Started as a thatched house and ended up as a female figure

"My Lord, the Minister of Rites and the Secretary General have come with their two sons to apologize to you and me.

Since you were not here, it was the master who received them. The two young men knelt down and kowtowed to the master to admit their mistakes, and their attitude was quite sincere.

The Minister of Rites and the Secretary General wanted to wait for you to come back, but the master said that you had an appointment at noon, so they went back and said that they would come back another day to apologize to the Marquis. "

Cheng Wan raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to walk into the mansion without stopping: "Got it, how is the luggage packed?"

"Madam told us to start packing our luggage half a month ago, and today, we have almost finished packing."

Cheng Wan stopped and turned to look at Chen Changtong behind him.

Chen Changtong was a little nervous. There shouldn't be any problem with his report just now...

"Chen Changtong, you will set off back to Liangzhou today and set up a 'Cheng Mansion' in Shuoyang City. Make all necessary preparations and wait for us to arrive."

This time, it’s not just the Cheng family that is returning to Liangzhou.

There were many servants following.

The Cheng family in Pingnan Village could never accommodate so many people.

Besides, Cheng Wan also needed a relatively quiet place to read, and Pingnan Village was a bit too noisy.

Although there are more people in Shuoyang City, the big house is always quiet.

With such a heavy responsibility, Chen Changtong was both excited and nervous: "My Lord, I'm afraid that the house I bought will not suit your taste."

"You are the housekeeper of my Zhaoping Marquis's Mansion. I have witnessed your growth in the past few months. I believe in you." Cheng Wan smiled at Chen Changtong and said in a gentle voice, "If you really can't make up your mind, go ask Lord Xu Zhuocheng, or ask my second uncle and others. In short, we must ensure that the people in the mansion have a place to settle down after arriving in Shuoyang."

"Yes! I will definitely complete the task entrusted by the Marquis!"

Chen Changtong's eyes were bright and his voice was firm.

The Marquis recognizes him and believes in him, he will definitely not let the Marquis down!

"In addition to buying a house, there are two more things you need to do."

Cheng Wan looked at Chen Changtong's back with his eyes slightly narrowed.

I hope Chen Changtong won't wait for her in Shuoyang for too long...

When you are away from the capital for a long time, in addition to packing your luggage, you also need to arrange many things.

You can't just leave whenever you want.

Two farms, two shops, and a marquisate.

It would be impossible if there was no one who could take charge and take responsibility staying in the capital.

After thinking about it, Cheng Wan decided to keep Aunt Xia Yun.

"Aunt Xia Yun, I leave everything in the capital in your hands. When I return, I will definitely reward you handsomely."

Cheng Wan bowed slightly to Aunt Xia Yun with a solemn demeanor, his voice full of sincerity.

Aunt Xia Yun hurriedly helped Cheng Wan up:

"My Lord, you really treat me like a fool. I am a member of the Marquis of Zhaoping's Mansion and I should obey your orders.

The Marquis has entrusted such an important task to me, and I will do my best to take care of everything in the Marquis Zhaoping Mansion. Please rest assured, my Lord."

Of course Cheng Wan was relieved.

Xia Yun is an aunt from the palace, and was chosen by Chang Fu himself.

In terms of her ability and qualifications, Cheng Wan had nothing to worry about with her looking after the Zhaoping Marquis Mansion in the capital.

As for whether Aunt Xia Yun would take advantage of the master's absence to tamper with the things in Marquis Zhaoping's mansion.

As the saying goes, don't use people who are suspicious, and don't use people who are suspicious.

If Xia Yun is really not honest, Cheng Wan will naturally find a way to deal with Xia Yun when he returns to Beijing.

After all the trivial matters were arranged, Cheng Wan took the time to take Gu Yu to visit Gu Yu's grandparents' home.

No matter what, Gu Yu’s maternal grandfather and his family are still alive and in the capital.

Cheng Wan wanted to take Gu Yu away, but for the sake of face, he had to tell Gu Yu's grandfather in order to avoid giving others a chance to talk.

I don’t know if it was because they were scared by what Cheng Wan did a month ago, but this time when they went to Gu Yu’s grandparents’ house, Gu Yu’s grandfather and others were extremely warm and easy to talk to.

Cheng Wan was too lazy to figure out what this family was thinking. Anyway, after doing what he had to do, Cheng Wan finally set out on the journey back to Liangzhou.

"Master, here we come."

Inside the car, Cheng Wan opened his eyes, his gaze was sharp and cold.

Arrow after arrow was shot towards the team. The servants and maids instantly screamed and fled everywhere, looking for a place to hide.

"My Lord! My Lord is still in the carriage! Protect my Lord!"

A tall and strong servant stood on tiptoe in front of Cheng Wan's carriage, waving his arms vigorously in certain directions and shouting, "Protect the Marquis! Protect the Marquis! Protect... Uh!"

The servant's face was painful and ferocious. He opened his mouth and said, "Hou... Hou..."

Cheng Wan calmly pulled the knife out from the servant's back and kicked him. The servant fell forward, spit out two mouthfuls of blood, and then became motionless.

Those who betray their master deserve death.

With a "whoosh", another arrow shot over and Cheng Wan quickly dodged.

"Master, there are quite a few people coming."

Cheng Wan tilted his head slightly, a look of madness appearing in his eyes.

It had been a while since she had a good kill.

Cheng Wan leaned against the specially treated car wall, stroking the handle of the knife, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and patiently waited for the other party to get closer.

"Master, now!"

Cheng Wan's eyes suddenly lit up and he rushed out with a knife in hand.

The blade landed on the back of a masked man, who fell to the ground, and a maid who ran slowly escaped death.

"run!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng Wan rushed towards the other masked men with a knife in hand.

The clinking sounds of the cold weapons made Cheng Wan's blood boil, and the madness in his eyes became more and more intense.

Cheng Wan "stuck" to one masked man after another, and the masked men formed a human barrier, making it impossible for archers in the distance to aim at Cheng Wan at all.

On the other side, masked men opened several carriages and found that they were all empty.

"They all ran away! Chase them!"

Seeing that Cheng Wan was difficult to deal with, they naturally wanted to force Cheng Wan to submit by controlling his family.

A masked man pointed a knife at a maid who was shot in the thigh by an arrow, and asked coldly: "Which direction did the other masters in your house run to?!"

“No…no other lord…master.” The maid’s face was pale and she was trembling all over. “Only the Marquis…the Marquis, the old lady and the others separated…separated from us a long time ago, don’t…don’t kill me, don’t kill me…”

The masked man clenched the knife in his hand, full of resentment: "She is so treacherous! Kill her! Don't let her leave alive!"

After the masked man shouted loudly, he swung the knife in his hand towards the maid, and the maid fell to the ground.

The masked man didn't even look at the maid, and turned and rushed towards the battlefield where Cheng Wan was besieged.

Cheng Wan swung his knife and slashed hard at the chest of a masked man, who fell to the ground with his eyes wide open.

"The twenty-fifth."

Cheng Wan's eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy and happiness, and he laughed loudly as he rushed towards the other masked men.

The sounds of clanging, screaming, and crashing intertwined together, cold and cruel.

Snowflakes began to fall from the sky at some point, and they soaked into the blood, instantly turning red.