The night is as dark as ink, and the cool breeze is like water. The flames of several long lanterns flicker, creating a bright scene in the main hall of Cui Mansion.
Cui Luo sneered and said: "I'm just a dandy born from a concubine. I'm just wishful thinking! I, the legitimate daughter of the Cui family, will naturally marry a prince. How can such a bastard be worried about her!"
Shangguan Heng said leisurely: "But this son is still in the mansion now, holding the post of a staff member. After receiving money every month, he goes out to fight cocks and lackeys. He is so happy! And whenever he has free time, he will do some small favors and inquire about the servants in the mansion.
Miss Six's whereabouts, in an attempt to kiss her.
As a result, I was taught a lesson by the Sixth Miss several times, and now I have restrained myself. But my evil intentions are still there, and the day before yesterday I even went to intimidate Yang Shaoxia, but I was kicked out..."
Cui Luo's face darkened, and he interrupted Shangguan Heng: "These are trivial things! This son of Wang Chuo is the concubine of Wang Jin, the brother of Wang Jin, the envoy of Taiwei Palace. If it hadn't been personally recommended by the envoy of the palace, I would have sent someone there long ago.
Drive him out. Brother Shangguan, what are you going to say?"
"Wang Chuo, although his mind is not well versed in worldly affairs, he is completely infatuated with Miss Sixth! If someone tells him that Miss Sixth was kidnapped by Yuan Ji Neng, the head of the family has no master, and he has warned everyone in the house that if anyone can rescue him, he will
The sixth lady promised him, so he will definitely believe it and take action angrily." Shangguan Heng was very confident.
"Absurd! Nonsense! It's not the turn of my daughter, Cui Luo, to save such a thing! To say the least, even if he rescues Wan'er, will I really promise Wan'er to this son?" Cui Lu laughed angrily.
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"Wang Chuo is naturally not successful enough, but he often regards himself as Wang Jin's nephew, and he is quite arrogant. If such a dandy is used to deal with Yuan Jineng, he has some magical effects of 'fighting fire with fire'." Shangguan Heng said.
He smiled and said softly.
Cui Luo pondered for a while and then understood the deeper meaning of this plan: "According to what you said, it is to 'drove the tiger and devour the wolf', and to ask two incompetent juniors to make things worse. Wait until the news reaches the ears of Yuan Zai and Wang Jin
, will naturally take action to suppress this matter, but my Cui Mansion has stayed out of the matter."
Shangguan Heng nodded: "That's exactly what I mean. Moreover, the master of the family does not need to come forward personally to convey the message. As long as I reveal it to a few slaves without leaving any trace, someone will run to tell him."
Cui Luo rubbed his brows to relieve some fatigue: "I will leave this matter to Brother Shangguan. I still have memorials to write in my study, so I won't accompany Brother Shangguan today."
Shangguan Heng hurriedly cupped his hands and said: "The master of the family must take care of his body and rest early. The sixth lady is auspicious and can turn danger into safety."
Cui Luo dismissed his staff and turned back to the study. Cui Da, the old butler, followed closely behind him. He poured some water and studied ink, then silently cooked the tea soup and placed it on the side of the desk before bowing and retreating.
Cui Luo stopped writing, sometimes with his pen flying, sometimes with his elbows hanging in deep thought. It wasn't until half an hour later that he finished writing a few words, which were piled messily on the paper. Under the desk, there were a few scraps of paper thrown away.
. He pondered for a moment, took a blank memorial note, spread it out on the case, and copied it carefully.
The memorial note was written and was still waiting to be dried. Cui Luo looked up and saw that the tea soup Cui Da had placed on the desk was already as cold as night. He couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. He had to get the wind stove, tea cauldron, fire chopsticks and other items to boil the water again.
, mix it into the ground tea powder. Use a copper filter to filter out the tea soup, and drink three full cups to drive away the cold at night.
At this time, Du Xiaoke had summoned the servants who had gone out to look for him. He came to the study to return to his life with a goldfish bag in his hand.
When Cui Luo saw him coming back, he nodded and took the goldfish bag, with a solemn look in his eyes: "Brother Du! Regarding the little girl's matter, we have just sent Master Bujing and Yang Shaoxia to visit Guangli Fang at night. But I have been thinking about it.
Go, it's better for you to lead people to rescue secretly, so that everything is safe."
Du Xiaoke's eyes flashed: "Master, are you going to activate the 'Mountain Wing Guards'..."
