"Dong dong dong."
Xue Wuhen laughed happily, remembering an old saying - loyalty is because there are not enough chips for betrayal. I sighed in my heart, this sentence is really damn... so right.
Xue Wuhen looked at Ye's frivolous expression, smiled slightly, took out a yellow jade bottle from his arms, and said: "This is three days of drunkenness, colorless and tasteless. As for what happens after three days, it doesn't matter." Young Master Kuang is worried. I can guarantee that I will definitely treat that girl well. As for the aftermath of the Ye family, Young Master Kuang needs to worry more."
Xue Wuhen pretended not to see Ye Qingkuang's fiery eyes, and said with some embarrassment: "I'm not afraid of Kuang Shao's jokes, that girl actually... looks very similar to my first love, and my first love was when I was sixteen years old. He was killed by the family, so... ahem, I just received a summons from the family and I have to rush back to the family tomorrow morning, so I'll see if I can take that girl away with me tomorrow morning."
Feng Niang hurriedly bowed over and said respectfully: "Back to the young master, my subordinates are preparing to take action in five days. We have made tight arrangements. Unless the three old guys from the Ye family are dispatched, this mission is guaranteed to be completed."
Because he is Ye Qingkuang, the eldest son of the Ye family and the first heir of the family. If he doesn't work hard, maybe in a few years, he will no longer be the eldest son, and he will no longer be the first heir. Because he is frivolous, he needs madness and the capital of madness, so he must work hard and fight desperately.
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"Squeak."
Ye Qingyu looked at the empty rice vat with some sadness, and then thought of her brother who was thousands of miles away. In the past, he had to do all the rice buying alone. I've finished eating a big vat of rice, why isn't my brother coming back? Didn't he know that he couldn't lift such a heavy rice bag
Ye Qingxie got up very early, even earlier than the chickens raised by farmers outside Cangcheng. Although he has never been in the habit of getting up early, today was different because it was his master who woke him up in person.
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"It's not that serious. I will make arrangements for the Ye family. I want you to promise that that girl will never die before she is sent to Piaoxue City. If she dies, you will not be able to survive." If it doesn't work, he can only take risks. He is bound to get that girl.
Hearing the master's question, Mr. Mo beside him took a step forward and replied respectfully: "Not yet, but I think it will be soon."
"Clang!"
He took out the dagger from his pocket, and with a single stroke, he opened the door bolt of a room. As nimbly as a night owl, he got in. The room was not a girl's boudoir, but a kitchen. He knew very well that this weak girl had the habit of getting up early to cook porridge every day, so he put a few drops of transparent liquid in the yellow jade bottle, such as oil and water, in many places. Then he quietly turned out of the yard again, squatted aside with his two men and waited quietly.
Ye Qingkuang straightened her hair and ordered her servants to prepare tea.
Xue Wuhen nodded lightly, walked upstairs and walked into a room that was exclusive to him. This room is not like the other rooms, with a large pink bed and a special smell of sandalwood. Instead, it is clean and simple, with a few sandalwood tables and chairs, and a few landscape paintings. It seems that you are not entering a brothel, but a study.
"It's me, open the door!"
"Old rules?" Sister Feng smiled sweetly.
He gently came to this very familiar courtyard. He was familiar with it because not long ago, he had suffered a depression here. The beautiful and seemingly weak little girl firmly refused, and he was severely scolded by the master. , a big loss. This time he didn't want to be scolded so badly, so he asked two of his men to stand outside the yard and climbed over the wall himself.
"How are the preparations?" Xue Wuhen nodded lightly and picked up a cup of tea.
Xue Wuhen didn't know what ambitions and goals Ye Qingkuang had. He just knew that he had to see him tonight and convince him to cooperate with him in some action, so he left Thirteenth Avenue and hurried to Zuixin Garden. .
He took out a small bag of amethyst coins from his arms and threw them to the four guards beside the carriage, and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you guys. It's just a small thing. I'll give them some wine to warm themselves up."
