Jiang Pingsheng returned to the study and sat down.
Zhuang and Jiang Mu followed, and Jiang Pingsheng said coldly: "Get out."
He looked really angry.
Mr. Zhuang frowned and said, "Master, please be alone for a while. I'll take Mu'er to eat first."
"Go ahead."
"Let's go." Mr. Zhuang looked at Jiang Mu.
There were only two candles lit in the study, and the light was dim. Jiang Pingsheng did not move for a long time, until the voice of the attendant came from outside: "Master."
"Come in."
The attendant pushed the door in, closed it softly, and came over and said, "Master, it's true. Several women saw it. The big man looked fierce, and the knife in his hand was sharp and bright."
Jiang Pingsheng leaned back and let out a long sigh.
"Master, what is this?" The attendant also sighed.
"It won't be like this for no reason," Jiang Pingsheng said, looking at the roof beams above. "Jiang Pingdai must have done something."
The attendant paused and said: "Master, with all due respect, the second master is a shameless person. He usually doesn't hide anything from adults. Whether he loses money in gambling or sleeps with a woman, he can't afford to pay."
He will tell anyone who comes back to ask for money. This time he is secretive and does not let you know, and he also wants to kill people and silence them. Maybe it will be a big deal."
Jiang Pingsheng's eyes darkened and he thought quietly.
After a while, Jiang Pingsheng stood up and walked outside, saying: "Prepare the sedan!"
The attendant was stunned for a moment, then followed him: "Sir, where are you going so late?"
"Go back to the Household Office," Jiang Pingsheng said coldly, "I'm going to sleep there tonight and won't be back for the next few days. You send someone to tell Madam, and keep an eye on Jiang Pingdai and don't let him escape."
As he spoke, Jiang Pingsheng strode away.
Jianghei Dai lay on the bed uncomfortably, and his stomach began to growl.
He called several times for someone to come in and untie him, but no one paid any attention to him. He asked someone to bring some food in, but the people outside also remained silent.
Jiang Pingdai angrily kicked the bed frame with his foot, causing the whole big bed to shake.
After a long time, he fell asleep and was suddenly slapped on the face.
The blow was so hard that Jiang Pingdai was stunned.
Opening his eyes, a big man stood beside his bed in the darkness, his voice cold: "Are you awake?"
"Who are you?" Jiang Pingdai asked unconsciously, then he realized and his eyes widened, "Someone is coming, come..."
A big ball of cloth was instantly stuffed in, blocking his mouth tightly.
"Uh-huh...uh-huh!" Jiang Pingdai twisted and struggled crazily.
Pang Yi carried him on his shoulders and walked towards the door.
The servants guarding the door were tied into a ball and sat on the ground facing outside, with cloth balls stuffed in their mouths, making hesitant nasal noises.
Zhi Changle stood in front of them, holding a big knife in his hand. When Pang Yi came out with Jiang Ping on his back, Zhi Changle pointed at them with his thumb: "This person was kidnapped by us."
The servants struggled excitedly.
"Hmph." Zhi Changle snorted coldly, carrying the knife and keeping up with Pang Yi without squinting and walking non-stop.
An hour later, the cellar door opened. Lu Qianhai looked up and saw a figure being thrown down in the darkness, and then the cellar door closed again.
"Who?" Lu Qianhai asked cautiously in a low voice.
Jiang Pingdai was thrown very painfully, and it took him a long time to recover. His mouth was stuffed with a ball of cloth and he couldn't speak. He could only move his body to find a relatively comfortable position.
He opened his eyes in the darkness, looking confused and frightened, and finally looked towards the corner where the sound had just come from.
Where is this place, who are they, and who is that person?
Is he really finished...
The night was getting darker and darker, and the watchman passed by banging his clapper.
The patrol guards on the street held their torches high and waited solemnly.
There were almost no beggars on the roadside, not a single passerby. It was extremely quiet. The watchman walked carefully and tried his best to walk towards the light of the patrol guard.
Xia Zhaoyi was sitting on the roof of Taipingju, the No. 1 restaurant in Jingzhao, with a small bow behind her back.
The moon was bright and clear, and the visibility was excellent. However, the wind at high altitudes was too cold, fast and strong.
After seeing some white clothes hanging out in the distance, Xia Zhaoyi felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, she likes to do everything by herself and doesn't like to trouble others, especially the various things she is doing now, which may affect their lives if she is not careful.
Today was a day of hard work and exhaustion for them.
Xia Zhaoyi withdrew his gaze and stood up, jumped down from the eaves nimbly, climbed on the outer wall of the restaurant, dropped to the ground a few times, and walked towards the Jing'an Marquis Mansion.
Tao Daizhuo has completely hidden in the south of the Yangtze River, and only a few servants are left to take care of the Jing'an Marquis Mansion in Beijing.
However, in a small courtyard with three entrances across the street to the southwest of Jing'an Marquis Mansion, the people living there also have the same surname of Tao.
The night was silent, the wind howled and the trees swayed, and the moonlight filled the street, creating clear shadows all over the street.
Xia Zhaoyi really didn't want to come here, she was afraid that the anger she would generate would engulf her, even though she knew very well that Tao Lan's family should not be innocently involved.
The wind got stronger and stronger, causing her hair to dance wildly.
Xia Zhaoyi climbed over the courtyard wall and landed lightly. Then she looked around in the moonlight. The furnishings in the courtyard were simple but very clean.
She went through each one and found an empty miscellaneous room in the backyard.
Xia Zhaoyi opened the door softly and went in. After a while, a fire came out of the miscellaneous room, and it burned bigger and bigger. The fire quickly spread on the dry things in late autumn.
Xia Zhaoyi came out carrying a vase she found in the miscellaneous room. After climbing up the eaves, she threw the vase to the ground, and the sound of shattering was loud and clear in the night.
"It's on fire! It's on fire! Put out the fire!" the girl's voice screamed.
The sleeping people were awakened one after another. The door of the nearest bedroom was opened, and they were shocked: "It's on fire! Put out the fire quickly! It's on fire!"
More and more people came running, shouting to put out the fire. Some went to fetch water, while others went to get brooms to put out the fire.
The nearby houses woke up due to the noise and ran to help.
Mrs. Jiang stood outside the crowd with her clothes on and the support of a maid. Looking at the blazing fire, she was so anxious that she almost cried.
Seeing Tao Ding and Tao Mao running over with buckets, she hurriedly asked the maid to pull them, and said hurriedly: "Go and pull the young master, don't get too tired, don't get burned!"
"Mrs. Tao." The girl's clear milky voice suddenly sounded.
Jiang raised his head following the sound, and many people looked over.
On the opposite eaves, a petite figure of a girl stood, with her hands behind her back, her head tilted slightly, and she said with a smile: "Mrs. Tao, good evening."
"Who are you!" Tao Ding stepped forward and cursed.
"Guess?" the girl said with a smile, raising her hand from behind, holding a small crossbow with an arrow on the string, and pointed it at Jiang.
Everyone screamed, and many people hid aside.
Jiang's face turned pale with fright.
The girl narrowed her bright eyes, loosened her fingers, and the crossbow arrow shot towards Jiang, hitting her left shoulder blade and causing her to fall backwards.
