Chapter 470

"Father-in-law Xi, did you say that this matter should be reported to the master?" Seeing Zhao Hongwen, Ning Lao, and Song Zhehan return to the house, Jiqing hurriedly stopped Xizi and asked in a low voice.

"The errand that the master has explained, you still dare to secretly call the shots yourself!" Xizi pushed Jiqing away, rolled his eyes widely, and said in a sharp voice, and after speaking, he didn't give Jiqing a chance to speak again, raised his hand to greet a little eunuch who was wearing a soap-colored eunuch robe, whispered a few words, and turned around and went back to the inverted room to drink tea.

Xizi was originally a close eunuch who served the pen and ink by the side of the eighth child.

Although he is not a first-class leader in the house, he is a big celebrity near the water, and the money for tea on weekdays is enough to cover his monthly silver for a year, but he was suddenly sent to follow a few staff, and it seems that he is in charge of a courtyard, but there is still such an opponent as Jiqing who is staring at him to make mistakes, and the tea money that can be stuffed into his pocket on weekdays is also less, and he is depressed!

It's better to talk about the past, just follow a staff member like Ning Lao, and the work is leisurely, he just thinks he is here for a vacation.

This year ago, Qingshui Pavilion walked through the water, and the two staff members of Zhao Hongwen and Song Zhehan moved to live here, and there were a lot of things to do on weekdays.

He really wanted to go back to the eighth master.

"Alas!" a pot of tea was drunk, and Kiko walked to the window and looked at the courtyard that had darkened. I couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

With the bright moonlight and the dim candlelight under the porch, every grass and tree in the courtyard is as beautiful as a layer of silver edges. But the depressed Xizi is more and more annoyed, just when he was about to close the window and return to the warm quilt to sleep to relieve his sorrows, suddenly, the quiet courtyard made a slight "creaking" sound, Xizi saw the door of the west wing where Zhao Hongwen lived, opened a thin crack, and before he could react. A sneaky figure sprang out of the crack in the door.

I saw that Zhao Hongwen, who usually loves a light-colored robe, actually wore a navy blue robe unusually, and walked along the corridor like a thief. Step by step, he moved up to the upper room.

"What's going on!" Xizi instinctively felt that something was wrong with this, and hurriedly dodged and hid in the shadows by the window, staring at Zhao Hongwen's movements with his residual vision, secretly guessing Zhao Hongwen's next step.

It was a coincidence. Just when Xizi made up her mind to stare at Zhao Hongwen's every move. The bright moon hanging in the sky somehow got behind the clouds, just by the subtle and trivial candlelight under the corridor, even if Xizi had already stared at her eyes to the maximum, and even stretched half of her head out of the window, she could only see Zhao Hongwen's figure vaguely, and she couldn't see his movements clearly.

"It's unlucky. ”

Thinking that Zhao Hongwen didn't dare to do anything extraordinary, Xizi spat lightly. He cursed in a low voice and threw the matter behind him. I went to the door by myself, and washed with the water in the copper basin on the shelf.

Xizi never dreamed that his negligence would almost cost him his little life.

After Zhao Hongwen, who knew Ning Lao's ruthless and gloomy nature, was persuaded by Jiqing to return to the room, the wine that burned his courage woke up a little, and he couldn't help but be a little afraid, listening to the chattering voices in the yard, Zhao Hongwen, who was lying on the bed in a kimono, tossed and turned for a while, thinking about the fate of those little palace maids and little eunuchs who offended Ning Lao, and made up a ruthless idea.

Zhao Hongwen, who had made up his mind, listened to the courtyard gradually quieting down, and as soon as he turned over, he got up from the bed, and through the fine moonlight leaking in from the window, he quickly found the lamp oil used for lighting in the small half altar from under the bed, and then lay on the door to look at the movement, and saw that the lights had been blown everywhere to rest, so he hurriedly changed his clothes and secretly touched the root of Ning Lao's window.

"Instead of waiting for you to dig a pit and set up a trap for Lao Tzu, it is better for Lao Tzu to cut the grass and eradicate the roots now. Zhao Hongwen touched the dagger hidden in his waist, muttered to himself, and then took out a tube of smoke used to do sneaky things from his arms, took a deep breath, and blew the smoke hidden in the bamboo pipe into the window in one breath.

Zhao Hongwen, who is that?

If Ning Lao knew his reputation, he would definitely not offend such a person, if Ning Lao was a hypocrite, then Zhao Hongwen would be a real villain, otherwise, with his identity as a scholar, how could he reach this age, and he didn't even have a small family!