Many people don't understand or know that Ye Qingkuang spends more time practicing than he spends resting and having fun. Only Ye Qingkuang himself knows. Why work so hard? Why work so hard
The building is called Baihua Building, located in the center of Cangcheng's Thirteenth Street, and is engaged in the leather and flesh business. The madam of the building is called Sister Feng. Although Sister Feng is old enough to be the mother of several children, she still looks like she is only twenty years old. Her pair of phoenix eyes are very attractive.
"Call me the person who delivered the message."
Many years ago, he knew that his father, the lord of Cangcheng City, was not happy even though he had incomparable strength and power. He knew that his father had been suppressed by a name all his life. When the owner of that name was alive, his father was so suppressed that he could not lift his head. However, after that person died so many years ago, he still suppressed his father like a mountain. It cannot be surpassed, at least not yet. The man died, the grandfather retired, and the father ascended to the throne. However, many people felt that the father's position was a bit far-fetched and embarrassing.
"Feng Niang, you're welcome." Xue Wuhen nodded lightly, not taking it seriously. This kind of flattery was quite comfortable to hear at first, but if you hear it every day, it would be a bit boring.
There was a sudden knock on the door, and Xue Wuhen was a little angry. She turned to look at Sister Feng next to her, with a hint of blame in her eyes. Sister Feng quickly bowed to apologize and opened the door, and immediately there was a low voice of conversation outside the door.
Ye Qingxie was also a little nervous, not because he was afraid of being discovered, but because this place was a bit remote and no one came so early. I was nervous because it was my first time to do something like this, using such a dishonorable method, and I felt an inexplicable feeling in my heart.
"Yes." Ye Qinghan nodded lightly, seeming a little uncomfortable with the changes in the door gods, but without stopping, he quickly walked towards his small courtyard.
"These are ten bottles of top-grade Snow Spirit Pill, the same grade as last time." Xue Wuhen said nothing, took out ten white jade bottles from his arms and placed them on the table.
"I'm not worried about anything else. I'm just afraid that Ye Qinghan, Ye Qingyu's brother, has a temper as fierce as a wild horse. You saw it last time on Niulan Street. Then I'm afraid that he will go to the elders. The hall is causing trouble." Ye Qingkuang sighed, expressing some embarrassment.
Xue Wuhen looked at the door of the building. The warblers and swallows kept winking at him. From time to time, they shook the naked white on their chests, smiled slightly, and nodded lightly from time to time. He waved the folding fan in his hand.
The eight door gods, wearing thick armor and heavy eyelids, fought hard in front of the city lord's palace. Only the sound of rapid horse hooves disturbed their drowsiness. The eight of them woke up at the same time and shouted loudly.
You must know that after a warrior reaches the general realm, he needs to accumulate a lot of fighting spirit before he can advance to a higher realm. Where does the fighting spirit come from? That requires diligent practice and a lot of pills. Although the Ye family has elixirs, they are not as good as the Xue family's Snow Spirit Pill. And unlike Xue Wuhen, who had been directly appointed as the young patriarch, the first heir and the young patriarch looked similar, but in fact there was a big difference in treatment.
"Okay, you three go down. Sister Feng will arrange for them to have fun for two days." Xue Wuhen has regained his composure since Niu Jin and the others came in. Although there was a huge wave in his heart, he could only suppress it. Coming down, in front of the servants, he needed to be calm, and he had to be calm.
"A few losers." Xue Wuhen cursed in a low voice and got into a building.
"This is a secret book of emperor-level combat. It's just broken. Let's give it to Kuang Shao as well." Xue Wuhen smiled coldly in his heart and threw out a bronze-skinned book. Of course he knew that Ye Qinghan was Ye Qingyu's brother. He also knew that Ye Qinghan was not only as hot-tempered as Ye Qingyu, but his fighting power was probably even stronger than Ye Qingyu's. If it weren't for Ye Qinghan, he wouldn't have thrown away such a priceless emperor-level combat secret.
"No news from Mancheng?"
After a long time, Xue Wuhen suddenly spoke, his voice cold and cold.
"You're welcome, young master." The four guards and one coachman nodded with a smile, turned and left, with a polite and respectful tone.
The door was pushed open again, and Sister Feng walked in with a serious expression, and said, "It seems that this mission can only be carried out in advance, and it is best tonight."
