Chapter 117 The sound of the horn in the eternal night speaks sadly to itself
Just when Jiang Wen sneaked into Jipi Alley, even accidentally broke into the White Lotus Sect stronghold, and overheard confidential information, two drunkards woke up one after another tonight.
In the dimly lit Fuwei Escort Agency, Lin Zhennan slowly woke up from his drunken state. The numerous memories in his drunken dreams gave him a splitting headache, and he finally dispersed the last traces of sleepiness.
The head of the escort agency, who was majestic and graceful during the day, once again realized the inconvenience of having no one to take care of him at home. The cup of sobering hot tea that used to be placed by the bedside was already something far away in his memory.
He struggled and pushed open the door.
"Chief escort, what are your orders?"
The big man at the door was startled by Lin Zhennan, who had a dark complexion, and asked with his hands crossed in half-shock and half-fear.
Lin Zhennan opened the door and saw Shi Biaotou, who was escorting the escort from far away, and his confidants walking into the compound.
"... Mr. Shi, ask the chef to make me a bowl of hangover soup."
After giving a casual instruction, he sat back in the main room, thinking hard about what important thing he had forgotten because of his drunkenness.
Lin Zhennan twisted his beard and thought, and finally slapped the table for a long time, remembering something he had forgotten - Jipi Lane.
He knew that the secrets there were very dangerous. Once they were spread, it would be as weird as anything that happened in the Three Mountains and Two Towers...
Lin Zhennan, who was still thinking, pushed the door open again and bumped the head of Shi Biao, who was approaching politely with hot soup. The bowl of hot soup splashed out, leaving only the soup base.
"Ouch, Chief Escort, please be careful not to burn yourself!"
Captain Shi was always a little afraid of his boss who was calm and self-assertive. After standing firm, he quickly reflected on himself.
But Lin Zhennan's mind was racing at this time, countless plans flashed through his mind, trying his best to fight against the hangover. He simply picked up the soup bowl, poured the remaining hangover soup into his mouth, and then moved toward
Head Guard Shi said.
"Boss Shi, take the bodyguard you just returned with, and then go to the front yard to wake up the four bodyguards Zheng, Cui, Ji, and Di, order the 80th man of the bodyguard bureau, and head to Jipi Lane immediately!"
Captain Shi was startled by this order and asked quickly.
"Chief escort, are you... not going to be too aggressive... I'm afraid the people in the street will murmur..."
Lin Zhennan said in a deep voice: "This is based on the oral order of Prince Jingnan, ordering the Fuwei Escort Agency to take over Jipi Lane immediately. Just go and give the order immediately!"
Seeing Lin Zhennan's tone of voice that he could not refuse, the courage of Shi's questioning just now was almost exhausted, so he simply kept silent, clasped his fists and walked to the front yard.
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Lin Zhennan suddenly spoke again, "Let's see if Mr. Huang, the accountant, is back. Call him too."
The confusion in Captain Shi's eyes became more obvious, but he still followed the instructions and walked out quickly.
In the cold night, the moon is thick, and the mulberry locust trees in the courtyard of the Escort Bureau are covered with shadows. The short shadows are silent because of the stone-locked wooden figures placed everywhere. Only the rustling sound of the cold wind comes close to the roof tiles, showing that
Lin Zhennan felt uneasy in his heart at this moment.
"Dad, you're awake."
Lin Xiu opened the door from his room, wearing underwear and rubbing his eyes.
When Lin Zhennan saw his son, his uncertain expression softened a little, and he returned to his majestic, calm and worldly demeanor during the day, and said to Lin Xiu.
"Xiu'er, go and have a rest. The escort team is gathering tonight. You and Yueru must stay in the house and are not allowed to run around."
Lin Xiu heard the sound of gathering in the outer courtyard, which was almost like a deserted street, and imitated his father's solemnity on his still slightly immature face.
"Don't worry dad, I'm behind the escort agency for everything."
The calm and calm look of Mr. Lin's escort actually made Lin Zhennan feel a little relieved.
"It's not that serious. Your father and I have been planning for so long, and there are still many things to do in Fuzhou. Just stay calm and take care of the brothers brought by your master. Don't let Zilu come back to find fault with me."
Lin Xiu looked at the east wing in surprise. The light was still on in the room where Jiang Wen lived, and he could even see a figure reflected in the window. But why was his father so sure that Master Jiang was gone?
Lin Zhennan waved his hand.
"You don't know him. Although I don't know him either, dad, I know what he will do."
As the noise in the outer courtyard mixed with the sound of clashing swords and guns, Lin Zhennan's bodyguard team, which he built from scratch and now spans several provinces, has been assembled, and no one dares to raise objections to the disturbing dreams of his chief bodyguard.
"Chief Escort Chief, the total number of unmanned escorts from the Fuwei Escort Bureau is eighty-three. Please give your order!"
The five core bodyguards in the escort agency walked into the inner courtyard together and reported to Lin Zhennan.
"Mr. Huang hasn't come back yet."
Shi Biaotou added.
"No problem, let's go!"
