Chapter 230: The moon is dark and the wind is high
In the dark night, Duan Yanqing quietly landed ashore by boat, and he and Yan Longyuan split into two groups and acted separately.
It was late at night and there was no one around. Duan Yanqing got off the boat and walked carefully towards Mantuo Villa with two bamboo sticks.
Although the mysterious man Mr. Yan promised to lure Murong Fu away, there is no guarantee that there will not be other masters in the villa. If he is entangled, it will be troublesome.
When I came to the village, I saw that it was a courtyard with three entrances and three exits. Although the area was not very wide, the layout was extremely elegant. Although it was already the fourth watch, the entire courtyard was still brightly lit with silver candles shining brightly.
.Compared to the fumes of oil lamps, candles are more preferred by wealthy families, but the cost is not low. It is impossible for ordinary wealthy families to light candles in every room all night and all night.
Duan Yanqing secretly admired in his heart that the prosperity and wealth of the Song Dynasty was indeed unmatched by the small country of Dali. The grandeur of a wealthy family from the south of the Yangtze River was already comparable to that of a prince's family in Dali.
Seeing that there were many servants and women in Mantuo Villa, people coming and going from time to time, and not knowing Duan Zhengchun's whereabouts, Duan Yanqing didn't want to alert the enemy and lose the opportunity, so he hid aside to check secretly.
Originally, if Murong Fu was here, his whereabouts would have been exposed long ago if he was allowed to investigate like this. However, at this time, Wang Yuyan had already gone to bed, and the other people in the village were too weak in skills, so he was allowed to go with a crippled leg.
I walked around and looked around but no one found me.
Duan Yanqing hid behind a rockery and paid attention to the maids coming and going. Suddenly he noticed several maids walking towards the inner courtyard under the leadership of an old woman. They were all carrying food boxes in their hands and walking in a hurry.
One of the maids said: "Madam's temper is really getting weirder and weirder. In the past, she just caught and killed the men, but she arrested the men brought by the young master indiscriminately and wanted to beat and kill them."
If he falls behind, he will not be killed or released. He will be locked up in the dungeon for a few days. He will also visit the person in person from time to time. No, he will order someone to make a late-night snack for him in the middle of the night. "
Another maid said: "Yes, but I think that although that man is old, his behavior and demeanor are not ordinary people. Even those prefects and Taoists, none of them can match his magnanimity. Is this so?
A man is madam’s enemy?”
"I see, they are not enemies, but more like..."
"Nonsense, watch your tongue!"
The leading lady heard what the two maids said became more and more outrageous, and she was afraid that something might happen, so she hurriedly glared at them.
The two little maids were so frightened by the mother-in-law that they immediately shut up and did not dare to murmur any more.
Duan Yanqing heard all this clearly in the dark, and thought to himself: Murong Fu is not married, so where does his wife come from? After thinking about it, he realized that the young cousin mentioned by the two little maids was Murong Fu. In other words, this
This place is not Murong Fu's manor, so there shouldn't be many experts here. Thinking about it again, the person locked in the dungeon should be Duan Zhengchun.
Although he was wondering why Duan Zhengchun was locked up for no reason, it was convenient for him. So he made up his mind to secretly follow these two maids and a woman to see the dungeon they mentioned.
Where exactly.
So Duan Yanqing followed him all the way without disturbing anyone.
At this time, in the dungeon, Mrs. Wang stood alone at the door of the cell talking to Duan Zhengchun.
Mrs. Wang said softly: "Mr. Duan, don't blame me for locking you up here. Because I know that if I let you go like this, you will never come back again. This was true more than ten years ago, and it will be like this more than ten years later."
Still the same."
A trace of reminiscence flashed in Mrs. Wang's eyes, and her originally cold gaze became gentle. Then she seemed to have thought of something, and a trace of resentment flashed across her face. Various complex emotions alternately changed on her face.
Although he was in jail, there was no trace of anger or resentment on Duan Zhengchun's face. On the contrary, he felt that although his life at this time was not like being in heaven, it was still very useful to him. This is the great thing about Duan Zhengchun.
. People who claim to be romantic are often proud of the beauty and number of women they possess. Although Duan Zhengchun has countless confidantes, he has always been sincere to everyone, even if the other party wants to marry him at first.
Even if you kill him or harm him, he will be happy with it.
As the saying goes, a virtuous woman is afraid of stalking her husband. Just imagine being surrounded by such a passionate and passionate man all the time. In addition, this man is of noble birth, handsome appearance, and has first-class martial arts skills. Over time, no woman can resist.
Can you live there?
Therefore, even though Duan Zhengchun owed countless romantic debts outside, and even his wife Dao Baifeng moved to a Taoist temple in anger, he still remained devoted to him after so many years. This kind of ability is really impressive.
Duan Zhengchun looked at Mrs. Wang who was lost in reminiscence, his eyes full of affection: "Aluo, why do you bother me? You know, from the moment we first met, my heart was destined to be mine for the rest of my life.
He is your prisoner now. Why do you keep this rotten Duan Zhengchun here?"
"Without you, in my opinion, the so-called heaven and earth are just a bigger cage. Only when you are by my side, I feel that life is interesting. Someone once compared the heaven and earth to a furnace, and all living things are nothing but a big cage.
They are just common things suffering in this boundless furnace. But the moment I met you, I realized that in this world, I, Duan Zhengchun, am not a dispensable passer-by in a hundred generations. Do you know, Aluo?
?Every time the camellia blooms in Dali these years, I will think of you and the white camellia that I personally tied in your hair that year. I still remember that it has a nice name, called "
Eyes are charming, "A Luo, do you still remember?"
Duan Zhengchun was very affectionate and told her all kinds of love words for free, which made Mrs. Wang's eyes red and her expression was in a trance.
Just as the two were reminiscing about the past and couldn't help themselves, an inappropriate voice interrupted their gentle words.
"Mrs. Qizhen, the late-night snack you requested has been prepared."
Mrs. Wang was interrupted. She glared at a few confidant maids slightly angrily. The mother-in-law glanced at her and said angrily: "Leave it here and you guys can go away!"
Sensing the displeasure in their host's tone, several servants did not dare to speak, so they responded with a "yes", put down their things and walked away quickly.
However, before they could take a few steps, there was a scream.
The leader, Granny Rui, had a bamboo stick pierced through her chest. She stared wide-eyed at the strange man in green robes in front of her. Such a late night and such behavior made the two maids suspect that the other was an evil ghost from hell.
"What's going on! What's all the fuss about!"
Mrs. Wang scolded angrily.
But no one answered her, because the two maids had been knocked down by Duan Yanqing's Yang Yang finger.
"Hey, Duan Zhengchun, you are lucky. You will always have a bunch of confidante with you wherever you go!"
Duan Yanqing smiled strangely and walked towards the two of them step by step.
When Mrs. Wang saw Duan Yanqing suddenly appearing, she also screamed. She saw that the other party was holding two pitch black bamboo canes, and blood was dripping down from one of them, leaving a trail of blood on the entire dungeon floor.
.And Duan Yanqing was dressed in a green robe, with disheveled hair. His whole body was covered with scars, especially on his neck, where a deep scratch was shocking. It would be an exaggeration to say that he looked like a three-part human and seven-part ghost.
Duan Zhengchun was surprised: "Duan Yanqing? How did you find this place?"