The big bandit in the Red Mansion robbed Lin Daiyu at the beginning

"Can you guys do this?"

The hall masters named by Qingfeng Li all stood at attention and growled solemnly.

"Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

Qingfeng Li nodded with satisfaction.

"Alright! This operation is about whether Qingfeng Village can rescue the suffering people of the world. If there's more, everyone go down and prepare!"

"Yes!"

All the hall masters shouted in unison, turned around and walked out of the tent in an orderly manner.

When Li Qingfeng was the only one left in the tent,

Li Qingfeng sat down on the tiger-skin chair with a tired look on his face, staring at the ceiling of the tent in a trance.

Li Qingfeng didn't care much about the news from the Shenjing court.

Only Rong Mama's request made him feel a little troubled.

It's not that Rong Mama wants to bring Lin Daiyu back.

Today, Qingfeng Village has many soldiers and generals, and has established its own base.

Lin Daiyu's treatment in Shenjing was also very effective, and it was time to bring her back.

Moreover, Li Qingfeng also intended to bring Lin Daiyu along when he established his own regime in Jinling.

However, Rong Mama said in her heart that Sister Lin had deep affection for the three sisters in Rongguo Mansion and might be reluctant to leave.

Could you please tell me whether we can bring the three sisters back to Yangzhou?

At that time, Qingfeng Li barely gave it a thought.

All the imperial physicians have been invited back, aren’t they just three little girls?

Just a stroke of the pen and it’s done!

But now that I think about it carefully, I vaguely feel that something is wrong.

Today, Qingfeng Li hardly cares about the Rongguo Mansion.

On the other hand, the three sisters are quite pitiful, and they get along well with Sister Lin in Rongguo Mansion.

He couldn't treat them the same way he treated everyone in the Jia family.

Li Qingfeng had a vague feeling that a lot of trouble would arise after the Sanchun sisters were brought to Yangzhou.

When Xiao Ai was telling him about some psychological control techniques, there was one sentence that Qingfeng Li always kept in mind.

When a person is faced with a choice between people or things, when he starts to hesitate, don't hesitate, just choose the latter!

The latter must be better than the former, otherwise there would be no hesitation.

But now Qingfeng Li's order has been issued,

Forget it, let’s take it one step at a time!

……

In Jinling City,

Wang Ziteng came to Xue's house in casual clothes again tonight and met Xue Pan.

As soon as they met, Wang Ziteng said amiably,

"How has Pan'er been doing in Jinling these past two days?"

Xue Pan smiled, stood up and bowed.

"Thank you for your concern, uncle. I hope my nephew is doing well!"

Then he didn't say anything clever.

"I suppose Uncle came here today to inquire about the results of yesterday's inquiry?"

Wang Ziteng nodded awkwardly, but still said,

"After all, this matter concerns countless people in Jinling. As the general of Jinling, it is not easy for me to..."

Xue Pan waved his hand to interrupt Wang Ziteng's words, sat down on the chair and crossed his legs,

"Uncle, this is wrong!"

"My Qingfeng Village came all the way from Yangzhou. When have you ever heard of any incidents of harming the people?"

"Those whose homes were confiscated and whose lives were murdered were all evil gentry and merchants who caused public outrage and were wrongly killed. I believe that the people of Jinling City are now eagerly looking forward to the Qingfeng Stronghold outside the city!"

Wang Ziteng had no complaints about Xue Pan's rude behavior.

The situation is not as strong as the person. Now Xue Pan has already thrown himself into the arms of Qingfeng Village, and it is said that he will also send his niece Xue Baochai to the back house of Li Qingfeng, the leader of Qingfeng Village, after Li Qingfeng goes to Nanjing.

With the rise of Qingfeng Village, the Xue family is bound to prosper.

But for Wang Ziteng, he and the entire Wang family were too involved.

Even if he wanted to surrender to the enemy, he did not dare to make a decision early.

Hearing this, I could only smile awkwardly.

"Haha, Pan'er is joking!"

Then he sat in the guest seat, took a sip of tea to hide his embarrassment, and asked,