This night in Zhanying City is destined to be a turbulent autumn.

When the slightly simple dinner in the study room of the government office had just ended, the dinner in the backyard of the food hall was just beginning.

Jiang Lei sat opposite Mr. Yanggong with a little restrained look, looking at his eyes, nose, mouth and heart, with a solemn and nervous expression, and he didn't dare to amplify his breathing sound.

Jiang Lei is not a commoner who has never seen the world. He has been selling salt for many years, and has gone from a mud-legged mud-legged man with nothing to this rich salt merchant today. He has experienced too many things. He has had to drink with the ranks of officials who hold heavy troops to guard the side, and he has also had to confront the green forest heroes who walk at night to the side. However, the tension at those times was far less than that at present. Facing the tension and restraint of an old man without official positions, without titles, and without powerlessness.

Regardless of whether you are a scholar or not, the four words "Mr. Yang Gong" are more powerful.

Mr. Yanggong, opposite Jiang Lei, was holding a bowl of snow-white rice and eating it sweetly. On the square table in front of him, there were only three or four dishes: a plate of stinky tofu, a plate of dried salted radish, a plate of stinky eggs and a plate of donkey meat sauce. There was nothing else besides that.

Today's Mr. Yang Gong not only does not have the temperament of a famous person who is proficient in various knowledge, but is more like a starving ghost who has not seen food in three days. He holds rice in his left hand and chopsticks in his right hand and holds the slightly shabby dish on the table at a speed that makes Jiang Lei dazzled. Even the only sauce donkey meat that can improve the quality and status of the table. Jiang Lei only used a few chopsticks, and most of the time he still focused on that plate of stinky tofu.

After a quarter of an hour, the tip of the bowl of rice had been flattened by the bamboo chopsticks in Mr. Yang Gong's hand, while the plate of stinky tofu on the table had been wiped out by him, leaving only some soup alone in the bowl and plate, hanging in the shadows.

Perhaps because he did not have the stinky tofu he liked, Mr. Yang Gong slowed down his rice and could free up his mouth to say a few words to Jiang Lei on the opposite side.

"Hey, if you don't send this food box, I'm afraid I'll starve to death in this house." Mr. Yang Gong swallowed the food in his mouth, poured the soup of stinky tofu onto the rice, and sighed.

"Sir, I'm joking. If you don't talk about your status, just say that you have accepted four good disciples. Martial arts can stabilize the country and literature can govern the people. With them here, can you still be hungry?" Jiang Lei's expression was extremely well controlled, but after saying that, hesitated for a moment, and continued to say, "The soup of this stinky tofu is saltier. You should be careful when you eat it."

"Salty! I'll be angry when you mention my incompetent disciples!" Mr. Yang Gong slapped the table and blew his beard and glared, "Tell me, that little girl Haichan, is really as domineering as her father! The dishes she cooks are just unpalatable, and I'm not allowed to eat them! In the past, Xiaojiu's child occasionally brought some food from the food cottage to help me. Now, Xiaojiu was caught in, and the food cottage was even burned by fire. This... How can I live in the future?"

A small and insignificant sound came outside the window, and then two wild cats were harsh and angry. Although they heard it, they did not take their hearts.

Jiang Lei chuckled and rubbed his hands, saying nothing, "This... sir, you don't have to worry. What happened now must be your expectations. In less than a few days, Mr. Gu Jiu will come back safely."

Mr. Yang Gong raised his head and glanced at Jiang Lei casually.

Jiang Lei was shocked and realized that he had just finished speaking and immediately stopped talking.

Mr. Yang Gong lowered his head and continued to hold a chopstick of salted radish into a bowl and scooped a big mouthful of rice. Then he said vaguely: "You suddenly ran over to find me in the middle of the night, is it just to give me a few compliments?"

Jiang Lei smiled bitterly: "Of course not."

"If you have something to say, just say it, just let it go," Mr. Yang Gong picked up the big bowl of tea next to him and moistened his throat. "After eating this bowl of rice, I will go to bed. Tell me quickly."

Jiang Lei was silent for a moment, looked up at the bowl of less than half a bowl of rice, and suddenly spoke directly to the topic: "Is Mr. Gu Jiu's beloved disciple, Mr. Gu Jiu, taken down by the government office, but is the plan by Mr.?"

Mr. Yang Gong shook his head: "No matter how calculating I can do it, I can't figure out everyone's hearts. Besides, the recent incident that happened in Zhanying City has nothing to do with me, so you don't need to test it."

