Jiaohua

Chapter 333
The strong wind was blowing, and it stopped shortly before it blew again.

A middle-aged man was sitting in a corner, shivering from the cold. He kept rubbing his hands to keep warm, and never took his eyes off the Juhao Pavilion in front of him.

After waiting and waiting, an entire hour passed before the lady who had just entered came out.

The little maid helped Lin Qingfeng onto the sedan chair, and then told the bearers to stabilize, they got up and left.

The light inside the sedan chair was very dark, Lin Qingfeng looked at the bank note in his hand through the light from Juhao Pavilion, the amount on it moved her more and more.

Sure enough, he paid so much for the deposit alone.

After the sedan chair slowly walked away, the middle-aged man got up and followed.

"What do you think of this woman?" Tao Lan stood by the window, watching Lin Qingfeng's sedan chair leave.

Ding Yun also looked over, paused, and said: "She is very cunning and treacherous, and she doesn't take Madam seriously, and what's in her mouth is hard to determine which is true."

"But she's very good at it," Tao Lan said, looking at the sedan chair, "However, if we can catch Mrs. Zhao, maybe we can do it better than her."

"Well, ma'am."

"It's a pity," Tao Lan frowned slightly, "This Lin Qingfeng is a perverse and difficult person, maybe Mrs. Zhao will be an even more difficult person to deal with."

Dingyun nodded: "Yes."

Tao Lan withdrew her gaze and was about to turn around. At this moment, she paused, then looked down again, and her eyes fell on a middle-aged man.

"Who is that."

Dingyun followed his eyes, observed for a while, and said, "It looks like he is following Lin Qingfeng."

"Follow him," Tao Lan's face turned cold, "don't be found out."

"Yes."

The sedan chair didn't go very far, and stopped in front of a spacious and luxurious inn after crossing two long streets.

The little maid came out holding Lin Qingfeng's hand: "Miss, slow down."

The middle-aged man hid from a distance and watched them go in. The bearer carried the sedan chair and left. He waited for two more incense sticks to confirm that she would not come out again, then turned and left.

Really cold.

The middle-aged man tightened himself, and walked towards the inner city at a faster pace.

There is still a long distance from Lianfei Pavilion, he has to go to Lianfei Pavilion to explain Lin Qingfeng's account in advance according to Shi Shi's instructions, and then he has to go back home to sleep in a long circle.

The cold wind blows again and again, and the lanterns on the street are shaking.

Several sheets of paper were blown from a height, and one of them was stuck on the man's face.

He took it down, and it was the "Gao Shiwen" again.

Randomly crumpling the paper into a ball, the man threw it on the ground and strode away, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was a pity to throw it away like this. It would be good to use toilet paper to wipe his butt, so he folded it back again.

He bent down to pick up the ball of paper, paused suddenly, and glanced ahead from the corner of his eye.

There was a shadow on the corner of the street, revealing half of the corner of his clothes. If it wasn't for the wind blowing the corner of the clothes, he might not have noticed it.

The man quickly regained his senses, picked up the crumpled paper, unfolded it and smoothed it out, folded it and stuffed it into his arms before continuing to walk forward, at the same pace as before.

However, there was no change on his face, but he was impatient in his heart.

Where's the guard? Where's the guard?
Thinking of the beggars who were killed on the street before, he became more and more panicked.

It must be impossible to bring it back to Lianfei Pavilion. He saw a restaurant in front of him was closing, paused, and suddenly mustered up the courage to run up: "Wait, Zhao Datou, I'm back!"

He quickly ran over, and when the buddy was still in a daze, he dodged in.

"Who are you?" The man looked at him.

"I'll tell you later, shh..." the middle-aged man hurriedly said.

At this moment, he paused, turned around, and saw that there were six or seven people in the lobby, who were going upstairs. Now looking back at him, they were all tall men, and two of them looked exactly the same.

The middle-aged man froze for a moment and stood up straight.

"Who are you?" Pan Ping asked.

