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After Xiao Ke left, Zhu Wenzhen chased him to his house, only to see the ruins, angrily beat Guan Zhong [-] times, and drove him back to his hometown to recuperate.

Afterwards, he still took the carriage to the door of the bookstore on time every day to wait for Xiao Ke, and waited until the bookstore was closed before going back to the Luming Mountain Villa to wait outside the study room. He waited until dawn every night before going back to his room to rest.

Two days passed like a walking dead, except for the occasional movement in the yard, thinking that Xiao Ke would go crazy when he came over, the rest of the time seemed to lose his soul.

Until the third day, Zhu Wenzhen still got up early like the previous two days to go to the bookstore in a carriage, but met Zhu Wenqi again outside the gate of the villa.

Zhu Wenzhen glanced at his younger brother, and silently turned sideways to avoid him to take a ride, but Zhu Wenqi grabbed his wrist.

Zhu Wenzhen hadn't eaten anything or slept well for many days, and he had no strength at all, so he took a few steps back after being gently pulled by Zhu Wenqi, almost falling down.

"Zecchen, what are you doing!"

Zhu Wenqi no longer had the usual gentle smile on his face, and now his brows and eyes were full of coldness, "Zhu Wenzhen, what are you doing again? Do you want to torture yourself until you die?"

"This is my own business and has nothing to do with you." Zhu Wenzhen shook his arms and still insisted on going to the carriage.

Zhu Wenqi's eyebrows and eyes became more and more serious, "You are a majestic prince, are you sure to trample yourself so far? Since I was a child, I have never heard you say the word 'begging', so what's so good about it, it's worth it? "

"You don't need to worry about it."

"Don't torment yourself like this, you are of no help." Zhu Wenqi sighed, and said again: "I can help you with small matters."

Zhu Wenzhen suddenly looked back at his younger brother.

This was the first time that when he heard his younger brother say "I can help you", he didn't resist, and even had some hope in his heart.

He really doesn't know what to do, maybe Zhu Wenqi really has a way to help him, no matter what means...

Zhu Wenzhen's voice softened, "How can you help me?"

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Tang Ke was short on cash and still couldn't rent a house, so he could only temporarily live in the common room of the bookstore. After staying for one night, Wu Liangsheng caught him and went to a small house he bought near the bookstore.

"I'm not helping you either. I'm a businessman and I don't do business at a loss." Wu Liangsheng handed the lease contract to Tang Ke. "No matter how much your monthly manuscript salary is, you can take [-]% of it to pay the rent, sign it for one year, and sell it with one hammer." , Do you want to do it or not?"

With Tang Ke's current remuneration for the manuscript, [-]% of the annual fee is enough to buy the house and land. It is indeed a net profit.

Tang Ke accepted the contract, drew a bet, and thanked the minister sincerely.

Wu Liangsheng patted him on the shoulder, "Don't tell me these useless polite words, write well." After finishing speaking, he put away the contract and walked away with his hands behind his back.

The first thing Tang Ke did when he moved into this small house was to write a letter to his master and change his mailing address.

At the bookstore the next day, Tang Ke went around a few times and still didn't see Zhu Wenzhen's carriage. When he went upstairs, he was told that Zhang Ling had come to look for him again.

Tang Ke's heart trembled, and he went to the VIP hall to meet Zhang Ling.

Zhang Ling didn't mention Zhu Wenzhen, but just handed Tang Ke an invitation card from Zhang's teahouse, "Tomorrow is the right time, and the opera adapted from Xiao Ke's essay will be performed in my teahouse. I hope Xiao Ke can come and see it."

Tang Ke stared at the exquisite invitation Zhang Ling put on the table in front of him, but didn't answer, "Xiang'er going?"

Zhang Ling looked at Tang Ke with a smile, "Aren't you separated from him? Does it matter to you whether he goes or not?"

Tang Ke looked at Zhang Ling, couldn't even put on a flattering smirk, and just put away the post, "I see, if I have time tomorrow, I will definitely go."

Before Zhang Ling got up to leave, he added, "You are the honored guest, and you have a separate compartment. I will arrange someone to lead Xiao Ke in through the side door, so you won't run into anyone."

Tang Ke just said "Thank you for your trouble" and sent Zhang Ling out, having already made up his mind not to go to Zhang's teahouse.

Back at the small house at night, Tang Ke received a secret letter from his master urgently, saying that the liquidated damages issue had been settled, but when he helped Tang Ke secretly investigate the Xinghe Gang, he discovered that the other party had started planning a new assassination mission.