Cui Luo waved his hand, indicating that he did not need to say more: "I, the Cui family, came from troubled times and followed the Wuhu for four hundred years. Although I have been keeping a low profile since the founding of the country, how can I tolerate the blasphemy of the honor of the family?"
While speaking, Cui Luo curled up his four fingers and clicked on the side of the bookcase, popping up a hidden grid. There was a thin golden feather in the hidden grid, which Cui Luo held in his hand:
"This is the military talisman of Shanling Guard. Take the military talisman and go immediately to a dilapidated house in the southwest corner of Yongfengfang. There is a square copper ring on the door. Say, 'My lord is looking for Cui Jiu. We need to take action in an emergency.' Then put the little girl under the knife."
Tell him about the captivity and imprisonment in Guanglifang, and he will make a decision on his own."
Du Xiaoke took the military talisman and said hesitantly: "If Zen Master and Yang Shaoxia take action without the permission, will the Shanling Guards help?"
"Don't pay attention! The power of the Yuan Dynasty Prime Minister is overwhelming, and Yingchuan's business must be guarded by soldiers. It's good to be able to hold back the soldiers without Zen Master and Yang Shaoxia. I'm afraid there will be no spare power to rescue. The Shanling Guards will only save the people after leaving.
People, please don’t create any more trouble." Cui Luo put down the tea cup in his hand and said coldly.
Du Xiaoke knew that he had made a mistake in his words, so he hurriedly bowed and clasped his fists, and exited the study.
Luoyang Guanglifang is located to the north of Xishi, south of Shendu Garden, and adjacent to Houzaimen Street in the east. After Yuan Zai paid homage to the prime minister, he bought most of the residential houses in the north of Guanglifang and borrowed the pavilions, ponds, flowers and trees of Shendu Garden.
After the victory, millions of dollars were spent to build Yingchuan Villa.
Although Yuan Zai, his wife, concubines, and children mostly lived in Chang'an, his villa in Yingchuan was still luxurious and magnificent, with dozens of servants and maids cleaning the house all the year round. When Yuan Zai got up at some point, he brought his family and guests to Dongdu Xiaoxiao.
live.
Therefore, as soon as Yuan Ji Neng arrived in Dongdu, this special property in Yingchuan became the base camp for him to have banquets and have fun with the children of Luoyang aristocratic families.
On the day of the Shangsi Festival, the sky was clear and the spring scenery was bright. The female relatives of the aristocratic families in the city competed to go out for an outing and hold a wedding banquet. Yuan Jineng, who was well versed in this custom, invited a group of young men in rich costumes to carry the banquet.
Wine, go out to the city to hunt for women. Although they encountered a weak point with the female family members of the Cui Mansion, they reunited after they escaped.
One of the young masters in Huafu, named Shao Qinggang, has some friendship with Luocheng Xingying. Last year, he raised a falcon. Whenever he went out, he would bring it with him to show off, which made Yuan Jineng and others envious. At this time, he met Mr. Yuan.
Pugu Xingde also had his finger broken. He wanted to vent his anger on the two of them, so he wrote a note to borrow troops and asked Falcon to take him to Luocheng to camp.
Not long after, ten soldiers in black clothes and soap boots came on horseback, waiting for Shao Qinggang to give orders. Yuan Ji saw that Shao Qinggang was so "anxious for public service and justice", so he was not polite, so he ordered the soldiers to go to the general.
The sixth lady of the Cui Mansion caught him so that he could prepare something for him at night.
Sure enough, everything came true! In less than two hours, the ten soldiers had tied Cui Wan back. Now they had spread his limbs and tied him to his soft sandalwood couch. They just waited until the dinner was finished and sent him away.
These young men in fine clothes are enjoying themselves as much as they want!
On the night of Shangsi, in the Yingchuan villa, there were singing, dancing, and drinking in the side hall. Yuan Ji could sit at the head of the big table, and from time to time he and Shao Qinggang on the left drank and talked happily, telling secrets about the affairs of the Chang'an government and the public.
Shao Qinggang had already had the intention of clinging to him. He kept saying "Yeah, ah, ah," and he drank until he was done. He was so forthright that Yuan Jineng couldn't help but look at him a few more times.
Outside the side hall were soldiers holding wine jars and roasting mutton, sitting on the ground in twos and threes. As the wine and meat entered their intestines, they began to talk more. From the village women with the posture of luxuriant willows outside the city, to the plump and voluptuous ladies in the city, all the women were lustful.
