It was getting late, the gardener packed up his tools and walked out of the house.
Menzi greeted him: "It's so late, where are you going?"
The gardener sighed: "I made an agreement with my family to express my condolences to my fourth grandma. She was very kind to both of us when she was alive."
Menzi sighed and asked no more questions.
The gardener went home for dinner and went to the fourth grandma's house with his wife and children. Taking advantage of the crowd, it was easy to disappear into the night.
It has not been peaceful recently. The patrol camp has increased its manpower to patrol the streets. Every once in a while, you can see soldiers passing by holding torches.
The gardener easily avoided these people and quickly walked outside a house that seemed to have been abandoned for a long time.
Raise your hand and knock on the door, four long and two short.
The door quietly opened a crack, and a hand quickly pulled him inside.
After about an hour of burning incense, he walked out of the door, looked around and saw no one, and then quietly returned to the fourth grandmother's house.
Everything is as usual, the night style is exceptionally gentle and affectionate.
In the prison of the Criminal Department, the night lights are about to turn on and off.
Meng sat in the corner holding his knees, looking gloomy.
Within a few days, he could no longer maintain his dignity, his face was covered with stubble, and he was extremely haggard.
There were faint sounds of footsteps, and he raised his head expectantly.
I saw the jailer leading a man over and then quietly retreating.
The visitor wore a hood and said: "Your wife is dead."
"What?" Meng couldn't believe it. He rushed over uncontrollably and grabbed the other party's collar tightly: "Who are you, and why do you say she is dead?"
There was a soft "pop" sound, and a sharp short blade pierced his heart accurately.
At the same time, his mouth was tightly covered by the other party.
He tried to open his eyes wide, trying to see clearly who the other person was.
The other party was firmly hiding in his hood, calm and collected.
"Uh..." Meng let out a sigh and stopped struggling.
The visitor supported him, put him gently into the quilt, covered him with the quilt carefully, turned around and left.
A gust of wind blew by, and the flickering lights suddenly went out, plunging everything into darkness.
The visitor tightened his hood and whispered to the jailer: "Don't disturb him. His wife is dead and I feel very sad."
The jailer nodded repeatedly: "Yes, don't worry."
The jailer took a responsible look back and saw Mengmao motionless under the quilt. He shook his head, sighed, and turned around to leave.
The hooded man left the Penal Department Prison with steady steps and walked into the dark long street.
He walked faster and faster, and finally jumped onto the wall and started running silently.
Finally, he jumped into a wealthy household in the east of the city, walked into a room with a familiar familiarity, took off his hood, and revealed a handsome and young face.
With joy in the corners of his brows and eyes, he ordered the beauty who came to greet him: "When preparing a banquet, there must be fish and meats."
It was late at night and no one was walking around on the street. It was not the time to come to visit.
But the beauty was not surprised, and pursed her lips and smiled: "Are you waiting for Mr. Kerang? He came a little late tonight."
The handsome man said: "I'm afraid he is still waiting for the result of that matter. You know his temper. He will not rest assured until he waits for the result."
The beauty said coquettishly: "Since the Mu An brothers and sisters have left the capital, what's the point of exposing that matter..."
The handsome man touched her body and said, "This is called a two-pronged approach. After tonight, Prime Minister Meng's Mansion and the Priest's Palace are incompatible with each other."