After rebirth, I became the villain’s sister-in-law Bai Yueguang

However, Meng Xingzhi didn't care.

Because the hunter is now dead, and it seems that the little girl does not know whether she is alive or dead. Now there is only a boy left by her side. If she wants to be attentive, he will naturally be willing to help her.

The three of them went to the old lady Fu's house with their own concerns.

Just when they reached the entrance of the alley, someone hurriedly ran out of the small courtyard. As they ran, they shouted in panic: "The old man has passed away... It's the old man who has passed away!!"

Jiang Wancheng and Wen Erlang's expressions changed.

Seeing the messenger leaving in a hurry, it was obvious that he was going to inform his relatives.

The three of them quickly came to the entrance of the courtyard and saw only an old servant in the dilapidated courtyard, wiping away tears and crying. Although the house had already prepared daily necessities and other things, he, as an old man, obviously couldn't do much.

Meng Xingzhi whispered to Jiang Wancheng and others to wait outside, while he quickly went in and asked a few questions.

"It turns out to be Mr. Qi. The old slave remembers the young master and came to visit the old man two days ago. We, the old man, are very happy that someone still remembers him. It's just a pity that although he still has great ambitions in his heart, his body is still in its twilight years. , I am already seventy years old, what else can I do?”

"I went to the Northland a few years ago, and I ended up hurting my body. All my direct relatives at home are gone, and those who came back alive have gradually moved away from me. The boss is really lonely and pitiful..."

The old slave wiped away his tears and felt pitiful for his master.

Meng Xingzhi took out a piece of silver and put it in the old slave's hand.

"Let's arrange the funeral properly for the old man."

The old slave looked at this favor and was a little at a loss for a moment.

Meng Xingzhi: "For His Majesty's sake, many people will come to express their condolences. They have worked hard these past few days to make things more honorable and lively for you."

The old servant wiped away his tears and nodded, "Young Master is right."

But he also remembered something, "Although the old man left in a hurry, he seemed to know that Mr. Qi would come to the door again. He had prepared two things yesterday. It was said to be a meeting gift for someone, and it was for Mr. Qi, right? ?”

The old servant went into the house, wrapped the things in cloth and brought them out and gave them to Meng Xingzhi.

After Meng Xingzhi went out, Jiang Wancheng also gave Wen Erlang five taels of silver to send him in.

"Although I didn't have the fate to be a master and apprentice, it was fate after all. Now that I'm passing by my house, it's like saying goodbye. We also respect him in our hearts. Let's go."

Wen Erlang went in to deliver the money. Meng Xingzhi looked down at Jiang Wancheng and said, "You are kind-hearted."

Jiang Wancheng didn't look at him: "Young Master Qi is so complimentary. You are also a good person."

nice guy?

Meng Xingzhi laughed at himself.

She was the first person in the world who dared to say this to him.

When Wen Erlang came out again, the three of them left the alley.

When he got outside, Meng Xingzhi handed the thing in his hand to Wen Erlang.

"This should be a meeting gift that the old lady prepared for you before she died."

Wen Erlang and Jiang Wancheng were both surprised.

Because they didn't hear what the old servant and Meng Xingzhi said.

So when I saw the old servant bringing something to Meng Xingzhi, I didn't expect that it would be left for Wen Erlang.

Wen Erlang opened the package in front of the two of them. It was a copybook and a scripture written by the old master himself.

Wen Erlang looked at Jiang Wancheng: "Ah...brother, it's so precious."

Jiang Wancheng regretted that he had just given away five taels of silver.

However, since it has been sent in, there is no reason to send it back again. Jiang Wancheng sighed: "This is a priceless treasure. Erlang, let's burn a road sacrifice for the old master on the day of his funeral."

Wen Erlang nodded, looking very disappointed.

It seemed that he was very disappointed not to have the old master as his teacher, and even felt a little sad about the sudden death of the old master.

However, now that the matter has come to this, Jiang Wancheng has to consider his options.

She looked at Meng Xingzhi and asked with some embarrassment: "Mr. Qi, I wonder if that old Hanlin scholar has..."

Meng Xingzhi: "I haven't written a letter to tell Mr. Liao that you have made other choices. However, how about visiting again tomorrow? I have something important to do today, so I can't recommend you to accompany me."

Jiang Wancheng hurriedly handed over his hand: "Then I will trouble Mr. Qi tomorrow. Since Mr. Qi has something to do, then Erlang and I will entertain Mr. Qi for wine tomorrow."

Meng Xingzhi stared at her, half-smiling: "There's no need to drink. After all, Young Master Jiang doesn't drink, so being alone is boring. Young Master Jiang only needs to remember that he still owes me a favor."

Jiang Wancheng laughed twice: "Yes, Jiang owes Mr. Qi a favor."

After Meng Xingzhi left, Jiang Wancheng took Wen Erlang to the ice sweet drink workshop.

Lin Baiwei was very busy, and Jiang Wancheng helped for a while.

It was getting dark before Lin Baiwei remembered, "Why don't you go back?"

Jiang Wancheng: "We have to do something early tomorrow morning, so we won't go back today."

Lin Baiwei looked at the small courtyard and said, "Then you and I will sleep together tonight? Let Erlang and Jinzhi sleep in the same room. You two siblings will be aggrieved."

Jiang Wancheng recalled the time when four or five of them slept in the same room, and couldn't help but smile: "It's not like we haven't crowded before. Sister Bai Wei, you and Brother Cui wash your hands, and let's go out to a restaurant together."

Lin Baiwei didn't respond. She quickly threw away the work she was doing and handed it over to Li Sigui, and the four of them went outside together.

Fan Yue Restaurant.

The four of them found a seat by the window on the second floor. Jiang Wancheng ordered a lot of good wine and food to reward Lin Baiwei and Cui Jinzhi for their hard work during this period.

It was already You hour, and there were still many pedestrians on the street.

The curfew in the capital city is at 10:00, but it is still lively and bustling at this moment, just like daytime.

It really answers the sentence: Thousands of lights illuminate the blue clouds in the night market, and there are many red-sleeved customers in the high-rise buildings.

The four of them were having a lively meal when suddenly there was a hustle and bustle in the distance on the street. Jiang Wancheng and Wen Erlang couldn't help but poke their heads out to take a look. They saw a few black figures riding in from outside the city like a gust of wind in the distance. To the city.

Someone shouted: "Give way! Give way quickly!"

"Flash, it's Jin Yiwei who's here!"

"It's Beizhen Fusi——"

"Step aside--!"

Rumbling--

The sound of iron hoofs hitting horses came from far to near, and before I could even see them clearly, these black shadows passed under my eyes and galloped away...

Jiang Wancheng looked at those dark shadows and thought to himself: The time and space he traveled through is an imaginary era. Dynasties cannot coincide with the history of their own plane, so the Jinyi Guards here cannot be compared with that of the Ming Dynasty.

In the last life, I had also heard in this Daliang that the Jinyi Guardhouse in this Daliang was the only institution that could compete with the regent. It was directly under the emperor and only obeyed the emperor's orders.

It's just that the little emperor of Daliang is only eight years old now, and he obeys the wishes of the regent and the empress dowager in everything. Therefore, the development of Jinyiwei at that time gradually became somewhat independent of the imperial power...