In the palace of King Zhao of the Kingdom of Jin, these worshipers came from all over the world, and they were all dominating figures.
Although they have a lot of contact with each other on weekdays, it is difficult to have a deep friendship with them, and there is no lack of intrigues between them, especially towards the young Master Ouyang.
Mr. Ouyang, named Ouyang Ke, is young, less than thirty years old. He comes from Baituo Mountain in the Western Region. He is the young master of Baituo Villa. He is really good at martial arts. The most important thing is that he has an uncle, Ouyang.
Feng, known as "Xi Du" in the world, is one of the top martial arts masters today, with outstanding martial arts skills and cruelty.
The excellent backstage background has created Ouyang Ke's arrogant character. There are many girls from good families who are flirting with women all day long. Naturally, there is an invisible boundary between those worshippers and Ouyang Ke.
After all, Ouyang Ke was a smart man. Although he was also interested in the Guo Jing and Guo Mo brothers, he did not want to be used as a gunman. Hearing "Thousand Hands Massacre" Peng Lianhu's squeeze, he shook his folding fan lightly and ignored it.
Wanyan Honglie and his son, seeing the awkward situation, hurriedly picked up the wine glass to smooth things over: "You are all heroes of the moment. Xiao Wang has the honor to work with you, and I feel really honored. Come, come, let's drink this cup together."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a noise outside. A guard was interrogating someone. It was not long before a dwarf ran in and shouted in despair: "Master, something bad has happened. It's all over."
"Old Monster Shenshan" took a look and realized that this was not his apprentice. He might have been running in a hurry and fell down a few times. Some patches on his body were dry and some were wet. He looked as embarrassed as he wanted.
"Old Monster Shenshan" gets angry every time he sees him. Even though he is not the best in martial arts here, he always pays attention to his image. Others are always fighting and killing. In recent years, he has...
On the contrary, I became more and more fond of searching for elixirs and refining medicines, with a rhythm of wanting to ask questions, and I really regarded myself as an "old immortal in the mountains".
How could he not be angry when he saw his disciple acting like this in front of everyone: "Disciple, how can you behave in such a panic? If you have something to do, please tell me slowly."
The short apprentice calmed down and said, "Master, someone just broke into the 'medicine storehouse' without authorization and stole a lot of the medicine that was brought back during the day."
"Old Monster Shenshan" was startled, but soon returned to normal, "We got back all the antidote medicinal materials, thinking of luring the snake out of the hole and catching the turtle in the jar, but we didn't expect that the medicine was stolen silently."
"Master...Master, not only were those medicines stolen, but your...that 'treasure snake' that I had raised for ten years was also stolen." The short apprentice's voice became lower and lower as he spoke.
"What?" "Old Monster Shenshan" stood up, walked to the short apprentice in a few steps, and picked him up, "What did you say? Say it again."
This frightened the short apprentice, "Master...Master, I mean that your 'treasure snake' that you have raised for ten years has also been stolen."
"Trash, you can't even look at a snake, what use do I have for you?" The "Old Monster of Shenshan" was extremely angry, and he didn't care about his shame. He raised his palms and wanted to kill this apprentice.
"Thousand-Hand Man-Slaughter" Peng Lianhu hurriedly came from the side, "Brother Shen, please calm down your anger first and let me ask you a question." Originally, the strategy of using antidote medicinal materials to lure the bait was "Thousand-Hand Man-Slaughter"
"Peng Lianhu gave it. Now that the plan has failed, Peng Lianhu can't help it.
"Let me ask you, when did you discover that the medicinal materials were stolen? Where were you at that time? How long has it been until now?" Peng Lianhu of "Thousand Hands Massacre" asked.
Just now, the "Old Monster from the Mountain" was really anxious. The short apprentice really felt that death was so close. Now, when he heard "Thousand-Faced Man Slaughter" Peng Lianhu ask him like this, how could he dare to tell the truth?
"I...I just had a stomachache, so I went to the toilet. It only took two-quarters of an hour to go back and forth. When I came back, I found that the medicinal materials were missing and the 'Precious Snake' was also lost." The short apprentice, but not
I dare to say that I was knocked unconscious. I thought, two quarters of an hour, probably more than two hours.
Peng Lianhu of "Thousand Hands Man Slaughter" stopped asking questions, "Your Majesty, everyone, the time of two quarters of an hour may be shorter. The thief may still be in Prince Zhao's mansion. Let's search it again and maybe we can still catch him."
Wanyan Honglie nodded in agreement and arranged for the guards to conduct a search of the palace. Everyone had no intention of eating or drinking, and went out to help. If the visitor was still in the palace, it would not be something ordinary soldiers could handle.
It can be regarded as a "accidental attack". When Prince Zhao's Mansion began to search the whole house, Yang Tiexin also stayed in Bao Xiruo's house for a long time. Hearing the noise of people outside, the two of them turned off the lights and did not dare to say anything.
"The princess is inside, you go search elsewhere." Just then, the young prince Wan Yankang arrived and shouted away everyone.
Wan Yankang originally wanted to follow him, but when he thought that since he was here, he stopped by to say hello to his mother. He said that his mother was usually up at this time, so why did she turn off the lights early today?
"Mom, are you asleep? I'm Kang'er." Wanyan Kang came to the door and called softly.
No one answered in the room, but there seemed to be a panicked sound, and the sound came from the middle of the three tile-roofed houses, not the east bedroom.
"I'm in the middle room, but the lights are turned off?" Wan Yankang obviously felt something was wrong. He hurriedly raised his voice and said, "Mom, have you gone to bed? My son has something to say to you."
"Yes...it's Kang'er? Mom has gone to bed. If you have anything to say, let's talk about it tomorrow." Bao Xiruo's voice came out, intending to persuade Wanyan Kang to leave.
Who knew it would be better not to answer? With this answer, Wanyankang could not leave at all, "Yes, the sound came from the room in the middle."
"Mom, if there is something important, I must make it clear to you tonight. Please turn on the light and I will come in right away."
Seeing that her son kept insisting, Bao Xiruo had no choice but to say: "Then wait a moment and let mother get dressed." Then, he lit the oil lamp, gently opened the closet door, and motioned with his eyes to let Yang go.
Tiexin hid inside.
When Yang Tiexin heard that the person coming outside was his son, he had the intention to open the door and acknowledge Bao Xiruo, but when he saw Bao Xiruo's pleading eyes, he had to suppress the impulse and turned around and hid in the closet.
After seeing everything in place, Bao Xiruo came to the door and opened it gently.
Wanyankang ducked in, took a look into the room, and found that mother was alone. There were several sets of blue men's clothes on the table in the room. Wanyankang knew that they were made by mother.
It's just that the iron gun that was originally hung on the wall was thrown on the ground casually. It was an object that my mother cared about very much. I accidentally took it out for play once, which made my mother angry for a long time. Now it was actually thrown on the ground.
On the ground?
"Kang'er, what happened outside just now? It was a mess." Bao Xiruo asked without saying anything.
"There was a thief in the house tonight, and we are searching. Mom, you didn't find anyone suspicious here, right?" Wan Yankang looked around the room again, and his eyes fell on the wardrobe behind Bao Xiruo.
A piece of dark gray coarse cloth leaked out from the gap in the wardrobe door.