, can be paired with wine.
Above the side hall is a huge Xieshan Mountain, with neat tiles and double eaves that are ready to fly, showing the style of a powerful official. Yang Chaoxi and Monk Bujing were lying on the eaves, holding their breath and concentrating, quietly listening to the conversation inside and outside the side hall.
Occasionally make eye contact and do some "can only understand" communication.
After sneaking into Yingchuan Villa, the two of them followed the wall and pillars, carefully dodging the servants patrolling the courtyard. However, when they found Yuan Jinneng, the third son of Yuan Xiang, he was drinking with a group of well-dressed young men.
Have fun.
Outside the banquet, the karaoke and dancers all wore thin and see-through dresses. They twisted and swayed, and their convex postures were revealed, causing everyone at the table to scream strangely. Some even more lustful and daring ones, under the influence of alcohol, would dance
The trickster was pulled into his arms, raising and lowering his hands, making a fuss. Yuan Jineng did not stop him, but looked at the ugly behavior of everyone with great interest.
After listening to the stick of incense for a while, apart from obscene words and obscenities, I didn't hear anything about Cui Wan's whereabouts. Yang Chaoxi was a little anxious, and when he looked sideways, he saw that the monk was listening with great interest, and he couldn't help but want to kill him with a sword.
This stupid thing in the monk's clothing.
At this moment, a young man in rich clothes came out of the side hall and staggered towards the toilet. Yang Zhaoxi immediately moved his energy, used the "One Reed Crossing the River" technique to make himself light, and jumped to a side room outside the side hall.
A tree of Albizia Julibrissin. After he stabilized his body a little, he floated down along the trunk of the tree. He tapped his toes and followed the handsome young man like a shadow.
Before the monk could react, he tried to dissuade him, but was too late. He had no choice but to give up eavesdropping. When the monk's robe was unfolded, the eaves fell down.
After passing through a certain corridor and turning into a few shrubs, the monk saw Yang Zhaoxi and the handsome young man preparing to empty the turbid waves. The two were stacked together in some strange posture, on top of each other.
Once, once shocked and once angry.
The young man in fine clothes seemed to think that this young Taoist priest who suddenly appeared had the characteristics of Long Yang and the habit of cutting off his sleeves. He was sticking out his big buttocks in preparation for attack.
Yang Zhaoxi kicked him in disgust and ignored his strange posture and weird thoughts. In his hand, the Xuan Tong sword and its scabbard were thrust into the mouth of the handsome man: "I ask you to answer, if you play tricks, your head will move!"
"Um... um..." The young man in Chinese clothes held the scabbard in his mouth. He nodded heavily at first, then shook his head slightly, and pointed at the Xuantong sword with a trembling hand. Only then did Yang Chaoxi realize, and suddenly moved the scabbard away.
The richly dressed young man was about to call for help when he heard a soft "sudden" sound and the cold sword spine hit his neck, frightening him: the sword only needed to be slightly turned sideways to cut him open in an instant.
's throat.
Yang Zhaoxi looked grim: "Where is Miss Cui? Tell me!"
The young man in rich clothes had just recovered from his shock. He nodded and replied: "In...in Mr. Yuan's...in Mr. Yuan's house..." Before he finished speaking, a foul smell escaped from under his brocade robe.
Disgusting.
Yang Zhaoxi fanned the air with her palms and continued to ask: "Where is Mr. Yuan's house?"
"I...don't know...spare my life, hero!" The handsome man was already crying. Compared to the moment when his life was at stake, the lump under his robe...was not a shameful thing.
"Amitabha! Why should donor Yang make things difficult for him? He is just a stupid dude." Without warning, the monk came up and punched the young man in Chinese clothes, knocking him unconscious. He immediately clasped his hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and earnestly admonished him.
"It seems that we need to capture a servant in the palace and ask again." Yang Chaoxi sighed and said softly.
Without the monk nodding his head in agreement, he said: "This Yingchuan villa has a grand courtyard, with many terraces and buildings. I don't know how much people's wealth and anointing was plundered in Yuan Zai! If you search from room to room, not only will it be easy to find out, but Miss Six's innocence will also be revealed."
Reputation... I'm afraid it will be destroyed in one day."
