Within a quarter of an hour, a head popped out of the door. The man stared at Zhao Changyuan with sleepy eyes for a few times, as if he didn't believe it. He rubbed his eyes and took a closer look, and then hurriedly reluctantly walked out of the door.
Move it out.
Zhao Changyuan could tell at a glance that the guy in this nightgown, with a swaying posture and a lazy and impatient expression, was the famous Pan Jingyuan, the evil young master.
"Eh? Let me tell you, Zhao Changyuan, why don't you let people sleep in the middle of the night?" Pan Ershao said, yawning at the same time.
Zhao Changyuan raised his chin and said coldly: "I'm not looking for you, I'm asking Pan Zhuqing to come out."
"Uh... ah? Are you looking for my elder brother? Hey, you told me earlier, he's not here." When Mr. Pan said this, he almost fell asleep leaning against the door.
"Not here? You're back, how can he not be here?" Zhao Changyuan mocked him with a sullen expression, seeming a little impatient.
"Hey, he really isn't here. If he were here, what would I be talking nonsense to you here, grandpa?" After Pan Ershao finished speaking impatiently, he caught a glimpse of the soldiers behind Zhao Changyuan looking at him with unhappy expressions. He knew
His words "grandpa" were a little offending.
"Since you said that, I just have to go in and search to find out." As soon as Zhao Changyuan got out of bed, he found someone to ask people in the Yang family for all the details of the day Yang Yiyi disappeared. He was almost certain that Yang Yiyi's disappearance was related to Pan Zhuqing.
Related. Now that Pan Zhuqing didn't even look at him, he was even more certain of this fact. So when he came today, he wouldn't be easily turned away by a few words.
When Master Pan heard that he was going to search his house, all his sleepiness disappeared in an instant. He stared at Zhao Changyuan, who was riding high on the horse, and said angrily: "Ha? Are you stupid or crazy? Are you stupid or crazy? We are a high-ranking official.
Can you, a fourth-grade military general, search the mansion? Do you have a search warrant? Please show me!"
Zhao Changyuan did not answer his words. He just narrowed his eyes, raised his chin, and shouted loudly: "Crossbowmen, come forward and listen to the order!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a group of people cheered down from the team behind him and lined up beside him. They were familiar with bows and arrows. In an instant, dots of fire were riding on the ends of the arrows, looking up at the most beautiful angle.
The night sky...yes, this is the rhythm of setting fire to the house!
The guards of Pan's house and Young Master Pan were both stunned with fear.
Pan Ershao asked in disbelief: "You! You! What do you want to do!"
Zhao Changyuan replied calmly: "I will count to three. If you don't open the door and let us in, I will immediately order the arrows to be fired!"
"you dare!"
"one!"
"Zhao Changyuan, you are fucking crazy!"
"two!"
"I……"
"three!"
The heads of the crossbowmen, which had been casually lowered, were raised instantly, their eyes were sharp, and they were ready to go.
With an expressionless expression, Zhao Changyuan raised one hand and slowly raised it in the air, his lips slightly parted...
"I'll open the door, I'll open the door... don't shoot the arrow! Don't shoot the arrow!" Young Master Pan was so frightened that he almost collapsed to the ground and quickly ordered the guards to open the door and let them pass. This pretty boy was simply crazy!
He was right. Zhao Changyuan was really crazy at this time. At first, he had almost given up on himself and allowed his life and death to be arranged by fate. It was not until the casual conversation outside the door that he realized that he had been deep in love until his death.
His beloved wife actually ran away with another man while he was dying. All jealousy, shame, and resentment were not enough to describe his feelings. There was only one word to describe his current state of mind and behavior, and that was "crazy"
". Otherwise, he would not have dispatched elite soldiers from the garrison camp to raid the mansion of a powerful official of the dynasty in the middle of the night just as he had the strength to control the horse. He was too lazy to think about the consequences. He just wanted to find Pan Zhuqing and Yang Yiyi as soon as possible, even if they were killed in the end.
The result was that all three parties were destroyed.
The army quickly entered the Pan family's mansion. Zhao Changyuan stood in the courtyard and ordered his soldiers: "No corners should be spared!"
The army swarmed into every corner of Pan's mansion like a tide.
Young Master Pan stood next to Zhao Changyuan, with his back hunched over, pointing at him and yelling with a sharp voice and bared teeth: "Zhao, you are having a great time today! I tell you, as soon as daybreak, grandpa, I will report to the official.
I’ll make you walk around without being able to eat!”
Zhao Changyuan turned to look at him and said lightly: "It's up to you."
In order to ensure the rigor of this raid, Zhao Changyuan ordered a group of archers and crossbowmen to completely surround the Pan family mansion before entering the mansion. No one could inform him or move reinforcements to disturb his search this time.
The quiet and peaceful Pan family mansion was disturbed by the firelight as dense as stars and the thunderous sound of military boots on the ground tonight. The servants had been awakened one after another, and stumbled up from their sleeping beds and ran out of the bedroom.
They crowded together in panic, silently guessing various reasons in their hearts, conveying each other's nervousness and panic with their eyes and facial expressions.
The soldiers were ordered to find Pan Zhuqing, and no one else would be harmed at all. So they just held up torches and passed by groups of servants in silence, while carefully identifying the faces of these servants one by one.
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No matter how big Pan's mansion was, it could not withstand the earth-shaking searches of so many soldiers. Within an hour, the soldiers returned to Zhao Changyuan one after another and reported to him the fact that nothing was found.
"Have you searched all places?" Zhao Changyuan frowned slightly and spoke sternly.
"Yes, General! We have carefully searched every room here and every corner of the garden. There is indeed no trace of Master Pan."
Young Master Pan was on the side as if he had been given a shot of blood: "I told you that he is not here, but he is not here, and I don't know if you are deaf! You surnamed Zhao are so crazy, you will go to jail just waiting for you!"
Zhao Changyuan seemed as if he hadn't heard anything. He lowered his head and thought in silence for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked him: "Does your elder brother have a private garden?"
Pan E saw that he was so persistent, and he was so angry that all his features were tangled together: "What...what? Bieyuan? I said, are you done yet? He is an upright official! He has a small salary and doesn't have that kind of thing!"
Zhao Changyuan stared at him for a while, making him feel hairy all over, and took a few steps back unconsciously: "You... what do you want to do? Want to hit someone?"
"Who is the person next to Pan Zhuqing?" Zhao Changyuan ignored Master Pan and turned to the group of servants around him and asked.
At first no one responded, everyone bowed their heads and remained silent. Suddenly a loud voice in the army shouted: "If you don't speak, you will all be tied up!" Several soldiers responded and took a false step forward.
The slaves were so frightened that they huddled together, and several pointed at one of them, a thin boy who was shaking like chaff: "It's him."
Zhao Changyuan walked up to the man and glanced at him. Although his expression was cold, his tone was gentler: "Where is Pan Zhuqing's villa?"
"Go back... back to the general, I don't know." In his impression, Zhao Changyuan was as gentle as a white rabbit. He was polite and courteous to everyone. But today, he didn't even raise his head to look at him.
He didn't even have the courage to take a glance. Just standing next to him, he could feel waves of evil energy evaporating from this young general's body.
"What's your name?" Zhao Changyuan's voice sounded above his head, so faint that it was impossible to hear the emotion in it. (To be continued)