The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

"Were you injured on your way here? There are packs of vicious dogs in the city. You should get them treated properly."

Old Master Fang asked worriedly, cursing the ownerless dogs.

"Now that their masters have left, they should run away with them. Staying here like ownerless dogs is really pitiful and hateful."

"Grandpa, I'm fine. It's just the guy I bumped into who has a sprained back."

Mr. Fang stroked his cane and said, "I'm glad you're okay. I'm glad you're okay."

As he spoke, Fang Youming became a little anxious and looked outside several times.

After all, you are still young and cannot withstand the test.

Fang Youming felt that the situation was urgent. If he couldn't find General Duan's men, the poison in his body would not be cured.

Now there is no telling how many enemy minions are hiding in the city, and General Duan is unconscious. What should we do?

He didn't know any other ways of contacting them. Even if his subordinates came to him, he didn't know whether they could be trusted.

He was extremely anxious, but Mr. Fang was very surprised.

Old Master Fang had just received the news that General Duan had returned to the city and his whereabouts were unknown, and his grandson came over and spoke at length.

At first he thought his house was being robbed, but after seeing the seriousness in his eyes, he couldn't help but think more deeply.

I bumped into the waiter... and got hurt.

End, end...

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Old Master Fang's originally hunched back straightened up instantly.

No way!

This is like giving you a pillow when you feel sleepy.

"Grandfather, please be careful."

Fang Youming stepped forward and quickly whispered the word "poison" into his ear.

Then I observed his expression. This kind of tacit cooperation between the grandfather and grandson happened more than once or twice.

Mr. Fang's hands began to tremble with excitement.

God was kind to the Fang family, and a gold nugget fell out of a mud pit.

When Fang Youming saw his grandfather like this, he thought that his grandfather was frightened. He was confused and a little annoyed.

Just as he was thinking about something else, his arm was suddenly grabbed.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw a piece of clothing floating outside the yard out of the corner of his eye, and his mouth stopped opening.

They were targeted.

That group of people arrived really quickly.

"If you have nothing to do, go back early and work with the captain. Don't spend the whole day doing nothing. I'm still busy with this. I'll ask the chief officer for leave for dinner later. Go, go, go quickly."

Fang Youming wanted to say something more, but he saw his grandfather shaking his head. He could only swallow the words in his mouth and nodded his head.

"Then I'll be leaving first. Pu Ge'er is having his birthday tonight and we've made some delicious food. I'll pick you up when you're done."

"it is good."

After saying that, the two of them went out together. Old Master Fang said goodbye to him at the door, and after Fang Youming left, he turned around and went into the office.

After Fang Youming left, he could feel someone staring at him from behind.

He chose to walk through crowded places until he returned to the south of the city.

As we walked, the number of people here gradually decreased.

Fang Youming tried hard to act normal and walked home as usual.

He had just passed by the restaurant and was planning to ask Captain Zhao to follow him, but he learned that he had gone out of town for something.

Now, I can only bite the bullet and go home.

In this situation, the more he couldn't panic, the more he believed he hadn't revealed any clues.

Even if he was caught, nothing would be revealed. Mu's city was patrolled by soldiers everywhere, and he didn't believe they would kill him in broad daylight.

Killing themselves is a small matter, but if they are discovered by patrolling officers and soldiers, the loss will outweigh the gain for that group of people.

So, as long as you can hold on, there will be no problem.

After figuring it out, he relaxed even more.

Sure enough, when he reached the corner of Baihua Alley, he was surrounded by several people.

When Fang Youming saw the person coming, the first thing he did was to cover his purse.

"Who are you?! What do you want to do?!"

"Little brother, we brothers have something to ask you, please come this way."

Fang Youming struggled to avoid their hands, "Let go, let go! If you have anything to say, just ask me."

He immediately put on a scoundrel expression, "But first, let me make it clear, you have to pay."

Hu Laosan signaled his men to come forward.

"I'm asking you, have you seen any strange people recently?"

Fang Youming glanced at them and asked, "Aren't you the same?"

"Hey, you brat."

A hot-tempered man immediately stepped forward and kicked Fang Youming hard.

Fang Youming was kicked against the wall and started screaming for a while.

"Oh, someone is killing someone! Help! Someone is trying to kill someone here!"

He squatted in the corner, holding his waist and groaning, looking like a scoundrel.

"Who are you? I'm telling you, I'm Captain Zhao's favorite. When I see Captain Zhao, I'll report you and have you all thrown into the dungeon."

Hu Laoer began to doubt whether there was something wrong with his judgment.

Is this kind of person really capable of hiding someone?

"You must have a problem. Tell me where you hid the person!"

A person next to him came forward in a hurry. It was the person next to the waiter in the morning.

"What kind of person is this? Crazy..."

Fang Youming looked up with squinted eyes, then suddenly pointed at him in surprise and said, "Aren't you the one who worked at the mill this morning?"

After saying that, he suddenly understood.

Glancing around at the group of people, he said, "So they think I'm a fat sheep because I have money to buy jerky."

After saying that, he stood up with his body tilted.

"But you're mistaken. I don't have a penny."

"You don't have any money, and you still buy jerky."

The man didn't believe it.

Fang Youming gave him a strange look and said, "It's none of your business if I don't have money. I bought it to honor Captain Zhao. Is it bothering you?"

The man choked and felt Hu Laoer's unfriendly gaze on him, and felt a little anxious.

He noticed something was wrong with this person in the morning, so he reported it to Lord Hu, hoping to be the first to receive the credit.

After all, the mill was where the young general Duan communicated with the army outside the city. It was usually where enemy information was transmitted and where secret agents reported military events to the capital.

Normally this hidden chess piece has never been used. The adult above has been pressing it all the time, and it has only been activated now.

I received a message the other day saying that if there is any news about General Duan, it should be kept secret.