When the monk raised his head, Yang Chaoxi's figure flew out a few feet away. It seemed that he was extremely anxious. The two of them walked in tandem, scurrying around in the shadow of Yingchuan Villa, and passed a full mile.
While burning incense, they captured two servants and a maid. However, the answers they asked were surprisingly consistent:
Although this Yuan Jineng is a licentious playboy, he is also a bit clever. He lives in no fixed place every night, sometimes sleeping in one room and sometimes sleeping in another room. Even the servants in the mansion cannot determine what Mr. Yuan is going to do tonight.
Which room will you sleep in?
All they could do was clean all the dozens of houses where Mr. Yuan often slept, so that he would not get angry and drag his servants to be whipped or his maids to sleep with him.
Yang Chaoxi and Monk Bujing searched aimlessly twice more, and after finding nothing, they met again on the double eaves of the side hall.
At this time, the night banquet was coming to an end, and the side hall was swaying around. Most of the young men in fine clothes were too drunk and were already unconscious. They were helped by the servants and maids of Yuan Mansion to go to the guest room to rest. The soldiers outside the side hall were chatting in a lively and lively manner.
Food and drink are not enough to dull their consciousness and actions.
Yang Chaoxi frowned: "It seems that I can only follow Yuan Ji Neng. When the servants around him disperse, and he is caught and tortured, I will be able to find out the whereabouts of Miss Six... If I am exposed by then, I will lead
Dismiss those servants, recruit soldiers, and you, Zen Master, will take action to rescue Miss Sixth."
The monk wanted to clasp his hands and chant the "mantra" again, but Yang Zhaoxi waved his hand to stop him. Because the instigator, Yuan Jineng, had already swayed his tall body and walked out of the side hall surrounded by seven or eight servants.
The ten soldiers who were sitting on the ground, drinking wine and eating meat, stood up one after another, and saluted Yuan Jineng with clasped fists, thanking him for his hospitality.
Yuan Jineng waved his hand nonchalantly, with only a trace of alcohol on his face: "Those who know me, tell me that I am worried! You all acted righteously today and fulfilled my Yuan's long-cherished wish. One day, you will be appreciated by the superiors, lead the troops and worship the generals, just around the corner.
! Since it is still early today, you can go into the side hall and continue drinking. If you have enough food and wine, you will not come home until you are drunk! I have something else to do, so I won’t keep you company."
When all the soldiers heard what he said, they all clasped their fists and bowed, saying, "Master Yuan, please do what you want! Don't pay attention to vulgar people like us."
Yuan Jineng put his hands behind his back, humming a tune in his mouth, and walked along the corridor to the backyard. The servants around him also gradually changed, but they were more than ten famous knights and knights dressed as servants. Just look at the footwork and
Breathing in and out, you can deduce that he is definitely not mediocre. Yang Chaoxi and Monk Bujing looked at each other, and they both saw solemnity in each other's eyes.
Yang Chaoxi took the lead and jumped up, crossed the ridge of the roof, landed on the other side eaves, and quietly looked towards the direction where Yuan Ji Neng disappeared. Suddenly he used the "One Reed Crossing the River" light skill, and his body followed him like a big bird.
. Unexpectedly, the monk, whose light skills were inferior and whose body was heavy, still clung to the house and the shadow cast by the courtyard wall, walked quickly, and gradually caught up with Yang Chaoxi.
After a few breaths, Yang Zhaoxi and Monk Bujing came to the depths of Yingchuan Villa. Outside a house with exquisite brackets, they each found a pillar and hid in the shadows.
The Jianghu rangers dressed as servants dispersed voluntarily and formed a semicircular defense line in front of the house. Facing the silent night, they made a gesture of "Young Master Yuan is doing business, please don't disturb anyone else."
Yuan Jineng entered the house, locked the door bolt, and suppressed the evil fire for half a night. At this moment, it finally burst out unscrupulously.
The sixth lady of the Cui Mansion was lying on her back, tied to the curtain pillars of the sandalwood sofa, unconscious. Her yellow and purple skirts hung straight down, highlighting her slender waist and graceful figure... embroidered with gold
The short red undershirt is tight and pulls up the two peaks... The smooth and flawless oval face is full of breathtaking details...
Yuan Ji could not bear it any longer, so he tore open his robe, took three steps and two steps at a time, and threw himself forward!
Hearing a scream of "Ah!", Yuan Ji covered his face with his hands, nosebleeds oozing out from between his fingers.