The Prime Minister's delicate wife can control her husband

"Dead...?" After hearing what Manager Geng said, Yan Lang hesitated before speaking out. If her death was related to her second uncle, then her second uncle was too cruel.

"OP, I am just suspicious and not sure yet. I will ask people in the martial arts world to find out later." Manager Geng made arrangements and left the bridal chamber immediately.

"Uncle Geng, what happened?" Zhang Wuji ran over to ask him stealthily, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Nothing... nothing happened, don't be so nervous." Chief Steward Geng was frightened by Zhang Wuji's sudden appearance, and immediately stroked his head, "Be obedient to the young master and don't cause any trouble."

In the middle of the night, Zhang Wuji was secretly practicing martial arts in the backyard, but was interrupted by a mocking voice from the upper building, "Your sword is weak and your breathing is unstable. You have committed all the taboos of martial arts."

The man's voice was not loud enough but it was loud enough for Zhang Wuji to hear clearly. The martial arts he was practicing now were exactly what his father taught him. The man said he was talking about his father.

Zhang Wuji ignored him and showed off another set of boxing skills. The people upstairs laughed even louder. "Why are you so unconvinced, little kid?"

After saying that, the man stood on the roof and re-enacted the boxing skills he had just demonstrated. Zhang Wuji could hear the power of his punches even though he was more than ten meters away from him. There was not even a trace of disorder in his breathing after he finished a set of punches, which made Zhang Wuji stunned.

"Who is this person? Why is he here?" Zhang Wuji held his Frontier Demon Sword and began to be on guard against him.

"Did you see clearly, little kid?" the man asked. "Don't be so nervous. I'm not here to kill you. Please take your sword. I'm really afraid that someone will snatch your sword away from me later."

"Why did you come to my brother-in-law's house?" Zhang Wuji asked.

"I was entrusted by someone, why are you doubting me?" The man opened his clothes and turned around on the building. "Look, I don't have any sharp weapons, so don't worry."

"Entrusted by someone?" Zhang Wuji was confused by his words, "Could it be Uncle Geng?"

"A fireman at the frontier, and now the kitchen manager of the Yan family - Lao Geng." The man responded.

When he heard him say that Uncle Geng was a fireman, he confirmed his identity and immediately knelt on the ground, "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings."

"No, no, no, I didn't say I wanted to be your master. Besides, you are mediocre and my disciples are all big shots. I'm afraid you'll ruin my reputation."

Zhang Wuji pretended not to hear and continued to kowtow.

"I didn't expect you to be so persistent!" The man said lazily, "Okay kid, I assigned you three tasks and you passed them all. I'm considering whether to take you as my apprentice."

Seeing that the man showed signs of changing his mind, Zhang Wuji shouted, "I'm willing to do anything as long as you can teach me kung fu!"

Yan Lang and Jiao Niang in the front yard heard it clearly under the pavilion. "What if his test results are different?" Jiao Niang asked from the side of the brothel.

"Then let Yuzhu or Yuanlu teach him. If it's really not possible for me to teach him, I will give him a surprise when the time comes." Yan Lang responded to Jiao Niang in a teasing tone.

"You are a woman with a body like yours, can you still teach others martial arts? Don't you need me to protect you in the end?"

After Yan Lang drank the Yin-nourishing Qi-replenishing blood medicine last time, Jiao Niang would mention this matter whenever she had the chance. "I didn't expect that the owner of Zuiyan Tower is a man with a woman's heart. What would happen if the Song Feng people knew about this?"

"It doesn't matter, Jiao Niang, just get up and go back to your room. Next, it depends on whether he can pass Jing Yang's assessment."

Yan Lang raised his arm, but Jiao Niang did not appreciate it and just shook her hand, saying, "Forget it. How can a commoner like me be supported by the host?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Lang took Jiao Niang into his arms, "Who said I want to support you? I want to hug you!" Then Yan Lang carried Jiao Niang back to the room at full speed.

"You...what do you want to do? I warn you not to forget our agreement! Besides, I'm still a patient."

Yan Lang didn't care about that and blew out the candle immediately, "Shh! Someone is coming!"

Jingyang, who was on the original building, discovered that several people were approaching the third room. No wonder Yan Lang suddenly felt that the situation was not good.

"Is it a thief?" Jiao Niang hugged Yan Lang tightly and asked tremblingly on his neck.

"Don't know?" Yan Lang took out the dagger from the secret compartment under the bed, "Don't worry, your husband will keep you safe."

After saying that, he laughed out loud, "You're so cowardly. I scared you all of a sudden. Take a rest now!"

Jiao Niang's face darkened with anger, and she threw the quilt on his bed to the ground, "Yan Sheng, get out of here!"

"Okay, I'll leave right away!" Yan Lang said and walked out.

As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw two people lying crookedly on the ground on both sides of the door. "Jingyang, take them back!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Wuji was still in the backyard, kowtowing to his master. When he looked up again, he found that the person on the building was gone. He shouted, "Liar!"

"What did you lie to him about?" Yan Lang joked.

Jingyang picked up the broken tiles from the building and threw them. The boy screamed, "It hurts!" Then a letter brushed past his hair and got stuck in the mud.

The boy looked in the direction he was going and saw the man on the building walking briskly, shouting, "I will definitely pass your test! Don't forget what you promised me."

"Jingyang, how does it feel to have a talkative apprentice?" Yan Lang covered his mouth and laughed below, only to hear Jingyang sighing: "Alas~"

In less than a quarter of an hour, the two arrived at Zuiyan Tower. "Yuzhu, please interrogate us! Who are they?"

Arriving at the bottom of the secret room, the two Su Xing confessed everything after being whipped a few times. They took Yuzhu's notes and said, "I don't believe it's such a coincidence. Do you two believe it?"

They didn't believe what was said, "Then keep beating them until they are willing to talk."

He is clearly a gangster, but he is accused of burglary. He did not go to the main house, the second house, or the third house, but only the new house. This reason is ridiculous. "Keep investigating. I want to see who it is? He comes to my place once a month."

Zhang Wuji returned to his room and carefully opened the letter. Although he was not very literate, he still recognized the few lines of words. "How can this be an assessment? It's clearly aimed at me!" Zhang Wuji sighed.

“The first thing is to study hard.”

"The second thing is to study hard."

"The third is still to study hard."

"Why is there such a strange test?" Zhang Wuji flipped through the letter again and found traces of ink on the inside of the envelope through the candlelight. He opened it and saw the contents, which were all unfamiliar words. He carefully copied them out and waited until dawn to ask Yan An to help translate it.

At dawn, Jiao Niang found that Yan Sheng was not in the house. She pushed open the door and saw bloodstains on the ground. In an inconspicuous corner, Jiao Niang found a jade pendant. "How could Yan Sheng be so careless as to throw the jade pendant everywhere?"

Jiao Niang pinched the token with two fingers and felt a shallow groove on the back. She turned it over and saw that the words on the back did not seem to be from the Great Zhou Dynasty.