[Many people from the Xinghe Gang have left for the capital city. As a teacher, I have not been able to find out who their new target is, but it is very likely that it is related to you. Tomorrow they will gather to encircle Zhang's teahouse, don't go near there!Remember remember! 】

Seeing the words "Zhang's Tea House", Tang Ke's heart tightened. He burned the letter and immediately set off to Luming Mountain Villa. After searching the whole Zhuangzi, he couldn't find Zhu Wenzhen, and went to King Jing's Mansion, but couldn't find him. Fu and Zhang's Teahouse also searched all night, but still found nothing.

Tang Ke felt cold all over his body. Seeing that the sky was bright, he returned to the house and took out his sword from under the bed.

It was a dark iron epee, the length of the sword was three feet three, the word "Suifeng" was engraved on the hilt, and the blue-black scabbard was transparent throughout without any carvings.

Tang Ke went out with his sword in hand, and saw Xian Yu outside the door.

"What are you doing?" Xian Yu looked at Tang Ke with a dark face, "Where are you going?"

Tang Ke didn't dare to hide from his master, so he replied, "Zhang's Teahouse."

"Did you receive the letter from Feige that my teacher sent you?"

"received."

"I heard that you are farting as a teacher?" Xian Yu stepped forward and hit Tang Ke on the shoulder with the hilt of his sword, "I told you that there was an ambush there, and you fucking want to throw yourself into a trap! Just want to die?"

"Xiang'er is there, I'm going to make sure he's safe."

"He has no enmity with the Xinghe Gang, so there must be no danger. If you go, you may implicate him!"

Tang Ke shook his head, first Zhang Ling sent the post, and then Xian Yu sent the message, what the Xinghe Gang was going to do, he could guess with his toes.

But even if this is a trick, he has to jump into it.

"Why did the Xinghe gang set up an ambush in Zhang's teahouse? I wouldn't go to that teahouse at all. If they used Xiang'er as bait to lure me there, if I didn't go, the Xinghe gang would definitely not let him go."

Tang Ke cared about Zhu Wenzhen's safety in his heart, and didn't want to delay for a moment, so he bypassed Master and went directly to Zhang's teahouse.

Xian Yu chased after him cursing, "I'll go with you as a teacher."

Tang Ke didn't want to hurt his master, and advised him to go back and wait for his news, but Xian Yu naturally refused to listen to him, and the two chased all the way to the outside of Zhang's teahouse.

The outside of the teahouse is already in danger, Tang Ke doesn't want to get entangled with the secret sentries around him, he needs to enter the teahouse as soon as possible to find Xiang'er and confirm his safety.

So Tang Ke decided to go the bright way and directly hand in the post to enter the building.

Xian Yu stood guard outside the teahouse, cooperating with him inside and out.

He should have received Zhang Ling's message in advance, and the servant directly led Tang Ke in through the side door, all the way to the compartment on the second floor.

Tang Ke was extremely vigilant and paid attention to the surrounding situation on the road, holding the sword in his hand tightly and not daring to relax for a moment.

When he was taken to the door of his exclusive compartment, Tang Ke asked the boy, "Geng... Is Mr. Xiang here, and which room is he in?"

The boy looked at Tang Ke for a moment, his eyes averted, "Mr. Xiao Ke, Mr. Xiang is not in the teahouse."

Tang Ke didn't believe him. He suspected that Zhang Ling told people not to reveal Xiang'er's whereabouts to him. Now that the teahouse was in danger, Tang Ke only wanted to take Xiang'er away, "Take me to see the prince of Ding'an."

Hearing this, the little servant's eyes became more and more averted, "Mr. Xiao Ke, the prince...he hasn't come to the teahouse yet, why don't you go to the cubicle to rest first, and let me tell you when the prince comes?"

Tang Ke didn't have time to deal with this boy, so he walked away from him with a sullen face and prepared to search the entire second floor.

The boy followed Tang Ke all the way to persuade him, but Tang Ke turned a deaf ear to him. He turned over two compartments when he caught a glimpse of a familiar figure in the lobby downstairs—Gong Chunhai, the leader of the Xinghe Gang.

To capture the thief and the king, Tang Ke leaned on the guardrail with one hand, jumped from the second floor to the lobby, and stood in front of Gong Chunhai.

Gong Chunhai is about the same height as Tang Ke, but with a thick back, he is two times wider than Tang Ke at first glance. When he saw Tang Ke, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled with one corner of his mouth tilted, revealing half of his yellow teeth holding a bamboo stick in his mouth. .

"Now I want to call you...Mr. Xiao Ke?"

Tang Ke ignored his sarcasm, and asked in a deep voice, "What are you doing here?"

Gong Chunhai raised his hand to pick out his ears, and then flicked the earwax from between his fingers, "What do you think? That old man Xian Yu didn't tell you my reason for coming? I thought the hint I gave him was obvious enough."

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