All the money was emptied on the way to exile, and there was too much money to spend

Zhu Qiang is very stingy.

But it was for his master.

He is the type who is stubborn and cannot change his mind.

Fan Wei was so angry that he got a cold shoulder.

But what can be done?

Didn't he have to force himself to send Zhu Qiang away with a smile? After all, he was only hoping that Zhu Qiang would say something nice to the prince so that he could move up a position.

He is so filial to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. When the day comes that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince ascends the throne, he will at least get a seat as the Central Commander.

At that time, it will truly be said that if one person succeeds, the whole family will ascend to heaven.

Now the emperor is ill, and there is a famine in the south, and several princes are ready to make a move. The crown prince is the legitimate heir, and it is only a matter of time before he succeeds to the throne.

Fan Wei can already see his bright future.

By then, he will have many friends, a wife and children, and associate with high-ranking officials. Who will remember that he was just a horse slave when he was young?

The more Fan Wei thought about it, the happier he became, and he couldn't help but grin out loud.

"Sir, when are you going to the gambling house? Madam is making a scene at home, saying that she can't live if the matter of her brother from her mother's family can't be resolved."

His trusted advisor walked up to him and asked him in a low voice.

Fan Wei's smile froze on his face. His beautiful dream was shattered, and he was naturally a little unhappy.

He asked the master with a fierce face: "How much money did the gambling house say it lost?"

"Their turnover for the better part of a month is said to be over 100,000 taels."

"Could it be possible that hundreds of thousands of taels of silver could just disappear out of thin air? It's impossible for such a large sum of money to be transported away quietly."

Fan Wei thought it was impossible.

This must have been an oversight somewhere.

Maybe the money had never left the gambling house? It was just that the other party was caught unawares and they overlooked it?

"Let's go and have another look."

Fan Wei called his subordinates and rushed to the gambling house again.

I have to say that his guess is actually quite reasonable. If a normal person stole the silver, he would probably choose the method that Fan Wei guessed: hiding under the light.

But unfortunately, the people who stole the silver this time were not a group, and they did not choose to hide their crimes.

She walked in with a swagger, took a look around, and when she came out, all the money was in her hands.

It can be said that as long as she doesn't admit it, no one will know that she stole the money from the gambling house.

Or to put it more exaggeratedly, even if she admitted it, others might not believe it.

Yes, who made the money disappear?

But Xia Chan didn't mean to say anything.

She stayed in a tree on the mountain outside the city until the afternoon, and saw a team coming out of the city from afar.

The telescope's magnification was increased a little, and the leader's face could be seen clearly. Xia Chan whistled and slid down from the branch.

Going to untie the reins of the horse that was grazing in the woods, Xia Chan touched the horse's mane, pulled the reins and climbed onto the horse.

It was her first time, oh no, it should be her second time riding a horse.

The first time was when I bought a horse with my sister-in-law. That was the first time.

Now for the second time.

But even if it's the second time riding a horse, it won't have any impact.

After a little practice, she became proficient in it.

Maybe this has something to do with her talent and courage?

In short, she rode her horse, swaying out of the woods, with her legs clamped around the horse's belly, and slowly walked in the direction of Zhu Qiang and his team.

Although Xia Chan is confident, she is not stupid enough to take action outside the city.

She had to follow the team for a while, at least out of the city enough for support to arrive quickly.

It would be more convenient to do it that way.

She rode for about two hours.

According to the ancient calculation method, it is four hours.

Four hours later, they were far away from the city and came to a place with mountains on both sides and an official road in the middle.

By this time, it was already dark.

Zhu Qiang rode his horse in front of the team, looking serious and alert to the situation around him.

When he heard the sound of horse hooves, he immediately looked towards the direction where the sound came from.

At the turning ahead, a familiar face with a faint smile appeared.

She was wearing a goose yellow gown and her hair was casually combed into a bun and tied high behind her head.

There was an unconcealable hint of teasing between those delicate and attractive eyebrows.

Or rather, she didn't even want to hide.

"Master Zhu, we meet again!"

Xia Chan curved the corners of her lips and smiled very sweetly.

However, when the summer cicada appeared, Zhu Qiang became extremely alert.

He stopped the team and put his hand on the sword at his waist.

"Xia Chan, how dare you, a criminal, show up?"

Xia Chan found it a little funny.

"Master Zhu, is it my illusion? Why do I faintly hear your voice trembling?"

That nonchalant voice, coupled with an indifferent expression, was so irritating.

Zhu Qiang gritted his teeth, wishing he could rush forward and kill Xia Chan on the spot.

"Xia Chan, don't be so arrogant. I fell for your trick last time. Do you think I will be tricked by you again this time?"

"I know how."

Xia Chan smiled and took out a flute.

She twirled the flute in her hand and smiled at Zhu Qiang, whose expression changed, and said, "The last time I met the Crown Prince, did he like the 'meeting gift' I gave him?"

"Can I give Master Zhu a similar 'greeting gift' now?"

The gift she mentioned was not a real gift.

If Zhu Qiang dared to agree, he would suffer bad consequences.

But then again, Xia Chan had no intention of giving Zhu Qiang anything good.

"Master Zhu, we are old acquaintances. There is no need to be polite anymore."

Xia Chan decided to get straight to the point and make a quick decision.

She doesn't want to walk at night. It's scary!

(Zhu Qiang: I don’t believe you.)

She curved her eyebrows and smiled sweetly: "To tell you the truth, I like the things in the carriage behind you. Do you want to bring it to me or should I go and get it?"

Zhu Qiang: …

Zhu Qiang was almost irritated to death by Xia Chan's shameless words.

What does it mean that he delivers it or she comes to get it?

Does this make any difference?

"Xia Chan, don't go too far. This belongs to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Yeah, I just know it's his stuff. Otherwise, why do you think I would risk being caught by you and come here to rob you?"

"Summer cicada!"

Such blunt language made Zhu Qiang so angry that his eyes turned red.

He stared at Xia Chan, unable to control himself any longer, drew his knife, and rode towards her on horseback.

Xia Chan looked at Zhu Qiang who was rushing towards him aggressively, and shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"You still don't learn your lesson, Master Zhu."

She turned her wrist, and the flute in her hand disappeared, and turned into a small emerald green porcelain bottle.

Zhu Qiang just realized that something was wrong.

Xia Chan flicked the small porcelain bottle lightly with his fingers.

A crisp sound was heard.

Zhu Qiang's stomach suddenly ached, as if something was biting his intestines.

He raised his head and looked at the summer cicada not far away.

One hand tightly hugged her belly.

The tone was extremely painful.

"Are you the one behind this?"