It's just that her phoenix eyes are not only beautiful, but also good at seeing people. At this time, she was swaying downstairs. From a distance, she saw the three people from Xue Wuhen who had just entered the door. A pair of phoenix eyes suddenly lit up. She opened her mouth and spit out a voice that was more pleasant than an oriole: "Hey, I'm so old today. I had long heard the magpies chirping non-stop, so I didn’t know what good things would happen, but now that I see Master Xue, I finally understand.”
The eight door gods stared at everything in front of them with their mouths open. Years of observing people's actions and emotions have trained them to have piercing eyes. They knew very well how expensive the carriage was, as well as the respectful words in the words of these obviously high-ranking guards. Looking at the still familiar yet unfamiliar Seventh Young Master, several people seemed to feel that he had changed slightly, but they couldn't tell what the specific changes were. I just vaguely felt that the sky above the seventh young master seemed to be changing.
The tea cup in his hand quietly fell to the ground and fell into pieces. Xue Wuhen opened her mouth wide, wanting to say something, but said nothing. Mr. Mo and Mr. Shi stared blankly at the tea leaves scattered on the ground like dragon tongues, silently digesting the profound meaning of this message.
"who!"
Xue Wuhen walked casually on Thirteenth Street out of boredom, with Old Shi and Old Mo closely following him. The night in Cangcheng was indeed beautiful, and the girls on Thirteenth Street were more enthusiastic than the brothels in Piaoxue City, but he was still a little bored and helpless.
"This..." Ye Qingkuang frowned slightly, staring at the white jade bottle on the table, feeling a little embarrassed: "I can understand Young Master Xue's mood, but... this matter is not easy to handle, mainly because that girl has a strong personality, and I Afraid of seeking death."
After reading through it quickly, Ye Qingkuang suddenly stood up and said to Xue Wuhen very seriously: "See you at the north gate of Cangcheng tomorrow morning."
The reason why he complicated a simple matter was that he didn't just go into the room and knock the girl inside unconscious and drink a few drops of three-day drunkenness. It's because of the careful instructions given by the master just now, or maybe because he thinks that doing so is in line with the behavior of people who walk in the dark.
After thinking for a long time, he stood up resolutely, said four words, then quickly opened the door and left in a hurry.
Niu Jin and the two accompanying intelligence officers were called in. Looking at the extremely handsome but calm-looking young man at the head, they quickly bowed and saluted. Then he described everything he saw, heard, and thought without skipping a beat, without adding any extravagance or omission. He knew that a wrong word could sometimes mean the disappearance of a life. He knew that the young man had this right and the ability.
"Oh? That's good!" Ye Qingkuang quickly signaled the servant to disappear, smiling sweetly. This was how Xue Wuhen talked to him last time, and he got ten bottles of Snow Spirit Pill. Although the matter didn't go well, Xue Wuhen was still very generous and didn't ask him for it. So when he saw Xue Wuhen's expression, he felt that something good was going to happen to him again, and he couldn't help but said excitedly: "You said, Mr. Xue's business is my business, and I will do whatever I can do."
Yejiabao, West Courtyard, Zuixin Garden.
The night in Cangcheng is still so beautiful and intoxicating. This ancient city that has stood to the south of the God of War Mansion for unknown years continues to exude its charming and desolate atmosphere.
"Young Master Xue, why are you in such a hurry?"
He has been living in Cangcheng for more than two months. There seems to be rumors in his family that he is a little dissatisfied and worried that he went out to practice on Thirteenth Street in Cangcheng this time. And there seemed to be some unfavorable rumors about him in Yejiabao, which were nothing more than lustful, dandy and the like.
The side door of the room suddenly opened, and Feng Niang's phoenix eyes flashed, she bowed, her face was serious, and there was no smell of dust at all.
"Oh? The Emperor's Secret Technique?" Ye Qingkuang's eyes were immediately attracted by this bronze book, and huge waves arose in his heart. Combat secrets are divided into four levels: human, king, emperor, and saint. Although he, Ye Qingkuang, is the eldest son of the family, he has not yet had the opportunity to learn any of the secrets of emperor-level combat. Today, he had an unexpected harvest. Although it was broken, it was really valuable.