Lin Xiu watched his father walk out of the courtyard, leaving only a gradually blurred figure. He was a little afraid of the suddenly empty Fuwei Escort Agency, but he still stood up with his slightly thin body, in the long silent night.
No retreat at all.
In the deep residential compound in the south of Fuzhou City, countless newly built buildings in Geng Wangzhuang stand in the night, but most of them don't have a trace of fire, and they are empty and hidden on the edge of Fuzhou City, forming a sharp contrast with the densely lit Fucheng.
This vast and lonely building complex is eerie and unspeakable, and even the wind passing by seems to be a bit colder than outside.
"Your Majesty, you're awake..."
Seeing Geng Jingzhong wake up, the wrapped slave quickly brought hot soup and hot cloth to wipe Geng Jingzhong's face, who was still unconscious, so he could sober up.
Geng Jingzhong glanced at the boy suspiciously, but did not accept his hospitality.
"Who are you?"
The coated slave shows off her freshly shaved scalp.
"My lord, have you forgotten? I am the new servant sent by the prince to take charge of your daily life. My name is not worth mentioning. You can call me whatever you like."
Geng Jingzhong sat up from the bed and slowly thought about his memories. Everything seemed to have been cut off at the banquet by the West Lake, leaving only the sparkling, magnificent and unpredictable ancient temple in the middle of the lake in his memory.
"A slave is a slave."
Geng Jingzhong snorted coldly. After all, he relied on his young and strong body to withstand the drunken Xunran. He reached out and pushed open the door, facing the desolate courtyard.
Geng Jingzhong turned his back to the boy and suddenly remembered the story of the last boy.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although he has never remembered such a lowly person, if this person died in the hands of his father, then he could not help but inquire a few words.
Ever since he went on a killing spree in Guangzhou the year before, Geng Jingzhong had felt that something was getting more and more wrong with his father. Outsiders said that the king of Jingnan was arrogant and extravagant, and he built large-scale construction projects wherever he went to encircle the land, which aroused public resentment.
But Geng Jingzhong knew very well that if he was just in love with vanity, his father should have collected good materials for rafters, lakes, rocks and rockeries for functional purposes, and collected beauties to fill the treasury. But in fact, even the wood used in the palace was deliberately distributed in various places.
The government purchases Huangnan, boxwood, black pear, Gaoyang and other precious varieties in order to deceive others.
The fundamental purpose of this behavior was that Geng Jimao suddenly became obsessed with Qixingyan Baishi in Gaoyao County.
Frightened by the military threat, Yang Yongzheng, the magistrate of Gaoyao County, selected the most skilled craftsmen to carefully carve it according to the size required by Geng Jimao. The magistrate supervised the production day and night, and then transported it from Guangzhou to Fuzhou across thousands of mountains and rivers.
This kind of "white stone" is transparent, warm, and extremely white, just like glass. After being polished in a special way, it is better than colored glaze. It is said that some unique characters can be revealed in very few white stones.
Geng Jimao once mysteriously told Geng Jingzhong that the words in these stone crevices contained all the truths in the world - a monk from the Tang Dynasty left half of them there.
Along with this strange hobby, slowly every time a cold horn sounds, someone in the palace will always see strange shapes looming in the backyard of the house, so that the Jingnan Palace built in Guangzhou City has been abandoned to this day, and there is no one.
Anyone dares to take over.
After Geng Jimao moved to Fuzhou City, he built a huge Wangzhuang as usual, but he began to wander among countless empty rooms every night, his expression restless as if he was avoiding something, and his whereabouts became more and more mysterious, so that no one could find him.
I wonder which room in the palace the King of Jingnan is hiding in tonight.
Even Geng Jingzhong's former servant was killed by him with a knife because he accidentally saw Geng Jimao and Bai Shi running around in a hurry on the night of last month.
"Your Majesty, be careful it's cold outside."
The little slave in the coat reminded him tremblingly, but he didn't dare to go out of the house, as if there was some savage beast lurking in the dark night of Geng Wangzhuang.
Geng Jingzhong also looked unclear, and finally slowly retreated into the room, looking at the faint Fuzhou City in the distance.
"Slave, are you afraid of death?"
Geng Jingzhong asked coldly.
The little slave in Baoyi shivered in fright at the ruthlessness of the words, "Afraid, of course I am afraid..."
"It's okay to be afraid."
Geng Jingzhong put his hands into his sleeves, his young face full of confusion.
"But why are there some people who are not afraid of death, and even think that killing people and then dying can gain gods, so that they gather in small groups in the temple to kill people, and then drink wine and slaughter animals, enjoying it endlessly?"
The little slave in the coat did not dare to speak directly, "Such a fanatic... I'm afraid he will be punished..."
Geng Jingzhong laughed, his eyes shone brightly, and he seemed very happy.
"Retribution is given to people, and it is also given by people. People in Fuzhou say that there is no palace in Gongxiang, no pagoda in Pagoda Alley, and no Jipi in Jibi Alley. I am also very curious. Tonight, I hope Mr. Lin, the escort chief, can