Cao Xiwan didn't say a word about Marquis Nankang. Next to him, Song Weiren was originally angry at her for having ulterior motives. After hearing these two sentences, he suddenly became quiet.
Liu Ruhai saw it clearly and sighed secretly in his heart.
This young master has been a member of the Nanhe Hundred Households on the prosperous waterway on the other side of the Qinhuai River. After only one year, he already knows the benefits of a powerful title?
Without the Marquis of Nankang, if Lou Shuluan's legitimate son died young, the second wife would be more likely to inherit the title.
Cao Xiwan looked at the Sixth Young Master with a smile, knowing that Prince Qin must have discussed it with his brother-in-law and agreed to support him.
Liu Ruhai had another idea. Song Weiren knew about the unstable military situation of the army by the Yellow River.
The second house owner of the Hou Mansion will also start betting on his future.
In the forest, torches and lanterns were lit. Qin Meng and other guards came and dug three feet into the ground to check if there were any other spies in the Hou Mansion.
Liu Ruhai glanced at her and Song Weiren's tightly held hands. The sixth young master was not a bad character, but the second wife's parents were too high-spirited. It was actually harmful rather than helpful to let their son take a key position in the Nanhe Hundred Households in this chaotic situation.
He was too inexperienced and not very shrewd. He was deceived by his brother-in-law, the Crown Prince, and was targeted by Cao Xiwan inside.
He probably thought she was hinting to encourage him to seize the title and betray his uncle, right?
Cao Xiwan despised this young master. Liu Ruhai knew it well. He had been in the Hou Mansion for a long time and knew the affairs of each room very well.
In the pavilion by the forest, he finished writing the letter in one stroke, pointing out that the Fifth Master had framed him and Cao Xiwan. Cao Xiwan called the Marquis's servant Shunbao, who did not know the benefits, and told him: "
Leave it to the Marquis, don't go through Master Yan."
Outside the forest, lights flickered, and it was clear that servants or stewards from each room came over with lamps to see what was going on.
Liu Ruhai recognized it. In the old lady's room, it was the third son of the Zhou family who came. He was Liu Ying's husband.
The third son of the Zhou family is in charge of the shopping in the old lady’s room. He may have just returned from shopping in the southwest a few days ago. The Zhou family and the Cao family have been neighbors for many years.
Zhou Dashi held the lantern and called out under the pavilion: "Xiaowan."
"Oh." She turned around and walked down the stairs, still holding the Sixth Young Master. Zhou Dashi blinked and muttered to Cao Xiwan. He vaguely heard a few words: "I just went to see the old lady for Mr. Hou's illness."
Mr. Hou, his face looks dark."
"Pretending to be sick," she said.
"Not that..." Zhou Dashi shook his head.
Only then did Cao Xiwan let go of the sixth son, Song Weiren. Only then did the steward in the second room dare to come over and greet him.
Liu Ruhai watched with cold eyes. He thought about it, the Marquis of Nankang was ill now, and everyone could see that the illness was serious. People in every room were in a state of confusion.
He speculated that Cao Xiwan must have a plan for this matter. She didn't care whether the Marquis was sick or not. But the one who could really speak in front of Cao Xiwan was Liu Ying.
Suyun was not yet mature, so Suyun waited on the old aunt, who was separated from the main room by one floor.
"Mr. Liu?"
Liu Ruhai raised his eyes. Outside the pavilion was Brother Luan, who was in front of the Sixth Master. He also came to inquire about the news. He just recognized Liu Ruhai: "Mr. Liu? Our master heard that you were here and was afraid that something might happen to you."
"Come here." He waved to Brother Luan and whispered a few words, "Go and talk to Mr. Six -"
The sixth master, Song Chengfeng, and his wife should be allowed to spend more time with the confidants Liu Ying and Zhou Dashi in the old lady's room.
In this chaotic situation, the person who has the opportunity to inherit the title in the future may not be the second-fang.
Sunset.
In the darkness, the fake Baogai with his broken arm was escaping, his figure in a panic.
