The strong wind blew, and soon after it stopped, it picked up again.
A middle-aged man was sitting in the corner, shivering from the cold. He had been rubbing his hands to keep warm, his eyes never leaving the Juhao Pavilion in front.
After waiting and waiting, a full hour passed before the lady who had just gone in came out.
The little maid helped Lin Qingfeng onto the sedan chair, then asked the bearers to hold the sedan chair steady before getting up and leaving.
The light inside the sedan was very dark. Lin Qingfeng looked at the banknote in her hand through the light from Juhao Pavilion. The more she looked at the amount on it, the more excited she became.
As expected, the money was generous, just the deposit alone was enough.
After the sedan slowly walked away, the middle-aged man got up and followed it.
"What do you think of this woman?" Tao Lan stood by the window and watched Lin Qingfeng's sedan leave.
Dingyun also looked over, paused, and said: "She is very cunning and treacherous. She does not take Madam seriously. Moreover, it is difficult to determine which of the words in her mouth are true."
"But she's very easy to use," Tao Lan said, looking at the sedan, "but if we can get a ride with Mrs. Zhao, we might be able to use it better than her."
"Yes, ma'am."
"What a pity," Tao Lan's eyebrows slightly closed, "Lin Qingfeng is already a perverse and difficult person. Maybe Mrs. Zhao will be an even harder person to deal with."
Dingyun nodded: "Yeah."
Tao Lan withdrew her gaze and was about to turn around. Then she paused and looked down again, her eyes falling on a middle-aged man.
"Who is that."
Dingyun looked over, observed for a while, and said, "It looks like he is following Lin Qingfeng."
"Follow him," Tao Lan's face turned cold, "Don't get discovered."
"yes."
The sedan didn't go far and stopped in front of a spacious and luxurious inn after crossing two long streets.
The little maid came out holding Lin Qingfeng's hand: "Miss, slow down."
The middle-aged man hid from a distance, watching them go in and the bearers carrying the sedan to leave. He waited for two more sticks of incense to confirm that she would not come out again, and then turned and walked away.
Really cold.
The middle-aged man tightened his grip and walked quickly towards the inner city.
It was still a long way from Lianfei Pavilion. He had to go to Lianfei Pavilion according to Shitou's instructions and explain to Lin Qingfeng in advance, and then he had to make a long circuit back home to sleep.
The cold wind blew one after another, and the lanterns on the street were swaying.
Several pieces of paper were blown from high places, and one piece of paper was stuck on the man's face.
He took it down and found the "Information to the World" again.
He casually crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it on the ground, and strode away. However, after thinking about it, he felt that it was a pity to throw it away like this. It could just be used as tissue paper to wipe his butt, so he folded it back.
He bent down to pick up the ball of paper, suddenly paused, and glanced forward from the corner of his eye.
There was a shadow at the corner of the street, with half of his clothes exposed. If the wind hadn't caused the clothes to flutter, he might not have noticed it.
The man quickly came to his senses, picked up the crumpled paper, unfolded it and smoothed it, folded it and stuffed it into his arms, then continued walking forward, at the same pace as before.
However, there was no change on his face, but he was very impatient in his heart.
Where are the patrol guards? Where are the patrol guards?
Thinking of the beggars who had been killed on the street before, he became more and more panicked.
It would definitely be impossible to take him back to Lianfei Pavilion. He saw a restaurant closing in front of him. He paused, then suddenly plucked up the courage and ran up: "Wait, Zhao Datou, I'm back!"
He quickly ran after him, and while the man was still confused, he dodged in.
"Who are you?" The guy looked at him.
"I'll tell you later, hush..." the middle-aged man said hurriedly.
He paused for a moment and turned around, only to see six or seven people in the lobby going upstairs. Looking back at him now, they were all tall men, and two of them looked exactly the same.
The middle-aged man was stunned and stood up straight.
"Who are you?" Pan Ping asked.
The middle-aged man licked his lower lips and pointed outside: "I, I was followed by someone. It was the person who killed those beggars before, so I ran in..."
