Kick the wrong car door and ride the wrong horse

"Just keep your words to a minimum. You know that the leader doesn't like to talk about this issue, so be careful not to be overheard by him." Qin Xiong stopped him in a low voice.

Hearing the voices outside the car gradually die down, Wu Fuqian's complexion became paler and paler. He suppressed his cough, but his heart was already one after another.

"Okay, Jinan City is ahead, let's hurry up." Yan Qiaotian's voice sounded from the front.

Wu Fuqian got up slightly, lifted the foot of the carriage, saw Yan Qiaotian riding on the horse, and glanced at him, so frightened that he immediately put down the curtain of the carriage, and his heart beat faster.

The branch of Qingyun Society in Jinan is a dance building, and the name is also poetic-Wu Lingxiao.

The head of the house is a middle-aged man who is nearly forty years old, named Ma Yantang. He is obviously not much older than Yan Qiaotian, but he looks much older. When he welcomed Yan Qiaotian and the others into the house through the back door, he was curious. He glanced at the carriage and asked puzzledly, "Boss, what's in the carriage?"

"Hey, the eldest son of Aotianmen, you can find a quieter room for him to live in. He is not in good health. Find a doctor to have a look. We will discuss matters in the front hall later." Yan Qiaotian quickly finished ordering After that, he threw the reins to Ma Yantang.

"Yes."

After Yan Qiaotian left, Song Wuqing walked to Ma Yantang curiously, and asked softly, "By the way, since we left last year, has that Xia Qingyan come here to pester you again?"

Ma Yantang shook his head helplessly, and then said with a bitter face: "It's not just to pester you, you don't know, she came here yesterday, and she has to find a job in my Wulingxiao, no matter what We have to wait until the head of the family comes back."

Song Wuqing laughed loudly and said: "This little girl is really persistent, I like it, haha."

Qin Xiong walked between Ma Yantang and Song Wuqing, and then said with a sullen face: "Then let the leader marry her to you." After finishing speaking, he walked towards his room without looking back.

Ma Yantang stared at Qin Xiong's leaving back in confusion and said, "It's strange, brother Qin, what's the matter? Just now the leader only said that the boy is not in good health, why is he not in good health?" he said At that moment, Bian pouted at Wu Fuqian's carriage.

Song Wuqing also looked at the carriage, and said with a smile: "This is a good show."

In the evening, Yan Qiaotian called his subordinates to discuss matters in the front hall, and Ma Yantang briefly explained what happened in Jinan during these times.

"Last time, the Four Gangs of Qinghe sent news that someone was pretending to be the leader and doing all kinds of bad things in Jinan City, so I sent someone out to investigate, but the other party was hiding a very secret, although I sent out several groups of people. , I have never been able to find their whereabouts, but this situation has improved in the past few days." Ma Yantang looked at Yan Qiaotian and said, "That's why I sent someone to deliver a letter to the head of the family, hoping to come here soon .”

"How is the situation now?" Yan Qiaotian said lightly.

"These people are not active in the city, they seem to be guarding outside the city. The master knows that there are many small villages outside the city of Jinan. Even if we hide one or two people, we can't find them. But I have sent people to ambush them secretly. I’m in Gege Village, and I think there will be news in the next few days.” Ma Yantang replied.

"Are these people wearing masks?" Song Wuqing asked curiously.

Ma Yantang looked at Song Wuqing in surprise and replied: "Yes... yes, because they wear masks when they go in and out, so everyone thinks it is rather strange."

"Boss, what should we do now?" Qin Xiong turned around and asked after hearing this.

Yan Qiaotian took a deep breath, and then said calmly: "Tomorrow we will go to the Xia Mansion, we haven't visited since last year, and we don't know if the eldest son of the Xia Mansion has really changed his ways. "

"But Xia Qingyan... the leader is really not worried?" Song Wuqing asked tentatively.

Yan Qiaotian glanced at him, and then said coldly: "Hmph, I'm not worried, why are you worried, oh, I see, so you are interested in her?"

"I didn't." Song Wuqing hastily argued.

"Since that's the case, then what else is there to worry about?" Yan Qiaotian stood up suddenly and said, "Okay, everyone, go back and rest first, you've been tired enough for the past few days."

"I've already sent someone to send everyone's things to your room, but this dance hall is very lively every night, so I can't hear you clearly from the backyard, I hope it won't hinder everyone's rest." Ma Yantang looked embarrassed color way.

"It's okay." After Yan Qiaotian finished speaking, she turned her head and walked towards her own room.

After Qin Xiong and Song Wuqing glanced at each other, they both shrugged and said, "It's really strange."

Song Wuqing grabbed Qin Xiong's arm and said: "You said that the leader obviously doesn't want to see that eldest lady, why is he going to provoke her now? Besides, we are looking for those fake people, why did he go to Xiafu? ?”

Qin Xiong didn't shake his arm, but said softly: "Probably the leader also wants to find someone to accompany him."

Song Wuqing looked at Qin Xiong curiously, for some reason his face turned slightly red, he immediately let go of Qin Xiong's arm, and ran away as if fleeing: "I... I'm going back to the house first."

Qin Xiong stood there in despair until Song Wuqing's figure disappeared around the corner, then shook his head helplessly and went back to the house.

At dinner time, seeing that Wu Fuqian hadn't come out for dinner, Yan Qiaotian couldn't help but feel a little worried. The person who always chattered suddenly became so silent, it really didn't look like him.

Thinking about it, he came to a small room in the northernmost part of the backyard, which was the farthest from the front hall, and he couldn't hear the hustle and bustle of the front hall clearly.

After standing in front of the door and hesitating for a moment, Yan Qiaotian knocked lightly on the door.

A weak voice came from inside: "Come in."

There was no electric light in the room, and it was pitch dark. Yan Qiaotian went straight to the candlestick without thinking, and lit the candles in the room with the lighter in his sleeve. The weak Wu Fuqian was sitting on the ground behind the door, with his head buried between his legs, as if he was dying.

Yan Qiaotian wanted to step forward to help him up, but he held back his thoughts, sat on the stool closest to him, and asked indifferently, "Why didn't you rest on the bed? Don't you want to recover?"

Wu Fuqian did not raise his head, and murmured: "Recovery or sick, what's the difference? Will you let me go?"

Yan Qiaotian stood up angrily, slammed her hands on the table, and said displeasedly: "You can always make me want to kill you in such a short time."

Wu Fuqian raised his head, with a slight smile on his lips, and said charmingly: "I just want you to kill me."