He seemed to hear a strange sound behind him, like the wind or the chirping of ghosts from the underworld.
Fortunately, he finally sneaked out of the city after a day. The Mochou Lake in the deep winter connected the inside and outside of Jinling City. The winter reeds on the lakeside were like snow, rippling in the cold wind.
Under a full moon, there were few people around the lake. Nanzhi fled into a small courtyard that pillowed the lake.
The main room in the courtyard is always brightly lit.
There were two masters sitting opposite each other under the tile lamp, playing black and white.
As soon as Nanzhi entered the room, he threw himself in front of the chess table.
"Have you been tested yet?"
Nanzhi answered with difficulty: "...she didn't take action."
"And you?"
"...I have no chance to take action. I can't see her flaw."
Yang Pingcui groaned loudly in the room, his sword hanging on the wall. Under the light, there was another person in the quiet courtyard room, it was Feng Junqing in the jade crown Taoist robe.
Nanzhi was helped down for treatment.
The oil lamp was mottled and the chess grid was criss-crossed. Feng Junqing put down a piece on the chessboard and said with a smile: "Qing Luo must be useless."
"...why?"
"You were hiding in the City Patrol Department back then. It was a great shame and humiliation for the Qingluo female ghost. She will not let you go as a disciple."
"He had his arm broken."
"But he was stripped naked and hung in the snow for three days and three nights."
Yang Pingcui was furious and stared at Feng Junqing. Feng Junqing didn't know why, but just sneered contemptuously.
Therefore, when Master Yang saw that the door behind Feng Xianchang opened without any wind, Qingluo female ghost's eyes were cold, and she walked into the house silently, he did not remind Feng Junqing.
Cao Xiwan's sword penetrated Feng Junqing's chest from behind.
Master Feng looked down at the sword tip on his chest, in disbelief. He tried to turn his head to see who it was, but Cao Xiwan's sword was twisted. He spit out a few mouthfuls of blood, which spattered on the chessboard, and fell to the ground dead.
There were misty figures outside the window, and Liu Ruhai was among the figures following him. He couldn't help but frown when he saw this scene through the window.
Did Feng Junqing die so easily?
He and Yang Pingcui quarreled with each other over trivial matters, which was too strange.
Cao Xiwan thought so. She drew her sword and looked at the blood on the sword. She tilted her head and stared at the corpse. It was too easy.
She squatted down and felt his pulse, but there was no demon fetus.
She was disappointed. She didn't even bother to check the gizzards of the deceased. Fortunately, she let her puppet stare at Nanzhi. She went back to the palace and took a medicinal bath for a day, then called Xiliu and Xiao Zhao upstairs to rush over, trying to snatch it.
Demon fetus.
In order for them to successfully separate the demon fetuses and avoid going crazy, she even called the doctor Liu Ruhai over. The condition was that Bai Fu'er in front of him could also separate the demon fetuses.
Outside the window, Liu Ruhai could see at a glance that she had failed this time. He laughed.
But he looked puzzled at Yang Pingcui, who was still sitting in the room. This person had the wrong temperament. Yang Pingcui would not be so calm when facing the Qingluo female ghost.
"Is this Feng Xianchang's substitute?" she asked Yang Pingcui.
Master Yang was sitting in front of the bloody chessboard, unmoved. He actually answered aloud: "Yes, he is one of his disciples."
"He was so disrespectful to you just now, and you didn't do anything."
She stared at Yang Pingcui, and after a long time, she slowly uttered a few words, "Let me tell you, with Yang Pingcui's ability as a three-legged cat, how dare you enter the capital to challenge Su Jintian? It turns out you were pretending to be one?"
——Feng Junqing, the substitute, may also be suspicious, deliberately insulting and testing Yang Pingcui?
"What are you talking about?" Master Yang said calmly.
Cao Xiwan looked at him with a smile: "Dongdong, Eunuch Dong. It's you."
Both she and Liu Ruhai outside the room were thinking that they were so lucky to catch a big fish.