"I said there is no guarantee of the outcome." Liu Ruhai also smiled.
"I bought you to take action once."
"..." Liu Ruhai did not deny it this time and nodded. Yang Pingcui's eyes moved slightly: "Are you afraid that you will be killed if you take action? You are afraid that she is a prostitute."
Liu Ruhai glanced at him. He spoke so recklessly. How could he become a man's favorite? Why are you hiding here if you are not afraid of death? Who doesn't know that Mr. Yang, your nickname is Mother Cui?
He suddenly asked: "I heard that the owner of the village had a good relationship with Qing Luo in the past?"
He asked himself this question in a tactful and tortuous way, with absolutely no intention of revenge.
But Yang Pingcui's eyes sharpened, and the knife power burst out from his whole body. A strong wind blew up from the ground, blowing the black oil umbrella in Liu Ruhai's hand to the horizon, and cut it into pieces.
His whole face was covered with snow, and he watched silently as no one could be seen in front of him, leaving only a heavy snow on the ground and a shabby alley.
He thought, didn't he just ask if Master Yang was Qing Luo's male favorite?
Is this a reaction?
If he is in such an unclear state of mind, he will lose easily.
But there were still words left by Yang Pingcui in the wind and snow: "Concubine Cheng, please go back early."
He remained silent.
When he started back, he looked at the falling snow.
The Cheng and Liu families are both famous medical families in the north. When talking about the time when the family was founded, we have to count back to the Song and Jin dynasties, to the founding of the Ming Dynasty by the late emperor, which has gone through four dynasties.
However, due to successive wars in the north, the family gradually withered away, becoming sick and dying.
The younger generation of the two families. Today, the only surviving members of the clan are Mrs. Cheng and him.
It's December.
In Jinling City, there are occasional light clouds and sunny days, and red plum blossoms are falling all over the city, but the feeling of spring is not too strong.
The flow of gold and silver in the underground casino spread like wildfire in the beginning of spring. Most of the military attachés in the capital heard about the life-or-death battle between the number one sword in the world and the master of the Wanjian Sect, and they were eager to place heavy bets.
Just waiting for December 12, Yang and Su fought on the Qinhuai River.
"I heard that the owner of the village has come from afar, but Fengshan is lonely. On the south bank of Qinhuai River, I have heard good news for a long time."
This is a message from Su Jintian who sent someone to the other courtyard of Prince Tang's Mansion.
Hack him to death, hack him to death. Cao Xi night was mumbling in his dreams, which frightened Yanzhi so much.
The Marquis of Nankang naturally knew about this major event in the capital, but he was busy sorting out the inner house in his study, with a dark expression on his face:
"He is indeed the fifth brother? Wasn't he bribed by an outsider?"
"Yes, Mr. Marquis." Manager Lien whispered in a low voice, saying that the spy found in Huaiyuan belonged to Mr. Fifth.
"But they are ordinary servants, and there is no motive for poisoning. They have just been bribed, and they have not received any instructions from the fifth master. They just inquire about the young master's daily activities and report to the fifth master every few months. What the fifth master means,
I'm afraid I want to send some medicinal materials."
The fifth wife has a nephew from her natal family, and she also wants to find a job in Jinyi Baihu.
The Boshan jade stove and the green cauldron are like tigers. In the study room in winter, the sun is dappled and the dust is like smoke.
The Marquis of Nankang was silent, tapping the red sandalwood desk with his fingers.
Qin Meng stood aside and felt keenly:
Suddenly there was a loophole in the inner house.
Why hasn't anything like this happened in the past ten years?
The second manager, Lian Er, had long known that he was too old to do his errands. He hesitated for a while and then spoke:
"In the past, Qing Luo went to each room to greet the ladies every month. The master and the ladies all knew that she was the Marquis' confidant. Moreover, she was born into the family and entered the house earlier than the wives. She was not interested in every move of the master.
Familiar, each room would inevitably feel intimidating. So she didn't dare to move around. Now she is seriously ill and has returned to the inner house..."
