When the Oiran went to bed, it was already past the zenith of the moon, and the Lengxiang Pavilion had already sent away its last guest. The smell of the Hehe Ruyixiang Pills was very unfamiliar, and Mr. Folding Fan was not used to it. He did not endure it for anyone, so he put it out directly. Incense burner, open windows for ventilation, and make the room clean.
After calming down and thinking about it, he found that the courtesan in Lengxiang was beautiful, but his temper was really difficult to control. He once confused it with being free and easy, so he admired it from the bottom of his heart. Unfortunately, when he woke up from drinking and rested on a yellow beam, the folding fan boy had been sleeping for a long time. His memory revived again, and he realized that the true lover should be like the horse-riding woman he met when he was a child. As for the Shen girl, at most... she was spoiled, right?
So for just a moment, he didn't want to face Shen Yuan anymore. He didn't know what he was thinking in his heart and how to face it. He was dressed brightly in red, but lost reality under the heavy makeup, which made Mr. Folding Fan even more confused. . He had to admit that his ability to adjust his emotions was a bit weak, and the changes were too fast, and he couldn't cope with them for a while.
Even the spice from this cold beauty, he was unwilling to adapt to it... Mr. Folding Fan couldn't simply attribute it to disappointment. He stretched out his hand to touch the plum blossom pendant at his waist, but the corners of his mouth still curled up involuntarily, as if resisting. Force yourself to make a choice as soon as possible.
The smell of the incense pills in the room dissipated, but he still couldn't fall asleep. He could only sit cross-legged on the soft and warm bed, forcing himself to calm down and wait for dawn. About half a cup of tea later, there was movement from the direction of the stairs, which sounded like The master of the pavilion, Mrs. Mo Zhang, and the maid. Mr. Folding Fan couldn't help but be surprised. If everything goes well, this woman's reaction should not be so quiet.
If things go as planned, Xizuo's death will not be discovered so soon, and at least he can have a good sleep tonight. The person who came up to report the news before, according to Shen Yuan's maid, seemed to be the bartender of Lengxiang Pavilion. Liu Quyin? Mr. Zheshan has never seen her before, but she almost threw him off his feet.
The only reason to blame is that God is not good at it. The attitude of Lengxiang Huakui in Changsheng Temple is alienated. He originally really didn’t want to set foot in this land of romance. Even if he would lose the road in front of him, but for him, the future is long, so it doesn’t matter to find another way. He really didn't know how to get along with each other when they met, and he didn't know if this game of chess would still have any meaning if he forced it to continue, and whether it would cost him more than he gained.
He didn't want to take any risk and chose the lesser of two evils, so he just retreated.
However, it was on that day that Mr. Folding Fan decided to let go for the time being, but he was suddenly attacked again. This time, others were in the house and there was no way to escape. Fortunately, he had a near-miss and escaped with his life.
Before the wound was bandaged, a secret guard came to report and found out the reason for the last late-night assassination. The person behind the assassination was the one who was born directly. Mr. Folding Fan had hatred in his heart, and he was even more boiling at that time. He couldn't help but He clenched his fists, forcing bright red blood to flow gurglingly, and the clean white cloth he had just wrapped was dyed red.
The secret guard said, not only that, but that person had also set up a heavy spy network in Lengxiang Pavilion, which was as tight as a prison. Even Mrs. Mo Zhang was not able to get away from it, and she was probably one of his minions.
Mr. Folding Fan's eyes were splitting, and he simply couldn't believe his ears. He guessed that it was because he was climbing and breaking flower branches at the Qingxiu site that day, which made the gods displeased, so they sent such continuous stimulation, making him angry and depressed. as punishment?
Fortunately... Shen Yuan is still clean. No matter how he checks, the result is the same.
For more than ten years, he has not been very determined about who he wants to compete with. Since he can't choose his birth background, he just hopes that he can settle down with his mother in the future and not be involved in unwarranted whirlpools. His aunt seems to know his intentions and cannot deal with him. No matter what the children do, they rarely embarrass their biological mother - although it is more like a fear, Mr. Zheshan doesn't know why, but it probably has something to do with their father.
The fresh smell of blood on his arms calmed him down and he couldn't bear it any longer, so he changed his mind, cheered up, and rearranged his arrangements. He hoped that God would be willing and let the treasure of Lengxiang Pavilion treat him better. It also allowed his good brother to restrain himself a little.
Mo Zhangyuan already knows about it. As long as she is not too stupid, the news will reach that person's ears in less than half a day. How the other person reacts then has nothing to do with him.
Mr. Folding Fan is not worried at all whether his eldest brother will become angry and jump over the wall. After all, his father is still alive, and he is not crazy enough to watch siblings killing each other. He values his legitimate wife and legitimate son, and naturally he will not let this son have bad moral character. .
At this point, Mr. Folding Fan did not dare to gamble on luck, but relied on the judgment he had seen since childhood.
The second half of the night was still long, and he was in a restless mood. It was difficult to guess how Mrs. Mo Zhang would act after dawn. He couldn't say for sure, while he and Shen Yuan were still alone, the master of Lengxiang Pavilion had already taken care of the matter.
After a lot of tossing and turning, it was difficult to get clarity in the end. He couldn't help but summon the secret guards, and Xingxing appeared immediately, kneeling on one knee in front of the bed respectfully.
"...Master's order is to get rid of the meticulous old woman and not to alert the snake. The wine master is from Lengxiang Pavilion. I don't know whether she is an accomplice or an accidental accident. Therefore, my subordinates dare not make any arbitrary decisions..."
"Asshole!"
The anger was rising, and Mr. Folding Fan tried his best to restrain himself and never get angry here. Xingchen in front of him was obviously stunned by the yelling. He knelt down without saying anything, but he was not in a hurry to defend himself. He would only repeatedly ask the master to calm down. , willing to accept all punishment.
As a qualified secret guard, no matter whether he talks little or is dull, this should be a good thing, but at this time, Master Zheshan is very angry. But he can't punish him. Every word of Xingchen makes sense, and it is indeed him. The master only ordered the woman named Shang to be beheaded.
"Forget it... I can't blame you." The roots of Mr. Folding Fan's teeth were itching. He raised his hand stiffly and asked the secret guard to get up and reply: "Have you taken care of all the things that need to be done? And the sommelier, he is really as good as Mr. Lengxiang said. "Yan, was it because a maid was implicated in a crime that led to the murder of Mrs. Shang, or was there something else hidden?"
The charcoal fire in the room was burning hot, but the dark satellite Chen felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and he felt that the atmosphere around him had dropped to freezing point. Usually, Mr. Folding Fan always showed a smile to others, but he rarely looked so menacing.
"Return to the master," Xingchen's throat tightened and he swallowed as if reflexively, "I don't dare to neglect, Mrs. Shang has already dealt with it. As for the bartender, when I returned, he had disappeared. The subordinate again I went into the merchant's wife's room to check and found a maid lying inside. There was no damage on her body. She must have been intoxicated by the sweat medicine."