Jiang Lei nodded and said bluntly: "If Mr. Gu Jiu was not planning the arrest of Mr. Gu Jiu, then Gu Jiu may be in danger this time."

"The prefect Zou Xilin is so happy with you that she wants to wear a pair of pants. Do you have to tell me about this kind of thing?" Mr. Yang Gong was still eating a lot, not worried about Gu Jiu's situation at all.

Jiang Lei shook his head and smiled: "The old man knows more than me that the most unreliable thing these days is the hearts of the people. The reason why the Supreme Court of Zou was able to sit with me was because I was worth a few taels of silver. Today, he suddenly realized that I could actually sell hundreds of taels of silver, so he was inevitably not moved."

Mr. Yang Gong swallowed the food and pecked a big bowl of tea. He seemed to say inadvertently: "Sun Su suddenly attacked the salt merchant and made a move directly to the greatest extent. Now Sun Ce returned to the city, but found that the situation was not easy to control. It was impossible for the Sun family and the salt merchant to shake hands and make peace. One side had to show weakness. This war without gun smoke could come to an end. The prefect Zou Xilin was always out of the matter. Now he suddenly took action. The purpose was nothing more than to directly destroy your two families when the stalemate of the two of you was the most difficult to resolve. I guess that behind Zou Xilin, there must be a great figure in Dongling Road, and he may be a person with great hands and eyes, otherwise he would not dare to do such a thing as taking advantage of the stalemate of the two of you."

Jiang Lei bowed and said sincerely: "Sir, I only realized today that Zou Xilin and the county magistrate of Daoping County had already had letters."

"Sir Prefect? ​​That's the biggest parent official in our county. After knowing this, you dare to come to find me?" Mr. Yang Gong glanced at Jiang Lei with a playful expression.

"Haha, no matter how old the parents are, they have to abide by the rules of Dongling Road." Jiang Lei smiled honestly, as if people and animals were harmless. "I have finally managed this family business in the wind and rain over the years. If I get married for others, I will get into the coffin and have to crawl out."

Mr. Yang Gong pointed at Jiang Lei with the bamboo chopsticks in his hand and laughed: "You old boy, you really want money in the coffin."

Jiang Lei nodded modestly and replied: "Sir, I'm sorry."

Mr. Yang Gong rarely put down his rice bowl, and his expression was a little solemn: "How is Xiaojiu in the government jail now?"

Jiang Lei told the news he knew: "The guards around him have been transferred, and I can't get the accurate news, but I know that he is now being detained with two prisoners. The two prisoners were taken in by Captain Xie Ming himself. He has not completed the handover procedures and I don't even know the name."

"There are no free cells in the prison?"

“Yes, and a lot.”

"Have Xiaojiu completed the handover procedures?"

"No."

"In other words, all these three people are not recorded?"

“It’s true.”

"Your internship is still in the city at this time?"

"exist."

"Go and kill those two prisoners."

"Okay...ah?" Jiang Lei responded habitually, but after he reacted, he was suddenly shocked, "Sir, this... this is... this is being caught killing someone! "

"What are you afraid of!" Mr. Yang Gong glared slightly, "Your family worshippers eat these real money and silver every year. If you don't even have this ability, then you, Jiang Sanshi, are really blind. Besides, even if you are caught, those three people are not recorded. Who can prove that they were killed?"

Jiang Lei pondered slightly: "This is true...but is it so rash, right..."

The rest of the words were not spoken, but the meaning was self-evident.

Mr. Yang Gong sneered: "If you were so indecisive, put your food box and get out, what a critical moment is now? If you wait for the government office to confirm that you, Jiang Li and Gu Jiu, you should use your pig brain to think about what kind of steps the Jiang family will eventually fall into? If Xiao Jiu had not been involved in this mess, I would not be too lazy to talk about so much nonsense with you."

Jiang Lei stood up suddenly. He was not stupid, but he had just fallen into the horns. Now Mr. Yang Gong pointed a few words and immediately became clear-headed. He solemnly bowed: "Sir, save my Jiang family again today, remember three stones and five in the future..."

At this time, a rustling sound came from behind the room, interrupting Jiang Lei's words.

Mr. Yang Gong waved his hand: "Okay, you go back and prepare. This matter should be done sooner than later, but it will change later. What will happen to this battle depends on the final game tonight."

After Jiang Lei bent down to thank him again, he picked up the food box and bowed and left.

After Jiang Lei left the door, Mr. Yang Gong stood up and wiped his mouth while standing up and muttering toward the backyard.