Guo Ting paused and looked at Yang Guanxian.
Yang Guanxian turned to the men behind him and said, "Go and have a look."
"yes."
"Third brother," Yang Guanxian looked at Yang Changjun again, "tie this man up."
"Don't, don't!" the middle-aged man exclaimed in shock, "Why are you tying me up? I'm a good person... uh uh..."
His mouth was covered. Yang Changjun was the same size as Yang Guanxian, with a big belly, but his flesh had almost gained strength. He easily lifted up the middle-aged man, who was also quite large, and carried him to the backyard with his mouth covered.
"I'm sorry if I bumped in accidentally," Yang Guanxian walked upstairs, muttering as he walked, "If it's difficult to walk, come to me."
What's more, the people following him may not be those who kill beggars. Maybe this person is a gambler or someone seeking revenge from his enemies. If he runs in like this, he will directly bring trouble to both sides.
Don't even think about running away.
Entering the study, Pan Ping briefly talked about what happened after Lu Qianhai was sent to the government.
After receiving Zhao Xun's letter last night, they chose the latest time to go to Dingguogong's Mansion.
Duke Dingguo's mansion was too big, so they split up to look for it. As a result, because Yang Guanxian and Yang Changjun looked the same, Lu Qianhai's fragile nerves were completely broken and he went crazy.
"He won't live much longer," Guo Ting said. "Being scared to death like this, he doesn't know whether it's enough or not."
Yang Guanxian shook his head: "Far from enough."
The door to the study room was pushed open, and Yang Changjun walked in and said hurriedly: "Brother!"
Everyone turned around and saw that half of Yang Changjun's body was covered in blood.
"Are you okay?" Everyone quickly got up and went over.
"It's not my blood," Yang Changjun said hurriedly, "it's that man's. We captured him, and as soon as he was free, he committed suicide as quickly as possible without any hesitation."
"Suicide?" Yang Guanxian was stunned.
"Look at this," Yang Changjun handed over something, "Look!"
It was some broken silver, and a sharp dart. The sharp dart was wrapped in a piece of dry cloth. The color of the sharp dart was green under the candlelight, which was extremely unnatural.
Yang Guanxian reached out to pick it up, but Pan Ping quickly held down his arm: "Be careful, it may be poisonous."
"Yeah." Yang Guanxian responded, holding the dry cloth carefully.
But what he was looking at was not the dart, but the piece of dry cloth.
Throwing the dart into the ink bowl on the desk, Yang Guanxian carefully spread the dry cloth on the table to avoid the poison on it.
"What's wrong, Brother Yang?" Pan Ping asked in confusion.
"This piece of cloth," Yang Guanxian looked at it carefully by candlelight and said, "is not ours."
"Of course it's not ours." Pan Ping said with a frown.
"No, what I'm saying is, it's not from our Central Plains," Yang Guanxian rubbed his fingers next to the dry cloth and said, "The technology was learned from us. There were some changes after learning it, but you can still see the difference.
There is this pattern above…”
Saying that, Yang Guanxian suddenly turned around and walked to Duobao Pavilion to take down an exquisite small wooden box.
The small wooden box contained a wooden talisman brought back from the north by his second brother Yang Changshan, because he knew that Yang Guanxian was good at this.
Yang Guanxian placed the wooden tablet talisman on the table and compared the small bag containing the wooden tablet with the piece of cloth.
"Look!" Yang Guanxian said excitedly, "Isn't it very similar to the pattern of the needle and thread?"
"So," Guo Ting raised his head and said, "This person is most likely not from the Central Plains?"
"It should be from Beiyuan, and my third brother said that he didn't hesitate at all when he committed suicide. What do you think is possible?" Yang Guanxian said.
Pan Ping thought for a moment and said: "Well-trained, deep secrets."
"Yes," Yang Guanxian put down the cloth and kit in his hand and walked outside, "Come on, let's go and take a look and we'll find out!"
