Cheng Jiaoniang's carriage did not go directly back to Yudai Bridge. Instead, it drove to a street and the carriage slowed down.
Looking from the car curtain, there is a bluestone yamen building opposite. There is no plaque hanging and there are not many people coming and going. It is a bit solemn in the early autumn afternoon.
This is a small prison under the Ministry of War.
"Madam, are we really unable to go in and take a look?" Banqin couldn't help but whisper.
"There is no way." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Even Mr. Zhou couldn't get in, let alone them.
Banqin sighed.
"You guys don't know what to do here..." she murmured, "It's been three days..."
"I won't stay long." Cheng Jiaoniang said.
Banqin was overjoyed.
Cheng Jiaoniang glanced at her happy expression and lowered the car curtain with an indifferent expression.
The lady is still unhappy...
Banqin put away her joy and lowered her head.
The carriage drove away slowly.
Here, Zhou Lang returned home and told Master Zhou everything about what he did today.
After hearing what Zhou Lang said, Mr. Zhou was surprised and sighed at the same time.
"Is it true that this dirty thing was caused by oneself?" Mr. Zhou said, shaking his head again, with a look of disbelief on his face, "Isn't it really the instigation of someone behind the scenes?"
Saturday Lang shook his head.
"That's not true," he said.
Mr. Zhou twisted his beard and hissed twice.
"It really offends luck..." he murmured.
However, when he heard that Xiang Qi fell to his death in the street, Master Zhou had the same reaction as Liu Lang, believing that Cheng Jiaoniang had killed him.
"Actually, there is no need to pay attention to this trash now." He said, "He actually killed him as soon as he found out..."
He said shaking his head.
"It's really murderous..." he said, "Now that the matter has come to this, what can we do if we kill?"
"No, let's just say it out loud." Zhou Lang said, and couldn't help grinning when he said this.
"It's nonsense. It's useless to be so angry." Mr. Zhou shook his head and said, "Now that things have come to a point, what's the use of killing this loser."
"Maybe sometimes things don't have to be of any use. If you vent your anger and feel better, it can be considered useful." Zhou Lang said, grinning.
Although it seems that the woman's mood has not improved...
After killing Xiang Qi, the matter has not ended. It can even be said that it has not begun yet, and the direction it will take is almost uncontrollable.
We were really in big trouble this time.
Saturday Lang stopped smiling and looked solemn.
What should I do?
While he was hesitating, a boy came in from outside the door.
"Sir, the Thirteenth Young Master Qin is here," he said.
Saturday Lang got up.
"He must have known it too," he said, smiling slightly.
This guy is smart, maybe he has some good ideas on this matter.
"Sixth Lang." Mr. Zhou called him, "Don't tell Thirteenth Lang Qin too much about our speculation about this matter."
Saturday Lang was stunned and turned to look at his father.
Mr. Zhou looked solemn.
"He is no longer the little cripple of the Qin family. He has returned to normal and is so smart. He must be an official." He said, "Liu Lang, this desertion incident, whether we are willing or not, probably
Everyone will be involved in it, whether they are on Wang Butang’s side of the Gao family or on Chen Xianggong’s side is also unknown.”
Liu Lang's expression changed, he moved his mouth but said nothing.
"And the Qin family are relatives of the emperor, although I don't know whether they are on the side of the Queen Mother or others." Mr. Zhou looked at him and continued, "In short, everything is uncertain, so some things should be settled.
, don’t talk in depth.”
There are some things that you should stop talking about in depth.
Saturday Lang stood in a daze for a moment, then turned around and walked out with a hum.
Different from the past, he walked very slowly. When he reached the yard, Qin Shisanlang, who was waiting impatiently, was already chatting and laughing with the maids, picking flowers and leaves.
Just like before, he always likes to try the flowers and plants in the yard as tea, although he can never drink it.
No, it's different from before. In the past, he instructed the maids to pick it, but now, he picks it himself.
Under the sparkling sunlight, the young man's profile looked like it was carved out of white jade. He stood up straight and had a long figure. He was stroking his big sleeves with one hand, picking off a half-opened flower with the other, and sniffing it between his breaths.
If this kind of posture were done by any other young man, it would look a bit rosy, but Qin Shisanlang did it with a bit of freedom and ease.