In the backyard, Ye Lin and the Hei Horse were not there, so it should be empty at this time.

However, at this time, there were three people confronting each other in the courtyard.

The eldest brother Wang Ping held a book in his hand and blocked the gate of the courtyard with an apology and kind smile on his face.

Opposite him, two men in black stood. The man on the left was slender and tall, carrying a long sword behind him; the man on the right was thick and burly, with bare hands and empty fists.

Wang Ping smiled apologetically and said warmly: "Little junior sister, I'm really sorry. The master told me today that you will not let you leave this yard within three days. You might as well go back."

The man in black on the left pulled off the black face towel from his face, revealing his cold and handsome face.

Although Hai Chan's expression was cold, there was a rare trace of irritability and anger in her eyebrows: "Senior Brother, you heard it just now. Now Gu Jiu was plotted by someone and was thrown into prison. I don't know how to live or die. He was seriously injured again. If he waited for tonight, he... he might..."

Tuoba Dongbiao, who was beside him, nodded heavily without pulling a scarf.

Wang Ping pursed his lips and his tone was still gentle: "Junior Brother Tuoba, junior sister, I know your principles very well, and I am very worried about the safety of my junior brother, but I am really sorry, the master said that if you don't let you leave the yard within three days, you should not make things difficult for senior brother."

Hai Chan was so angry that she stomped the ground with her right foot and said in a clear voice: "Senior Brother, are you... just listening to the master like this! Now Gu Jiu's life is worrying in the prison, so why don't you let me wait here stupidly!"

Wang Ping shook the slightly worn book in his hand and said seriously: "It's not that I'm waiting stupidly. The master has his own plans for this matter. If you act rashly, you will only break the master's plan."

"I don't care whether I plan or not." Haichan pulled the scarf again, and the expression in Qiu Shui's long eyes slowly calmed down. She gently placed her right hand on the hilt of the sword behind her back and spit out two words: "Get out of the way."

Wang Ping smiled and shook his head. Before he could speak, he was interrupted by Mr. Yang Gong who rushed over: "Why are you little girl? Do you want to chop up your senior brother?"

Hai Chan's body stiffened slightly and returned to normal in an instant. She did not turn around, but just whispered: "I... want Gu Jiu to live."

"No one here wants Gu Jiu to die!" Mr. Yang Gong was furious and pointed at Hai Chan and scolded, "But if you dare to make a proposition, will Gu Jiu be killed? But your life is not yours!"

Tuoba Dongsou lowered his head slightly, not knowing how to face the angry master. Hai Chan, who has always respected his master the most, is particularly stubborn at this moment. Her right hand holding the hilt of the sword had already used strength, but she still did not turn around, but just stubbornly repeated the sentence again: "I want Gu Jiu to live."

Mr. Yang Gong laughed furiously and said sarcastically: "Ha, it's such a big tone. Did you think you are the princess of North Vietnam? Did you think that as long as you speak, your foolish father will meet all your requirements? He is dead! Leng Haichan! You are a betrayal dog now! Do you know how much effort the emperor of North Vietnam has put in to find your whereabouts? Do you know how much money your head is worth in the Hai Captain's document? You want to go to the prison at night to save Gu Jiu? It's a foolish dream! You'd better save your brain first!"

Hai Chan was dressed in black and wore a face towel. No one could see her face clearly. However, the only pair of long autumn water eyes exposed outside had already mist. She did not refute Mr. Yang Gong's comment on her father's incompetent four-word comment, and repeated the words for the third time: "I...I want Gu Jiu to live."

"Bad! Go back to my room, you are not allowed to step out of the room within a month! As long as you don't go out, I promise that Gu Jiu will not die!" Mr. Yang Gong shook his sleeves and turned around and left angrily. However, when he reached the gate of the courtyard, he stopped and took a deep breath and said, "That silly man, go to the prison and secretly stop the Jiang family from offering sacrifices at the critical moment. The two prisoners are only seriously injured and not allowed to die. After the matter is done, they throw that thing into the prison."

After saying that, Mr. Yang Gong sighed heavily and left on his own.

The eldest brother Wang Ping nodded respectfully and responded to his order. A vague breeze flashed by, and his figure disappeared silently in the yard.

Mr. Yang Gong still has one of the most important meanings that he didn't say, but Wang Ping and Hai Chan both understood.

No matter what, Gu Jiu is not allowed to die.

Hai Chan knelt down and respectfully kowtowed three times to the place where Mr. Yang Gong left. After getting up, he walked slowly back to his room, with a slightly thin back.
Chapter completed!