When he was young, the head of the family was also a good family in Yingtianfu, from his grandfather's generation, that is, a well-known family of cultivators, wealthy families, and his ancestors had accumulated countless good reputations and connections for generations, which was definitely several times stronger than Ning Lao, a well-known staff member who was the only one of the scorpions, and even the Yin of Ying Tianfu had to visit Zhao Hongwen's house first.

But such a good person came out with Zhao Hongwen, a bedbug.

This Zhao Hongwen is the only seedling in his generation, and he is particularly smart and clever when he is young, he is really three years old and knows a thousand words, memorizes Tang poems at the age of five, reads four books and five classics at the age of seven, and is proficient in poetry and songs at the age of eight, not to mention that it is in Yingtianfu's one-acre and three-point land, that is, in Jiangsu, Zhejiang and other places where the cultural atmosphere is rich and the literati are gathered, it is also famous.

It's just that the life of being too rich and smooth made this prodigy who showed super talent in literature not study hard like those students who studied hard in the cold window, but became obsessed with going in and out of various tea parties, poetry parties and other occasions, and also learned those unruly talents to linger in the land of fireworks, and finally became addicted to gambling, which ruined his own future, and angered his parents at home, ruined Wanguan's family wealth, and became the most famous negative teaching material in Ying Tianfu.

God closed a door, but he still opened a window for Zhao Hongwen.

Although this person is not very good in character, he is really good at learning, and his head is also well-informed, and he has been rolling in the three religions and nine streams for a while, not only paying off his gambling debts. also learned the methods of deception and other evil ways, and even got the handle of a certain academic master, and mixed up with the eighth master with a letter of recommendation.

Tell me about such a ruffian, hooligan and other character who mixed up from the Jedi. Once the possible danger is discovered, it naturally gives birth to some ideas that ordinary people do not have - cutting the grass and eradicating the roots, plus there are handy tools at hand, and they start acting directly without even the slightest hesitation.

The little snake that smoked like a smart little snake burrowed into every inch of the upper room along the crack in the window, directly making Ning Lao, who was sulking on the bed, fall asleep.

Zhao Hongwen lay under the window and listened to the movement for a while. After making sure that Ning Lao was asleep, he first pulled a black handkerchief to cover his mouth and nose, and then slipped to the door of the room. He took out the dagger hidden in his waist, followed the crack in the door, from the bottom to the top, and gently lifted the latch of the latch. Like a civet cat, he silently entered Ning Lao's room.

The whole process takes less than a minute. Without making the slightest movement, Zhao Hongwen's smooth movements are even more skilled than those skilled thieves who sliding doors and picking locks.

Entering the room, Zhao Hongwen slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, opened the window of the study to deflate, and waited for a long time before removing the black gauze veil on his face. Revealing a face that looked a little distorted from nervousness.

Zhao Hongwen sat behind Ning Lao's bookcase, and reached out to touch the fire fold in his arms. lit a candlestick on the bookcase, flipped through the secret letter that had been written for eight or nine years, spit out a mouthful of yellow phlegm with a rude movement, looked in the direction of the inner room, and said in a vicious voice: "Lao Zamao, I actually shouted with my grandfather, sparing you as cunning as a fox, and I didn't want to drink your grandfather's footwashing water." ”

After speaking, Zhao Hongwen seemed to be puzzled, put the secret letter next to the candlestick and lit it, threw it aside, and walked to the inner room with a step.

Ning Lao is a person with a superficial light, and the room layout is also in an elegant and fresh style, and the quaint furnishings are all good things in the Eighth Master Library, but Zhao Hongwen, who has grown up in the gold and silver nest since he was a child, only glanced at it and moved his attention to another place.

Although Zhao Hongwen is now following Lao Ba to do things, he doesn't have much silver at hand, and Ning Lao has followed several feudal officials, and the most important thing is silver, so Zhao Hongwen not only wants Ning Lao's life, but also wants to find Ning Lao's small treasury.

No, Zhao Hongwen saw that Ning Lao was sleeping very dead, so he rummaged in the inner room.

The inner room is so big, in addition to a comfortable stepping bed, it is a wardrobe standing next to the wall, so if you want to find something, it is still very easy, Zhao Hongwen only flipped through it, and found a brocade box with a copper lock hanging from a secret compartment outside the stepping bed.

Zhao Hongwen checked the brocade box in his hand, listened to the tinkling movement inside, and with satisfaction evoked a hideous smile, he took out the dagger hidden in his waist, and knocked on the copper lock hanging on the brocade box with all his strength.

