Yu Ce was also surprised to see Yang Qing's appearance. He kept asking Zheng Wen with his eyes.
Zheng Wen could not explain all the twists and turns for a while, but he pursed his lips tightly and showed an eager look: "When I went there, Shopkeeper Yang wanted to hang himself."
"Why?" Yu Ce also asked Yang Qing.
Yang Qing chuckled: "I committed the crime. I don't deserve to live, let alone talk about tea."
Now Zheng Wen was worried: "What are you talking about? With your understanding of tea, you are already proficient in it and can be called a master-level master. How can you be sorry for tea?"
Yang Qing smiled helplessly: "Shopkeeper Zheng, I didn't stop my men before. It's my fault, Yang Qing, to break your leg. So, you can take my life."
He clutched Zheng Wen's sleeve tightly and looked up at Zheng Wen, with a desire for death in the depths of his eyes.
Zheng Wen shook him off: "Shopkeeper Yang be careful, I don't hold any grudge against you. I, Zheng Wen, just wish I could kill the real culprit with my own hands."
"Cai Ying? It's up to your boss to deal with him. I have already given the evidence to your boss. Cai Ying will not survive, and I will have nothing to live for."
As he spoke, a crazy smile appeared on Yang Qing's face.
"Yang Qing!" Zheng Wenyi called him righteously.
Yang Qing slowly lowered his head.
Yu Ce couldn't stand it anymore, so he sat down and faced Yang Qing: "Shopkeeper Yang, let me ask you a question, can you answer it truthfully?"
"Ask me. Even when a person is about to die, his words are good." There was no light in Yang Qing's eyes.
Yu Ce frowned slightly: "What does tea mean to you?"
This was the flaw he found in Yang Qing's words while watching from the sidelines just now.
As expected, Yang Qing was stunned.
"Tea? Tea." He chewed the word repeatedly, like a whisper between lovers, with a nostalgic look on his blue-gray face, "Tea is a good medicine that can save all living beings."
Divinity appeared on his face for a moment, and then fell to the bottom in the next moment.
"I turned good medicine into poison. I am a sinner. I am a sinner." He slid to the ground, hugging his knees tightly and shaking uncontrollably.
Zheng Wen understood what Yu Ce was thinking, and followed Yu Ce's words and asked, "Have you forgotten? Just before dawn, at Fule Tea House, you told me personally that cherishing tea is just like cherishing blessings.
"
Yang Qing kept repeating Zheng Wen's words: "But I don't care about tea. Without blessing, I am just a sinner."
There was another self-deprecating look on his face.
Yu Ce just felt that something was wrong with Yang Qing's state, as if he was stuck in some strange self-condemnation.
Yu Ce suddenly became heartbroken, knocked out Yang Qing with a knife, and handed it to Zheng Wen: "Keep an eye on Yang Qing. I'll ask the doctor to come and see what's going on tomorrow. Something's wrong with him."
Zheng Wen nodded and helped Yang Qing to the bed in the back room.
Early in the morning, Chen Jinjun was hurriedly called to the inn by Yu Ce.
As soon as he entered the room, Chen Jinjun saw Yang Qing lying on the bed. The red mark on his neck was still clearly visible after the night.
"What's going on?" Chen Jinjun asked the people present, pointing to the red mark on Yang Qing's neck.
"When I went to Fule Tea House yesterday, he was about to hang himself," Zheng Wen sighed. "After I left him behind, I met Cai Ying's people who went to Fule Tea House to look for him."
"So, it is very possible that Cai Ying already knows that Yang Qing has rebelled?"
Chen Jinjun frowned, his expression was serious, and his tone was a bit urgent.
Zheng Wen touched his chin: "If you say so, then we can't just sit back and wait for death. We must strike first."
Chen Jinjun pursed his lips and began to think about countermeasures.
"Master, I'm here with the doctor." Yu Ce pulled a doctor in and walked in.
On the way here, the doctor had heard Yu Ce explain the basic situation. He briefly checked Yang Qing's condition, took his pulse, and stroked his gray beard: "This gentleman is mentally exhausted and has lost control of his emotions due to excessive worry.
It's a heart disease that needs to be rested and not stimulated."
Zheng Wen and Yu Ce looked at each other, and Zheng Wen sighed.
Chen Jinjun waved his hand and signaled Yu Ce to ask the doctor to leave.
Zheng Wen looked at Yang Qing with pity: "I guess he saw Cai Ying's men being ordered to kill him yesterday. He was so stimulated that he fell into self-blame and even wanted to die."
Chen Jinjun stared at the red mark on Yang Qing's neck: "Take good care of Yang Qing and don't let Cai Ying's people succeed. I will find out where Cai Ying hides the smoke as quickly as possible and strike first.
You will suffer disaster later."
Zheng Wen nodded, and Chen Jinjun ran out in a hurry.
The rickshaw driver at the door of the inn heard the footsteps, looked up and saw that it was Chen Jinjun, and immediately stood up: "Where are you going, Master?"
"Take me quickly to find your escort leader." Chen Jinjun jumped into the car.
She pursed her lips and looked serious. If it was as she thought, Cai Ying had discovered that Yang Qing had given the evidence to her, then he would definitely make big moves. This would be the best time to find the hideout.
The coachman ran as hard as he could to Taiping Villa, but Chen Jinjun kept urging: "Can you go faster?"
"Okay, but the boss has to take care of both sides of the car."
As he spoke, the driver ran faster.
On the other side, Cai Ying held a whip in her hand and severely beat her subordinate who was kneeling on the ground and wearing night clothes.
"There are so many of you who can't find a single Yang Qing? Do I raise you for a living?"
The expression on Cai Ying's face became distorted, and the whip in her hand made a crisp sound on her flesh.
The people kneeling on the ground were the same group of people who went to Fule Tea House to look for Yang Qing last night. Cai Ying was hit by the whip in his hand, but she actually carried it down without saying a word.
"Back to the president, when we arrived, Yang Qing had already run away. Seeing that the oil lamp was still hot, I led people out to chase him."
He gritted his teeth tightly, trying not to make a sound because of the pain in his body.
"Chasing? With so many of you, you can't catch up with one Yang Qing?"
Cai Ying whipped him again, and blood sprayed directly on the captain, but he still didn't say a word, just lowered his head and carried it silently.
Cai Ying threw the whip in her hand on the ground and her eyes rolled rapidly.
"You, take people to Fule Teahouse immediately to find Yang Qing's account book. It must not fall into the hands of others."
The captain who was kneeling on the ground shouted "yes", gritted his teeth and stood up with wounds all over his body, and limped out.
Cai Ying glanced at the blood on the ground impatiently, asked her servants to clean it up, then turned around and walked back to her underground workshop.
As soon as he arrived underground, Cai Ying immediately called his subordinates who had been responsible for transporting the smoke.
"President."
"Have you noticed anything unusual on your recent journey?"
The subordinate thought carefully and said, "Everything is business as usual, and no one is paying attention."
Cai Ying wrinkled her nose and looked at the black lumps in the basket, and nodded: "I'll transport more in the past few days, and then I'll stop for a few days. I'm afraid someone will be watching."
"good."
Cai Ying stroked her chest, always feeling inexplicably flustered.