The middle-aged man licked his lower lip and pointed to the outside: "I, I was followed by someone. I was the one who killed those beggars before, so I ran in..."

Guo Ting paused and looked at Yang Guanxian.

Yang Guanxian turned to the men behind him and said, "Go and see."

"Yes."

"Third Brother," Yang Guanxian looked at Yang Changjun again, "Tie this man up."

"Don't, don't!" The middle-aged man exclaimed in surprise, "Why tie me up, I'm a good person... um..."

His mouth was covered. Yang Changjun had the same build as Yang Guanxian, with a big belly, but his flesh had almost gained strength. He lifted the middle-aged man who was also not small, and took him to the backyard with his mouth covered.

"I'm sorry to accidentally bump into it." Yang Guanxian walked upstairs, muttering as he walked, "It's not easy to walk, come here."

What's more, the people who follow him may not be those who kill beggars. Maybe this person is a gambler or someone who is being sought by his enemies. If he runs in like this, he will directly bring trouble. Don't even try to run.

After entering the study, Pan Ping roughly talked about what happened after Lu Qianhai was sent to the government.

After receiving Zhao Gong's letter last night, they picked the latest time to go to Duke Ding's mansion.

Dingguo's mansion was too big, so they searched separately, but because Yang Guanxian and Yang Changjun looked the same, Lu Qianhai's fragile nerves were completely broken and he went crazy.

"He won't live much longer," Guo Ting said, "It's not enough for him to be frightened like this."

Yang Guanxian shook his head: "It's not enough."

The door of the study was pushed open, Yang Changjun walked in, and hurriedly said, "Brother!"

Everyone turned their heads, only to see that half of Yang Changjun's body was covered in blood.

"Are you okay?" Everyone quickly got up and went over.

"It wasn't my blood," Yang Changjun said hastily, "It belonged to that man. We captured him and committed suicide as soon as he was free, without any hesitation."

"Suicide?" Yang Guanxian was taken aback.

"Look at this," Yang Changjun handed something over, "Look quickly!"

It was some broken silver, and a sharp dart wrapped in a piece of dry cloth. The color on it was green under the candlelight, which was extremely unnatural.

Yang Guanxian reached out to pick it up, and Pan Ping hurriedly pressed his arm: "Be careful, it may be poisonous."

"En." Yang Guanxian replied, holding the dry cloth carefully.

But what he was looking at was not the dart, but the dry cloth.

Throwing the dart into the ink bowl on the desk, Yang Guanxian spread the dry cloth carefully on the table to avoid the poison on it.

"What's the matter, brother Yang?" Pan Ping asked puzzled.

"This piece of cloth," Yang Guanxian looked at it carefully by candlelight, and said, "is not ours."

"Of course it's not ours." Pan Ping said with a frown.

"No, what I'm talking about is that it's not from our Central Plains," Yang Guanxian rubbed his fingers beside the dry cloth, and said, "I learned the technology from us. After learning it, there have been some changes. You can see the difference. There are also the above This pattern of..."

As he spoke, Yang Guanxian turned around suddenly, and went to the top of Duobao Pavilion to take down an exquisite small wooden box.

Inside the small wooden box was a wooden sign and talisman brought back by his second brother Yang Changshan from the north, because he knew that Yang Guanxian was good at it.

Yang Guanxian put the wooden sign talisman on the table, and compared the small bag containing the wooden sign with the cloth.

"Look!" Yang Guanxian said excitedly, "Isn't it very similar, the movement of the needle and the pattern of the fabric."

"So," Guo Ting raised his head and said, "this person is most likely not from the Central Plains?"

"It should be Bei Yuan, and my third brother said that he didn't hesitate at all when he committed suicide. What do you think is possible?" Yang Guanxian said.

Pan Ping pondered for a while, and said, "Well-trained, deeply hidden secrets."

"Yes," Yang Guanxian put down the cloth and kit in his hand and walked outside, "Come on, let's go and have a look!"

(End of this chapter)