Datang broom star

Baling said: "Unlucky! Wang Yuerong went to get the good wine from the palace last time. I'll have a drink with my husband."

Wang Yuerong got up and went out.

Walking in the night, her mind was full of the word assassination.

Is he all right?

The man said that Jia Ping'an was unharmed, but Wang Yuerong was still thinking about this problem.

After getting the wine, she came back with it.

Suddenly a man popped out at the corner, but it was Zhang Xian, the housekeeper.

Zhang Xian has been coveting her all the time, but Wang Yuerong never paid attention to her in the past.

But today Zhang Xian drank wine and hugged him when he came up.

Wang Yuerong avoided, "Get lost!"

But Zhang Xian persisted in pestering him.

Wang Yuerong walked quickly, but Zhang Xian stopped after chasing for a while, cursing: "Bitch, I'll deal with you later."

Ever since Baling alienated Wang Yuerong, this beautiful woman's status in the mansion has been declining, otherwise Zhang Xian wouldn't dare to harass her.

Wang Yuerong entered the lobby, sent the wine jar over, and then stopped talking.

Baling frowned and said, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Wang Yuerong lowered his head, "On the way here, Zhang Xian stopped me, saying that...the night is dark, a woman is in danger, do you know where the light is? I don't know what he wants to say, so I ran away quickly."

Baling smiled and said: "The night is dark, but the light is there, my husband..."

Chai Lingwu said, "You deal with it."

Baling sneered and said, "Take Zhang Xian and send him to the countryside, yes!"

Someone answered.

Since then, there has been no such person as Zhang Xian in the world.

……

Last night, Jia Pingan thought about the origin of the assassin for a long time, analyzed the situation, and got up late in the morning.

Since he got up late, he simply ate breakfast slowly.

"Safety!"

Yang Deli was shouting outside, and Jia Pingan said, "I'll go later."

After breakfast, I slowly went to work in the imperial city. It was really pleasant.

It's like not seeing a colleague on the way to work in future generations. That feeling is very subtle and refreshing.

Of course, it would be even better if no money was deducted at the end of the month.

Jia Pingan was humming, and Abao's pace gradually changed with his rhythm.

It was indeed a BMW.

but……

Jia Pingan suddenly felt guilty.

I actually forgot to thank Concubine Xiao Shu.

He patted Ah Bao's neck, and Ah Bao let out a long hiss, very happy.

A person came in front of him, and when he approached, he let out a snort, "Uncle Wuyang?"

The person who came was Hu Yun, the head of the Ministry of War. Judging from his appearance, he was clearly going to the winery.

Did he report to the Ministry of War?

Jia Pingan coughed dryly, "Master Hu is rare!"

Hu Yun glanced at the sky, and said in disbelief, "Uncle Wuyang is only going to Baiqi right now?"

"Yes!" Jia Pingan remembered Hu Yun's eyes of justice last time, and couldn't help feeling a little tangled.

"Uncle Wuyang!" Hu Yun lowered his voice, and said righteously: "How can you be late? It doesn't matter if you are late, but many people in Baiqi have to wait for you to arrange business. Don't you feel uncomfortable?"

I feel better!

Jia Ping's head was full of black lines, and he felt that he was unlucky to meet this guy who really made Yang Deli feel ashamed.

When we arrived at Baiqi, Shaopeng wasn't surprised that he was late at all, "Bao Dong looks a bit lonely."

Jia Pingan took a look outside and saw Bao Dong sitting on the steps, turning over the pastry in loneliness, and then took a bite, the loneliness made people sigh.

"Old Tang went to the army, we miss him too, but after all, the battlefield is where he belongs."

Shaopeng got up, "Let's go and see that assassin, and go to the Forbidden Garden to have a look after you're done."

"Old Shao, do you know how to torture?" Shaopeng looked at his benevolent eyebrows, and Master Jia couldn't help but think of Tang Seng. Could it be that Lao Shao is convincing others with virtue?

"Ow!"

The screams made all the Baiqi shudder.

"what!"

"..."

The screams continued.

Jia Pingan took a look.

Holding a red-hot soldering iron in his hand, Shao Peng said calmly: "We haven't done it for a long time. We were only proficient in the past. Now that we're starting execution, what else do you have to say?"

iron!

Jia Pingan felt that Lao Shao's method was really good.

"Someone said!"

"We haven't started to do it yet." Shaopeng glanced at the man's swollen knee, "Those people don't know the rules, and they want to break their knees? No matter how lax they are, the criminals can't escape. You can remember Living?"