On her wedding night, she went into exile with her pharmacy arsenal

Yan Ruyu felt that this matter was quite strange.

The little skinny man ran all the way to the town to report the news. As soon as he left, Song Qingyao also got the news.

Who on earth robbed the medicine truck, killed people and still wanted ransom?

The key point is that in the name of Heiguanzhai, Qi Xuanliang is not in the hands of the real gangsters at all. They want money and no one can release it. When the time comes, they can catch the person who sent the ransom and maybe they can make another fortune.

Huo Changhe covered Yan Ruyu with his big cloak and hugged her gently.

The two listened quietly.

The night was quiet, and the conversation inside sounded exceptionally clear.

Mr. Qi was silent for a long time and said: "There is no need to sell jewelry. Liang'er is my grandson, so it is appropriate to save him."

"It's just that these 3 taels are not a small amount after all. I have to make up for it in my family's shop."

"Yes, grandson-in-law understands. Thank you very much, grandfather." Song Qingyao was surprised and happy, with an abnormal blush on her face. "My husband and I will never forget my grandfather's great kindness."

Old Master Qi muttered: "As for the silver, you can take 2 taels first and talk to the gangsters. They must not understand those medicinal materials and it will be useless if you ask for them. Ask them to return the medicinal materials and sell them later. Give me another ten thousand."

Song Qingyao pursed her lips and said nothing. Everyone knew that this matter was difficult.

Bargaining with the kidnapper and asking for something back? Even if they didn't use the medicinal materials, according to their logic, it was something they grabbed based on their strength. Why should they return it?

Mr. Qi looked to himself and said, "As for the person to send the ransom, do you have any suggestions?"

Song Qingyao hasn't spoken yet, and Mrs. Qi doesn't care about her answer.

He continued: "This person must have a deep love for Xuan'er and care for him wholeheartedly. Otherwise, I won't be at ease with so much money in his hands. It's a shame if the money is lost, in case Xuan'er is harmed by it. Life, that’s the most serious thing.”

"This person needs to be smart and calm. After all, he is facing a kidnapper. Therefore, in order to save Xuan'er, he must have no hesitation."

When the old man said this, he sighed: "Jing'er from the second room is a suitable candidate. It's just that it costs so much to save Xuan'er. You know his daughter-in-law, Mrs. Yan. If she finds out, it will be inevitable." It would be bad to make a fuss."

After all, anyone who is not a fool will understand that the person the old man most hopes to rescue Qi Xuanliang is Song Qingyao.

Couples who are married are naturally very affectionate. If they go with the money, they are not afraid of her running away with it.

Furthermore, even if she was killed by the kidnappers, she was just a daughter-in-law, and she was still sick. Maybe Mrs. Qi had long been bothered by her illness. Not to mention the consumption of medicinal materials, she still couldn't help the Qi family. What is the use?

Song Qingyao's face was pale. She was very smart, so how could she not understand the meaning of these words.

He was stunned for a moment, twisting the handkerchief tightly with his hands, and his knuckles turned a little white.

The candlelight in the house jumped, and suddenly a lantern flower was hit. Song Qingyao returned to God and made up his mind.

She worshiped her grandfather, "If the grandfather believed his grandfather, Sun Du was willing to take a trip to save the husband, and he would never say a word."

A look of satisfaction flashed across Mr. Qi's face, he stepped forward and helped her up with his own hands.

"Well, thank you for your hard work. I'll have someone deliver the banknote to your courtyard early tomorrow morning. Go ahead then. It's best not to make any announcement about this matter."

"Yes, granddaughter-in-law understands."

That's it, no more need to be said, Song Qingyao resigned.

Yan Ruyu narrowed her eyes slightly, feeling a little angry in her heart.

This old man Qi is really not the same thing. He is not as kind as he appears on the surface.

This kind of person is the most hateful.

Huo Changhe whispered in her ear: "Do you want to follow?"

Yan Ruyu was about to nod when she suddenly saw Mr. Qi walking around the room holding a candle.

Huo Changhe also saw it, and neither of them moved, watching quietly.

The old man walked to the bookshelf and fiddled with it. The bookshelf suddenly split to the left and right.

Generally, wealthy families have several darkrooms. Wherever Yan Ruyu went before, she could find some belongings in the darkrooms.

But the Qi family, Yan Ruyu Yinyin feels so simple.

The old man walked into the darkroom, and Yan Ruyu counted the time.

For nearly a quarter of an hour, there was no movement.

This isn't like a darkroom.

She pointed to the window. Huo Changhe took off his cloak and went in lightly. After seeing that there was no one in the room and that there was no danger, he stretched out his hand to Yan Ruyu.

Yan Ruyu put the cloak into the space and jumped in.

This is not a dark room, but a secret passage.

When Old Master Qi walked in, he must have gone somewhere else, so he couldn't get out for a while.

It was pitch dark in the secret passage. In order to prevent other gases and the like, Yan Ruyu did not let Huo Changhe light the fire. She took out a small flashlight, dimmed the light, placed it within one meter in front, and walked forward slowly.

Neither of them spoke. It was very quiet in the secret passage. You could hear breathing and heartbeat.

Huo Changhe held Yan Ruyu's hand with one hand and held the hilt of the sword with the other, his whole body on guard.

After walking for more than ten minutes, I felt like there was a slight breeze in front of me.

Huo Changhe glanced at Yan Ruyu, and their eyes met.

It should be the exit.

Huo Changhe went to the front first to check. It was a stone gate made of several rocks. There were dead branches and vines outside for cover.

It's winter now. If it were in other seasons, no one would notice.

After going out of the door, there were footprints on the ground. Huo Changhe stepped on the footprints in front, and Yan Ruyu followed behind.

As soon as we reached a corner, there were more footprints on the ground and we didn't know which way to go.

Just as he was hesitating, he heard footsteps and voices in the distance.

Huo Changhe hugged Yan Ruyu and flew up the branch.

As those people approached, the snow was almost falling.

Underneath were two men, tall and tall, wearing cotton-padded clothes and holding firewood in their hands.

One of them shrank his neck: "It's really cold today, and it's snowing all the time."

"The winter here is like this. It's even colder when we get to Bianguan in the northwest."

"Don't mention it, I don't want to go to that damn place again."

"A ghostly place?" The man chuckled, "Can it be ghostier than the place we are staying in now?"

The other person opened his mouth and whispered: "If it weren't for the fact that we are deserters and there is our shadow pattern, I wouldn't be lying in a place like this!"

"Yes, there is still a place to stay, but I don't want to be here."

The two gradually talked and drifted apart.

Yan Ruyu whispered: "Are they deserters?"

"Hearing this, he must be from the northwest. Come on, follow him and take a look."

The two followed quietly behind.

It looked like an abandoned house. The walls were damaged in some places, and the branches under the walls looked like weeds that the snow couldn't bury.

I don't know where this is, but Yan Ruyu thinks it must be out of the Qi family.

The shadows of the two people in front turned and entered a small courtyard.