Saturday Lang stopped and looked at the young man joking with his maid in the courtyard.
He is no longer the little cripple from the Qin family...
My father's words rang in my ears.
Qin family...
It turns out that he is from the Qin family, a relative of the emperor and the country.
Since they met, he called him Shisan, and when he was unhappy, he called him Qin Sangzi. In his eyes, the word Qin was just a word Qin, and he had forgotten that it was a surname, a famous surname.
"Mukuro, what are you looking at?"
Qin Shisanlang raised his head and shouted, throwing the flower in his hand to the maid.
Zhou Lang strode in with his feet raised.
"What are you doing?" he said, "You insisted on planting these flowers, but you planted them and then destroyed them carelessly."
"What do you know? Leaving it open is a waste. It's best to make the best use of it." Qin Shisanlang smiled and put his hand on his shoulder and pulled him over, "Come on, let you try my new
I made the tea the way I thought of."
"You'd better save your tea for the pig." Saturday Lang said with a sneer.
Qin Shisanlang raised his hand and patted him on the back of the head.
"Okay, now that you've grown up, you'll be able to curse people around the corner! It's not in vain that you've been scolded by your sister for so long..." He laughed.
"You are so capable, how dare you hit me!" Zhou Lang shouted, raising his hand.
Qin Shisanlang jumped away a few steps earlier.
"Ha, ha." He laughed, "I can't hit you, I can run away now."
Zhou Lang burst into laughter and stepped up the steps.
"Hey, have you heard about Taipingju?" Qin Shisanlang asked, turning directly to the corridor from the side.
Saturday Lang nodded.
"I heard that, I even went to see her." He said, raising his eyebrows, "And I even helped her."
Qin Shisanlang was very surprised and a little unhappy.
"You actually went by yourself without calling me," he said.
"What are you going to do? It's our family's business." Zhou Lang said with a hum, lifting his clothes and sitting down.
Qin Shisanlang sat down opposite him and took the porcelain jar with pestle from the maid.
"What's going on?" he asked.
Accompanied by the banging of the pestle, Liu Lang told today's events one by one.
"Then the old man who told the fortune was also found by you?" Qin Shisanlang interrupted and occasionally asked, "After taking Xiang Qi away, the one who went to inform his family was also one of yours."
"Yes." Zhou Lang nodded and said, then curled his lips, "Rang told the Dong family that Xiang Qi was kidnapped in the street. Even though he was a son-in-law with no status, he could beat or scold him at home, but
Someone outside did this to slap the Dong family in the face, and the old guy immediately came over with a lot of anger..."
Unexpectedly, this ferocious momentum frightened the son-in-law so much that he lost his mind and fell to his death.
"With so many things connected together, she also said that Xiang Qi's fall and death on the street had nothing to do with her. She was really lying more and more unblinkingly," said Zhou Lang.
Qin Shisanlang laughed.
"But this is probably a coincidence." He smiled, "I can only say that she is lucky."
If you're lucky, you won't be dragged into such a big pit by a vile person.
Liu Lang opened his mouth to speak, but when the words came to his lips, he bit down tightly and swallowed them.
"Who knows." He said vaguely, "There is never a truth in my mouth."
Qin Shisanlang glanced at him.
"Then what?" he asked.
"She only asked me to help with this, and after I finished helping, I came back." Zhou Lang said, taking the tea from the maid, "I guess I went back and was secretly happy again. I was angry and asked my father for help.
, when my father goes to take care of her tomorrow, everything will be fine."
After that, he picked up the tea bowl and drank tea.
Qin Shisanlang lowered his head and pounded the flowers and leaves.
"That's for sure," he said. Without waiting for Liu Lang to speak again, he turned to look at the maid aside, "Go and get the vinegar."
Zhou Lang drank the tea from the bowl and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Let's not talk about this for now." He said, "I'm about to leave. I have a few bows that I can't take with me. Which one do you want?"
"Do you still want to choose?" Qin Shisanlang looked up at him and frowned, "Shouldn't they all be mine?"
Saturday Lang sighed.
"That's a nice thought," he said, jumping up and reaching out to pat his shoulder, "Come quickly."
Qin Shisanlang smiled and threw down the pestle, stood up and followed him.
The joking and quarreling of young boys in the room could be heard from time to time.
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