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Chapter 277 Mengjia

Few people know that there is a larger, deeper and more luxurious courtyard going all the way from the backyard of the merchant's drug store.

This courtyard is usually unoccupied, but it is cleaned every day by dedicated personnel. As long as the owner comes, you can move in at any time.

It was past three o'clock at night, and the lights in the main room were still brightly lit.

Meng Jia, who was supposed to be detained in prison awaiting arraignment, was wearing a cool and comfortable beige gauze robe with long hair, lazily leaning on a white vine lounge chair, throwing up a grape from time to time, and then opening his mouth to pick it up. .

Behind him stood four beautiful maids with gorgeous clothes and distinctive looks. Each of them took a feather fan and fanned him slowly.

At the four corners and in the center of the house, there are five large brass ice basins, which are carved into rocks. The ice cubes in the shape of flowers and trees exude a quiet coolness in the basins.

The Thirteenth Niang stood aside, tightening her robe uncomfortably, and advised in a good-tempered manner: "Sir, it's late at night, you should rest."

Meng Jia turned a deaf ear, but his expression became more and more impatient, and there was a layer of anger in his eyes.

The beautiful maid in green clothes glanced at Thirteenth Niang and said softly: "Master, can I sing a song for you?"

Meng Jia was noncommittal, but did not throw any more grapes into his mouth.

The maid kept fanning her hand and hummed softly, her tone of voice was gentle and soothing, but it was a folk lullaby to put children to sleep.

After she sang it several times, Mengjia finally yawned and fell asleep.

Everyone held their breath, not daring to breathe out. They all stared at Meng Jia, hoping that he would fall asleep soon so that everyone could be relieved.

However, there is too much ice in this room and it is really too cold.

Thirteenth Niang couldn't help it, and gently stroked her arm. The cloth rubbed and made an inaudible rustling sound.

Meng Jia's closed eyelids suddenly opened, he sat up suddenly, his eyes were red, he kicked the short man next to him to the ground, grabbed the white rattan lounge chair and threw it against the wall.

After smashing the things around him, it wasn't enough. He huffed and puffed and walked around the room, smashing everything he saw.

Thirteenth Niang and all the maidservants ran away with their heads in their hands, shivering, and no one dared to say anything to persuade them.

In just a moment, the originally elegant and tidy house turned into a mess.

Meng Jia hugged his head, grabbed his hair, shouted "Ahhh..." with red eyes, as if he was crazy.

The beautiful maid in green clothes boldly went out along the wall, quietly opened the door, and let someone in.

The man quietly touched behind Meng Jia and pressed hard on the back of his neck with lightning speed.

Meng Jia struggled to turn around and glared at him with murderous eyes. The man flinched and whispered: "My lord, please forgive me."

Three silver needles were inserted into the acupuncture points on the back of Meng Jia's neck at the same time. Meng Jia exhaled gently and fell down softly, unconscious.

Everyone skillfully supported his head and legs, carried him to the bed in the back room, covered him with quilts, and lit the soothing incense. The two night watchmen were left behind, while the others quietly left and stood in the yard talking.

Thirteenth Niang felt very guilty: "It's all my fault, why couldn't I hold it back?"

The maid in green said rudely with a straight face: "It was your fault in the first place. The young master almost fell asleep and suffered so much because of your attack. Acupuncture and acupuncture are the most harmful to the body. The prime minister and his wife originally wanted to make the young master fall asleep." I came here to recuperate and relax, but you caused the young master to have so many things happen as soon as he came here."

Thirteenth Niang's face was very ugly, she was full of dissatisfaction but could not express it.

The maid in green snorted coldly: "You're not convinced, are you? You don't even know who you are!" (To be continued)


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