Zhao Xiyan had developed the ability to read lips over the years in her previous life. After looking at her calmly for a moment, she knew what the maid was reporting.
Yang's clan brother is here.
Wang Tong brought his family to Beihai County. Within a few years, his first wife died of illness. Later, Wang Tong renewed their relationship and married Yang.
The Yang family is a large family in Pingyuan County, with as few as 800 members. If a clan member comes to visit, it is not a big deal and will not arouse any suspicion or attention.
However, Zhao Xiyan happened to know a secret. Yang Wansheng's original name was Yang Gou'er, and he was a distant brother of the Yang family. It was Yang Wansheng's "contribution" to persuading Wang Tong to open the city gate privately and "cooperate with the rebels from inside and outside".
When the maid whispered the report, Yang's pupils trembled, and her right hand unconsciously clutched the handkerchief tightly.
Could this so-called clan brother be Yang Wansheng?
In just a short moment, Zhao Xiyan's heart was filled with turmoil, but with a smile still on her face, she stood up on her own initiative: "Auntie, Sister Wang is fine, I can feel relieved. I'll say goodbye today. I'll come back another day when I have some free time.
Look at Sister Wang."
Bah! Who is your sister Wang?
Wang Wei curled her lips inwardly and responded reluctantly: "Thank you for visiting me today."
Yang was full of worries and had no time to deal with Zhao Xiyan anymore. She just wanted to send her away early: "I will send Miss Zhao Liu."
Zhao Xiyan agreed with a smile and said goodbye to Wang Wei cordially.
Wang Wei almost rolled her eyes. After Zhao Xiyan left, Wang Wei angrily said to her personal maid Ding Xiang: "This Zhao Xiyan has no good intentions at all. She just came to see my joke today. If she comes again in the future, she will not
Let her in."
Ding Xiang reminded in a low voice: "At the beginning of today, the young lady didn't want to see Miss Zhao Liu, but later she didn't."
This stupid girl won't pick up any pot.
Wang Wei angrily picked up the pillow and threw it at it.
Ding Xiang was worthy of being a maid in a military general's family. She shrank her head and hid with a smile on her face: "Miss, are your skills getting better and better?"
Wang Wei: "..."
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Yang walked out uneasily.
It wasn't until the figures of several tall and strong men came into view from afar that Yang suddenly realized something was wrong.
Behind her, there is Miss Zhao Liu!
Doesn't this make Miss Zhao Liu and Yang Wansheng meet each other?
What should we do?
Yang was so anxious that she broke into a cold sweat, stopped suddenly, turned her head, and forced out a dry smile: "Miss Zhao Liu, please stop."
Zhao Xiyan smiled and stopped: "What's wrong, aunt?"
More than ten meters away, only seven or eight tall and strong men could be seen outside the door, their faces blurred. However, Zhao Xiyan recognized the leading man at a glance.
He is extremely tall, with a heavy back and a muscular body, and his head is a bit bigger than others. Even from a great distance, you can smell an aura that is not good.
It was Yang Wansheng.
It is indeed Yang Wansheng!
It turned out that Wang Tong was connected with the rebel army at this time!
Yang tried her best to smile gently: "Those rough guys outside the door were all brought by my clan brothers. They are rough people. Don't rush into Miss Six. Miss Six, please wait here while I send someone out to say something."
, let them enter through the side door..."
"Auntie is too worried." Zhao Xiyan smiled sweetly: "I am not made of paper and clay. Just passing by me is nothing like a collision."
After saying that, he took Yang's arm affectionately and walked out.
Yang: "..."
Yang secretly complained in her heart, but couldn't stop her, so she could only bite the bullet and walk out. She kept comforting herself in her heart.
This Zhao Xiyan was a lady who was raised in a boudoir. She rarely went out on weekdays. It was impossible to recognize Yang Wansheng in a hurry. A quick glance was insignificant.
In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xiyan had reached the main entrance.
Several men who were waiting impatiently outside the door opened their mouths and widened their eyes in unison the moment they saw Zhao Xiyan.
There was also a hopeless one. His throat moved, he swallowed, and lowered his voice and said: "God, there are such beauties in the world! If I can sleep for a while, I will close my eyes immediately and be willing to do so."
The vulgar words made several men laugh knowingly.
Among them, Yang Wansheng had the most lewd smile.
They work as bandits in the mountains and rob wealthy businessmen and common people. When they encounter any pretty women, they snatch them into the mountains. Therefore, they usually have no shortage of women.
I have never seen such a beautiful girl like this before.
Yang Wansheng was illiterate and didn't know how to describe a girl's beauty and grace. However, the two sentences his subordinate said fit his mood very well.
At this time, the man with a scar on his forehead suddenly snorted.
Among the tall and strong men, this young man is not eye-catching. He is dressed in ordinary clothes, with a fine steel sword hanging on his waist. Standing behind Yang Wansheng, he looks like an ordinary soldier. Looking at his age, he is about twenty-seven.
Looks like eight years old.
In terms of appearance, the man is not handsome, and the scar from his forehead to his right eye adds a bit of viciousness.
Yang Wansheng was tall and strong. This man stood behind Yang Wansheng, his figure and face obscured. He let out a low snort, and everyone immediately shut up.
Even Yang Wansheng immediately restrained himself a bit, lowered his head slightly, and made a gesture of avoidance.
All the men looked good and bowed their heads.
Seeing this, Mrs. Yang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at Zhao Xiyan: "I won't send Miss Zhao Liu off. Please ask Miss Six to get on the carriage!"
Zhao Xiyan said goodbye with a smile and walked slowly to her carriage.
Three or four meters away, Yang Wansheng's face that should have been turned into ashes was clearly visible. Murderous intent flashed in Zhao Xiyan's heart.
Passing by Yang Wansheng, a man's figure suddenly ran into his eyes. The man lowered his head, and the scars from his forehead to the corners of his eyes were clearly visible.
Zhao Xiyan's pupils suddenly shrank.
The man quickly raised his head and glanced at Zhao Xiyan.
This look made Zhao Xiyan feel like she was in an ice cellar, and the boundless chill instantly invaded her whole body.
Fortunately, she had already developed a strong will. Even if the enemy was right in front of her, her expression remained unchanged. She even showed a trace of curiosity in her eyes.
It is very unusual for a simple girl who is not familiar with the world to meet a group of strange men and take a casual look at them.
The man quickly looked away.
Zhao Xiyan quickly got on the carriage. Hosta and Begonia followed her. The coachman flicked his whip and whistled, and the carriage moved forward smoothly.
After the carriage had gone a long way, Yuhan noticed something strange about her master: "Miss, what's wrong?"
Ever since she left the Wang family and got into the carriage, the young lady had maintained the same posture without even blinking.
Haitang picked up the handkerchief and gently wiped the fine beads of sweat on her master's forehead.
Zhao Xiyan took a deep breath, her stiff body slowly calmed down, and she said decisively: "Don't go home, go to the Zhao family to learn immediately."