In the brocade box, in addition to a few gold ingots and silver ingots, there are also a few valuable jewelry, of course, the most valuable thing is not these things, but the bottom layer of the brocade box, a stack of flat stacks of silver tickets.

Zhao Hongwen put aside the gold and silver ingots and other things, raised his hand and took the silver ticket in his hand, and roughly counted, there were more than 10,000 taels, and he couldn't help muttering in a low voice with some excitement, "With this thing, how can grandpa still need to serve that bullshit eighth master!"

This is really the sea wide with the fish jumping, the sky is high and the birds are flying, think about the girl named Su'e in the Jinxiang Building, tsk......"

Zhao Hongwen casually stuffed the silver ticket into his pocket, and then pulled the things in the brocade box and wrapped it with the juanpa in the brocade box, put it on the corner table on the side, and then held the dagger in his backhand and came to the bedside.

"Old fellow, die in a dream, grandpa is really good to you. Zhao Hongwen muttered while pulling the brocade quilt stacked next to him and putting it on Ning Lao's body.

After speaking, Zhao Hongwen picked up the knife and slashed Ning Lao's throat on the ground.

Ning Lao, who woke up suddenly, didn't even have time to make a sound, so he closed his bloodshot eyes so unjustly, and the hand that grabbed Zhao Hongwen's wrist fell weakly on the quilt.

The hot blood was like a faucet that had opened the valve, dyeing the plain white silk quilt blood-red, but it never fell on Zhao Hongwen's body, only a circle of blood was dyed on his wrist, which was the last mark left by Ning Lao in this world.

"Phew, old Zamao, I really don't let grandpa worry when I die. Zhao Hongwen looked at the scarlet on his wrist, smacked his lips, and spit a mouthful of phlegm on Ning Lao's face, and while taking out a handkerchief to wipe it, he cursed softly and walked towards the clean room.

And the moment Zhao Hongwen walked into the clean room, Song Zhehan, who slipped in from somewhere, came to Ning Lao's bedside, reached out and took the Juan Pa that Zhao Hongwen threw down in his hand, and quickly left this place of right and wrong.

Zhao Hongwen, who washed the blood stains on his hands, returned to Ning Lao's bed without noticing, carried the jar of lamp oil he brought, splashed it all over Ning Lao's body, blew the fire fold, and lit the candlestick next to the bed, then reached out and tore off the azure light gauze curtain hanging next to the bed, tied one end to Ning Lao's wrist, and put the other end on the candlestick, and left the upper room quickly.

Of course, before he left, he didn't forget to light the other candlesticks, and sprinkled the remaining lamp oil in the jar on every floor cover, arhat bed and other wooden furniture in the upper room, then closed the door in a chic manner, returned to his own room, carefully put away the gold and silver jewelry and silver tickets brought back from Ning Lao, changed into clean bedclothes, threw the clump of robes under the bed, lay on the bed, and closed his eyes with a smile.

Zhao Hongwen, who was humming a small song, felt the increasingly scorching heat wave in the direction of the upper room, lay on the bed with his eyes slightly closed, and waited for a full stick of incense before the shouts of "go to the water, go to the water...... water" and the deafening sound of the gong sounded outside.

As the chaotic footsteps get closer and closer, more and more ......

Zhao Hongwen rubbed his eyes, deliberately made a sleepy appearance, pulled his shoes, and staggered to the door of the room wearing the ivory-white tuanhua dark-patterned robe that he loved to wear.

"What's the matter, what are you tossing when you don't sleep in the middle of the night?" Zhao Hongwen, who deliberately squinted his eyes, pushed open the door and yelled as if he was very irritable.

"Master Zhao, you should hide quickly, this room is out of the water. When Jiqing heard Zhao Hongwen's movements, he hurriedly stuffed the bucket he was carrying into a little eunuch, and ran to Zhao Hongwen's side in three steps and two steps, bowed down again and again, and said with a smile.

"What?" Zhao Hongwen asked rhetorically as if he couldn't believe it, raised his eyes and looked at the firelight, his eyes were full of horror, holding the placket of his clothes with one hand, pulling Jiqing with the other, and shouted repeatedly, "Hurry up and put out the fire, Ning Lao, have you come out, hurry up and let people go in and take a look, how can you go out at this time!"

"Zhao Ye, Zhao Ye, don't be so nervous, the fire is big at this time, you better avoid it first!" Don't look at Zhao Hongwen's slender body, but this hand strength is really not small, and it is so straight that Jiqing is shaking back and forth like a rag doll, and finally grabbed one of Zhao Hongwen's hands and shouted repeatedly.

(To be continued.) )