Song Chengming's hand on the table suddenly clenched.
He endured it for a long time, finally stood up, walked around, smashed a brush and asked angrily:
"Is she poisoned?"
"...It hasn't been found out yet."
"Keep checking! Check to see if it has something to do with Lao Wu. The fifth brother has something in his heart but hasn't said it out loud. I know."
The fifth master loves flowers, grass, and Taoism, but he may not be interested in his third brother, who is also a concubine and inherits the title.
Not convinced?
The second manager Lian thought to himself, in the past when the princes were discussing the title, the second master and the sixth master had always argued about this matter. If they didn't fight, forget it. The sixth master knew how to be a good person, so he turned around and married the daughter of the Marquis's confidant Liu Qianhu's family.
He became the closest brother to the Marquis. The Second Master also respected the Marquis. But the silent Fifth Master had a grudge in his heart?
Song Chengming calmed down and smiled coldly:
"Or maybe I underestimated the enemies outside. They actually have such a plan? Not even assassination or impeachment.
It works. Instead, start from the palace, bribe my brothers, divert my confidants, and then cut off my heirs. Next, I am afraid that the title will be seized, the family will be divided, and the Nankang Marquis Mansion will be wiped out..."
Liancheng broke into cold sweat after hearing this, and knelt down: "This slave was negligent."
Qin Meng was silent.
The Second Steward Lien has to follow the Marquis to court and enter the Yamen every day. In addition, he travels to various noble houses and takes care of the Marquis's private business. Even though the Second Steward has a powerful accountant under him, the servants, big and small, are still very busy.
Already.
"As for the Huaiyuan matter, do as Mr. Liu said. Seal the courtyard." Marquis Nankang gave the order decisively.
"Yes. Mr. Hou."
"Qin Meng——"
"Here, Lord Marquis."
"Screen through every room in the mansion. You guys help Liancheng, let Xiaowan help too."
When the second steward heard this, he secretly wiped his sweat, which meant that he was not blamed for his negligence.
Presumably, the Marquis also knows that it is not because he is not trying his best.
After all, he is not a woman, so it is not convenient for him to be like Qing Luo. Qing Luo has been working as an errand in the study for the past ten years.
He could go to the inner house from time to time. She and the eldest girls in each house had grown up together, and could get a lot of information. But he could only arrange a few informants, and when they were compared, they were taken advantage of.
But the Marquis wanted to ask Cao Xiwan to help him, but Lian Er was worried.
It's not that he never mentioned it, but Cao Xiwan never came out of the study these days. He asked Granny Ma to see her. He originally thought that Mrs. Hou was restraining her and rubbing her, and she couldn't get away. He could still
Save, save.
Unexpectedly, Granny Mapa responded hesitantly, saying that Qing Niangzi was weak and pitiful. She hugged her on the smoke cage every day. When she heard that there was an errand and asked her to come to the study, Qing Niangzi said sadly:
"It's so cold, I don't want to work."
Liancheng sighed, Qingluo was not like this before!
Cao stayed in the main room late at night, hiding out every day, feeling that he was wise and foolish. The only pleasure was on December 10th.
On the second day, there was a battle on the south bank of Qinhuai.
She was waiting to kill Yang Pingcui with a borrowed knife and drive Yang Pingcui out of Jinling City. Then she could invite her parents to go home together.
It was rare that she could sit back and enjoy the results without having to do anything herself. She experienced the comfort of the Marquis.
She was addicted to this and happily copied Su Jintian's post about the fight and posted it in her room. Counting the days, she also knew this post by heart:
"I heard that the owner of the village has come from afar, but Fengshan is lonely. On the south bank of Qinhuai River, I have heard good news for a long time."
These few words are indeed domineering. It is indeed the best sword in the world. She thought with satisfaction.
However, even Chen's mother quietly asked Cao Xiwan about this matter: "This location is not very particular."
The south bank of Qinhuai is where hundreds of households in Jinyi of Nanhe River are located.