discomfort in her heart when she sees Qin Changsheng sitting on the bed.
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"What's wrong?"
Qin Changsheng saw the change in An Lan's expression and asked.
"No, it's nothing."
An Lan smiled bitterly. Now that even her life was in Qin Changsheng's hands, how could she dare to tell her true thoughts?
Qin Changsheng gave a faint hum and opened An Lan's quilt.
An Lan was wearing white chiffon pajamas, which were thin and soft. Due to the continuous fever and sweating on her body, the clothes were almost soaked and sticky. Her skin was semi-transparent and her curves were exposed.
"Get down here and I'll treat you." Qin Changsheng looked at An Lan's body unscrupulously and commanded.
An Lan put her lips between her teeth, feeling a little shy. She turned over with difficulty and lay on the bed.
Qin Changsheng stretched out his hand to lift off An Lan's top, revealing her smooth and fair back. Then he grabbed An Lan's pants and pulled them down, exposing all of her snow-white thighs and plump buttocks.