Chapter 505: How can a little guard like him know what the Prime Minister is going to do?
As the night fell, Chen Ping returned to his house.
Escape was a long-established plan, and today's escape was a temporary decision.
Even he himself doesn't know the time to escape. This is the safest time.
Push open the door to the living room and open the box under the bed.
The glittering golden light, brilliant jewels, colored glaze, agate, pearls and beautiful jade are almost blinding.
These are the treasures rewarded by King Bao of Wei. He spent a lot and still has so much left.
Chen Pingping was expressionless and moved quickly. He took the largest and most inconspicuous ten pieces of gold and put it into his arms. He turned around and left, leaving the treasure box wide open. He discarded these treasures and delicacies like worn-out shoes without any trace of nostalgia.
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As long as he, Chen Ping, is here, the foreign objects discarded today will be returned tenfold and a hundredfold in the future.
He walked to the bed and took out a sheathed dagger from under the pillow.
Unsheath the scope, the cold light is uncertain.
Pull a strand of hair and blow it gently to make two sections.
Chen Ping nodded, this was his dagger and it had not been swapped.
Holding the dagger tightly, he walked quickly towards the door, closing the door lightly.
Turning a corner, I walked to the east wing where the maid slept, and knocked on the door lightly, but no one answered.
Chen Ping inserted the dagger into the crack of the door. After sensing the resistance, he raised it slightly.
Boom~
A muffled sound was particularly loud in this quiet night.
Zhiqua~
Chen Ping pushed open the door and entered, and there were six even breathing sounds in the room.
With the help of the moonlight, we can see six beautiful girls in the room. The mature woman is lying on the bed, with a smile on her lips, sleeping soundly.
A girl with a mole in the corner of her eye smacked her lips. She didn't know whether she was dreaming of eating delicious food or dreaming of meeting her lover and kissing her lips.
A piece of wood one foot long was placed in front of the door. The muffled sound just now was the sound of the door latch hitting the ground.
Such a sound, such a quiet night, yet not one of the six maids woke up.
Chen Ping was not surprised, this was done by him.
As early as eight days ago, he was ready to escape at any time, and would add sweet dreams to his servants' meals every night.
Eat sweet dreams and sleep until dawn.
Looking at the six maids who were sleeping unconsciously, Chen Ping showed a hint of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. What kind of sweet dream induces it, isn't it just the sweat medicine?
How can a noble name cover up the dirty things he has done? These nobles are really funny.
Unlike Chen Ping, he really did good deeds and let these servants have a sweet dream in the last moments of their lives.
After thinking about some miscellaneous things to relieve his tension, Chen Ping held a dagger and walked up to a maid who kicked off the quilt to reveal her plump figure.
He covered the maid's mouth with his left hand, held a dagger in his right hand, and struck hard and quickly on the maid's snow-white and slender neck.
Blood flew out, the plump maid twitched violently, and her dream of dying was shattered!
Chen Ping exerted force with his left hand, his face expressionless, and his heart was as calm as his face.
He knew that the maid was not conscious, she was just an instinctive struggle at the end of her life.
When he kills a pig, no matter how much perspiration medicine is applied to the pig, if the butcher's knife penetrates the pig's heart, the pig's four front and rear legs will inevitably kick.
Sure enough, the blood was still spurting out, and the plump maid made no movement.
Chen Ping took the knife and looked at it. The blade was still shining, with no trace of blood on it, and he chuckled.
"It kills people without showing blood. It is indeed a good knife."
Following the same pattern, after killing six people in a row, he went to the servants' room opposite and killed eight more servants.
Then there are the concierges, housekeepers...
Coming out of the house where the cook slept, Chen Ping felt calm and relaxed. This was the last person he killed.
Without wisdom, no matter how advanced your martial arts skills are, you are just an ordinary person.
The power can destroy mountains and shake mountains, but it is no match for a pack of Mongolian sweat medicine.
He dusted off the non-existent dust on his clothes and checked for blood.
Although with his many years of experience in killing pigs, he can be sure that all the blood has been completely avoided, but what if?
The more critical the situation is, the more careful you must be and the less panic you must have.
He was covered in white clothes, and under the cold light, he looked like he was wearing a layer of snow.
I walked to the stable and took a gray horse that was neither tall nor short and looked very ordinary.
This gray horse is not the most impressive horse in the stable, nor is it the fastest, nor is it the one with the longest endurance, it is just an ordinary horse that ranks seventh or eighth among the nine horses in the stable.
Chen Ping led the horse out and piled the best hay in front of the gray horse. The gray horse ate it happily.
Chen Ping waited patiently.
If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it. This is the simplest truth, and people understand it.
Touching the horse's mane, Chen Ping showed no fear in the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion where there were ghosts of innocent people in almost every room.
He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods, not even since he was a child.
He did not grow up to be fourteen or fifteen years old from birth and share meat with the villagers. He had a young age, a father and an mother, and good farmland at home.
It was just that when I was nine years old, my fertile land was usurped by the village chief's nephew. My father was beaten to death for asking for the land. My mother couldn't bear the life of no land and no men, so she left him and remarried to the next village.
If there is a ghost, his father should turn into a ghost and take revenge.
If there is a god, thunder should strike the village chief's nephew on the head.
He waited for twelve years, but nothing came.
A few days ago, he returned with Qi Dagong, and took the three hundred warriors given by Wei Bao to personally send the village chief's nephew on the road. Along the way, he razed three other clans and slaughtered the ignorant hometown.
The gray horse was full, drank water, and rubbed its head against Chen Ping.
Chen Ping got on his horse and swaggered out of the Prime Minister's Mansion with a natural demeanor, just like he did when he went to Qi State some time ago.
At that time, he was not taken seriously by Wei Bao. He only had one horse at home, the gray horse under his lap.
Taking his time, he wandered to the city gate.
He confidently ordered the city gate guards to open the city gate.
The city gate guard did not ask the reason, opened the city gate a crack, and waited with eager and respectful bow.
When Chen Ping rode his horse by, he threw it casually, and the guard took it with his hand.
I didn't have time to see what it was, so I bowed slightly.
"Thank you, Prime Minister, for the reward."
This is very common for soldiers. The Prime Minister will go out hunting once every two or three days, and every time he goes to and from the city gate, he will be rewarded.
Everyone from the top of the Liang Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, down to the bottom of the army, knew that Chen Ping spent lavishly. This matter was just like the king's trust in the prime minister, everyone knew it.
When the sound of the horse's hooves subsided, the guard carefully looked at the object in his hand through the faint moonlight. He was immediately overjoyed. This was actually a piece of gold!
Apart from being happy, he couldn't help but sigh.
It would be great if he could go to the Prime Minister's house, even as a servant. The Prime Minister's casual reward would be many times higher than his salary.
The guard's mind was filled with envy for the people under the Prime Minister's residence, and he had no questions about what the Prime Minister was doing out so late at night.
How could a little guard like him know what the Prime Minister was going to do?
Although the city gate is not allowed to be opened at night, this prime minister is the most trusted by the king.
Go out of the city gate and walk slowly for more than three miles.
Chen Ping thought to himself that after another seventy steps, he galloped all the way eastward to join Qi State.
Among the dry branches in the forest, a figure suddenly flashed past, and its sound was faint.
"Daliang is heavily guarded. I was worried about how to fulfill your Majesty's order and bring you back to Xianyang alive. I didn't expect you to come out on your own."