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Send someone to go in and find out. If you have escaped, you can send someone to chase. "

Pingting quietly suggested from the side.

Tang Shimao followed the maid's advice.

He immediately ordered to the yamen servants behind him sharply, "You guys, go in and see if the three villains are still in the room. If they are still there, be sure to arrest them! The old man wants to see who they are Such audacity to bully my prefect's family!"

"Yes!"

The yamen servants cupped their fists to accept the order, and cautiously approached the monk's room.

With a "squeak", the door opened.

Seeing the door open, Mrs. Du ordered sharply to the yamen servant, "Hurry up, take down the thief! Take it down!"

Xiao Zishu's expressionless and stern face appeared behind the door.

Mrs. Du didn't recognize Xiao Zishu who had only met once, but it was impossible for Tang Shimao not to.

He immediately shouted "Stop".

After the yamen servants stopped, he looked at Xiao Zishu who was standing at the door in surprise, "Guard Xiao, why, why is it you?"

Xiao Zishu is Xie Huaiyu's personal attendant.

If one of the so-called three villains who broke into his and Du's monastery was Xiao Zishu, then the other two...

Mo, could it be that Xie Huaiyu who disappeared and Tang'er who was carried away by Xie Huaiyu?

Tang Shimao was about to go in to see what happened, but Xiao Zishu stopped him, "Prefect Tang, please stay."

With so many onlookers, Tang Shimao didn't want to make things big, so he lowered his voice, "Excuse me, Guard Xiao, the people inside are..."

"Prefect Tang, please come back."

Xiao Zishu made a gesture of invitation.

In front of Tang Shimao, the door was closed again.

If Tang Shimao hadn't stepped back in time, his nose would have been pinched by the door.

Tang Shimao's face turned pale, but Tang'er was probably also inside.

If he brings people to force his way in now, Xie Huaiyu, a Beijing official from Yingyang, will return to Beijing to report on his duties after a while after the political affairs in Chun'an are over, so he doesn't have to care about his reputation, but he has to do it for him. Tang'er thought about it.

"Master, you, do you know the thief?"

Du Shi asked with red eyes.

"What kind of thief? That's... In short, I think everything should be just a misunderstanding. You..."

Tang Shimao's eyes fell on Du Shi's peony-colored bellyband, which was faintly exposed, and his tone paused.

If Tang Shimao has any dissatisfaction or regrets about his premature death, it is that his wife who was born as a lady is not as open as Du's in the matter of sex in bed.

Tang Shimao knew that he was ashamed of his wife, so he didn't go to Du's room when his wife was alive.

But, as a man, what woman who doesn't love herself would moan and pant for herself on the bed?

After his wife passed away due to illness, Tang Shimao swore to the tablet of his wife that he would never remarry for life.

For a long time after Fa's wife died, he never even went to Mrs. Du's room.

But he was a normal man after all, and he was in his prime at that time, and he had the needs of a normal man.

When he returned late from a dinner party, Mrs. Du offered him to come into his room to take care of him, so he took advantage of the opportunity to keep Mrs. Du behind.

Afterwards, the taste will be eaten away.

The peony-colored apron that Du Shi is wearing now is also his favorite one. Every time he sees Du Shi wearing it, it can easily make his blood surge, just like a dead tree in spring, as brave as before.

Right now, the same peony-colored apron is still worn by the same person, but Tang Shimao no longer feels the surge of energy and blood in the past. On the contrary, he only feels it is extremely dazzling.

Maybe Mrs. Du just picked one at random when he left home in a hurry to go up the mountain yesterday, and he didn't have any other thoughts.

But in places like temples, such clothes, even close-fitting items, are usually not shown to others, and after all, they seem too frivolous.

The city of Chun'an was suddenly flooded, and Tang Shimao had to send people down the mountain to check whether there were still people trapped in the city, count the casualties, and report the details to the Ming court in order to request relief and funding from the court.

Including the resettlement of the people before the flood receded, the reconstruction of Chun'an City after the disaster, the prevention of the plague and so on.

These are all big things, and all are tricky.

Tang Shimao really didn't have much energy to appease Du Shi at this time.

"Pingting, go and take Madam to borrow a set of clothes from other adults' families to change into temporarily. Madam, Master Yang and I still have things to deal with first, and I will come to see you later."

After patting Du's shoulder reassuringly symbolically, Tang Shimao left with a group of yamen servants.

"Master, master!"

Du waited wholeheartedly for her husband to arrive, and vent her anger on her behalf.

He never thought that Tang Shimao was so helpless. His wife was bullied, not only did he not stand up for her, but he gently exposed the misunderstanding with just one sentence.

Everyone's different gazes were like countless needles pricking her face, causing her pain.

Mrs. Du tightly grasped the spring gown worn by her maid Pingting, and stared at the closed door of the monk's house with hatred.

She will definitely find a way to find out what the origin of the thief in the house is!

Today's humiliation, she must find a way to get it back!

I don't know if Xie Jinbai's reassurance had an effect, the comatose young master finally stopped talking and fell into a deep sleep.

Xie Jinbai tried to withdraw the hand that was tightly held by the young master.

Unexpectedly, he just made a slight movement, and the hands holding his hand clenched more and more tightly.

Xie Jinbai glanced at the drowsy young master.

It's so sticky, I don't know if this candy is made of maltose.

Xie Jinbai yawned lazily.

I used to be the young master's sleeping pillow all night last night, and I have tossed and tossed a lot today, and I am really tired at the moment.

It is rare to have a bed to sleep on and a quilt to cover at this moment.

Don't waste it.

Xie Jinbai took off his boots and got on the bed.

No more noise outside.

There was also no movement in the house for a long time.

Master got caught in the rain today, so don't let anything happen...

Xiao Zishu hesitated for a moment, then turned around the screen silently.

But seeing the monk's bed, the master had a hand around the waist of the young master Tang, and the two of them clasped their hands.

Perhaps the previous scene of the two of them embracing each other had too much impact on him. Seeing the scene of the two of them falling asleep, Xiao Zishu realized that he wasn't too shocked.

He sat back down on the chair by the door again sullenly.

I do not know how long it has been.

Xiao Zishu heard a suppressed, painful muffled sound from the other side of the screen.

Not long after, I heard the master's lazy voice from inside the room, "Relax, or you will hurt."

Xiao Zishu's ears felt hot.

He glanced at the sky outside, his face becoming more and more expressionless.

On the bed, Tang Xiaotang's forehead was covered with cold sweat, strands of wet hair stuck to his cheeks.

With red eyes, he stared at Xie Jinbai, bit his lips and said, "You, you are right, light, light! It hurts, it hurts, and, no, it's not you!"