"Action tonight."
With two of his men, he walked out of Zuixin Garden carrying a yellow jade bottle. The servant was given to him by his father, the city lord, and the jade bottle was ordered by his master to take with him. The destination of this trip was the east courtyard of the Ye family, a small, remote building.
"What's going on?" Xue Wuhen raised her eyebrows, having a bad premonition.
His master's name is Ye Qingkuang. Although there is only one word difference between his name and his master's name, their status, status and strength are completely different. He was the son of a small city lord and a collateral member of the family, but because of his decent martial arts talent, he was called into the core group at the age of fifteen. Then he joined Ye Qingkuang's command, and soon gained Ye Qingkuang's high trust, becoming his right-hand man, and his status in the family was even higher than that of his father, who was the lord of the small town.
"Xue Yi and the others are dead, and Ye Qinghan killed them alone. Moreover, Ye Qinghan is rushing back to Cangcheng at this time, and may be able to rush back tomorrow morning, so young master, if you insist on the mission, you must take action immediately." Sister Feng. He suppressed the horror in his heart and tried to speak calmly.
"Greetings to the young master."
"Squeak!"
"Good morning, Seventh Young Master." A door god said politely first, and a door god next to him quickly opened the door.
Ye Qingkuang, as the eldest son of the Ye family, was not like those ordinary young masters, squandering his youth and semen on Thirteenth Street. Nor is he like other dandy boys in Cangcheng who interpret the wealth and power of his family and his father's generation on certain occasions. Instead, he sat quietly in his yard, closed his eyes, and worked hard to cultivate his fighting spirit.
Half an hour later, dawn began to break, and the sky turned white. The girl opened the door on time and walked out, getting into the kitchen.
"I want to talk to you about something." Xue Wuhen looked a little anxious, stopped Ye's frivolous movements, and said softly.
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But he knew very well that his status was not because of his strength and his father, the lord of the small town, but because of Ye Qingkuang, so he had to work hard for Ye Qingkuang, so he had to get up earlier than a chicken today.
Holding a glass of water and a steamed bun, Ye Qingyu began to sit in the yard once a day, welcoming the rising sun and looking at the not-so-bright sky in the south.
Therefore, he must practice hard to make his father's position more stable and comfortable. And he, Ye Qingkuang, will one day surpass that person, shroud the entire Ye family's halo on himself, smash the mountain that holds his father to pieces with one punch, and let his name make the God of War Mansion and even Yanlong Continent famous. Tremble with it.
Ye Qinghan's face was a little pale. He was a little tired from traveling non-stop for several days, but he couldn't help but feel a little excited at the thought of seeing that frail figure soon. Stepping off the carriage and looking at the familiar door and the eight familiar door gods, he wanted to laugh loudly and say, "I, Hu Hansan, am back again," but he just thought about it, but still didn't say it.
He touched the knife in his arms. Although it was a fruit-cutting knife, it had successfully stunned those pesky thugs more than a month ago. The knife was still there, and she felt a little at ease, so she started to wash up, and took a look at the few steamed buns in the cupboard, thinking to herself, brother, if you don't come back today, I will only have one day of steamed buns to eat.
Ever since a man named Yehuang walked into this ancient city thousands of years ago and built the Yejia Fort, this ancient city has been firmly imprinted with the traces of the Yejia. Cangcheng belongs to the Ye family, and the Ye family belongs to Cangcheng.
"How can you be so embarrassed? The last matter hasn't been settled yet." Ye Qingkuang smiled sheepishly, but the heat in his eyes didn't seem to be concealed in the first place. This is good stuff. Last time I gave four bottles to Ye Rong, he was in pain for many days.
But only Mr. Shi and Mr. Mo around him knew that the young master really had no choice. If he didn't find something to do or show off, others would be more suspicious if he kept living in Yejiabao and Cangcheng. So for more than a month, the three of them seemed to have visited every building on Thirteenth Street, and they seemed to know the names of the red cards in each building by heart.