[Comprehensive martial arts] Mr. Psychic Medium

Nan Wang's mansion was attacked by thieves, the news disturbed the original banquet of singing and dancing, Nan Wang Qiang sent off the guests ahead of time with a smile, turned his head and put on a gloomy expression on his face.

"What's going on?" He asked coldly, his fists clenched.

He is not a very good-tempered person, he can even be called violent, especially after losing to the first emperor in the battle for the throne, he is even more moody.

The deputy chief came up with a face full of embarrassment, and reported the loss in the mansion to Nan Wang in a low voice.

There was nothing missing in the storeroom, there was no shortage of treasures, gold and silver, but the head manager Jiang Chongwei lost a pair of eyes, and a key was missing from his waist.

"Which one?" Nan Wang Shizi couldn't hold back, and asked, Jiang Chongwei was carrying all the keys to important places in the palace, and losing any one would be enough to cause headaches.

The vice-manager's eyes flickered and he looked up at the faces of Nan Wang and his son, swallowed his saliva and lowered his head, "It was... the one from Wang Ye's study."

"Jiang Chongwei, that trash!" Nanwang's unattractive face completely darkened, he threw the teacup on the ground hard, turned his head and walked quickly to the study.

Seeing this, Prince Nan hurriedly followed.

"Director..." The boy outside the door saw Nan Wang and his son had left, so he ran to the deputy chief cautiously, "Director Jiang..."

"There's no such thing as Manager Jiang." The deputy manager said sternly, "Jiang Chongwei has neglected his duties, and the prince has kicked him out!"

The little servant was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes subconsciously, met the eyes of the deputy chief executive, and immediately shuddered, "Young one, send him... to drive him out!"

Seeing him on the road, the deputy manager nodded in satisfaction, "It's not too late, let's go!"

The little servant ran away in a hurry, and the little maid who was peeking around was full of anger, "Boss Jiang treated him so well in the past, and he was ungrateful..."

Before she finished speaking, the big girl beside her grabbed him and covered his mouth, "Shut up, don't talk nonsense if you don't understand."

"Woooo!" The little maid stared, her face flushed red.

"You are still not convinced!" The big girl scolded her face in a low voice, "The deputy manager is working with the manager Baojiang!"

As the chief manager of the mansion, Jiang Chongwei knows too many things, how could the prince be willing to let him go, but a blind master is like a tiger with its teeth pulled out, it is wasteful to raise but useless, plus He also lost the key to the study room, which is very likely to cause the leakage of secrets. Based on their understanding of Nan Wang and his son, Jiang Chongwei will most likely have to fill in his life if he settles the account after the autumn.

Who dares to object to the last sentence that he died at the hands of thieves.

It would be better to throw people out before the prince can react. For the sake of their own reputation, Nan Wang and his son would not dare to do it blatantly. They might as well feed them with good food and drink, so as not to hurt those who worked hard for them. heart of man.

The little maid nodded ignorantly, and the deputy manager glanced at them, and shouted in a rough voice: "What are you looking at, go to work for me!"

The little maids and big maids who were peeping around scattered like birds and beasts, and the deputy manager looked around, rubbed his face with a worried look, and walked quickly to the direction of Nanwang's study.

Only the father and son of Nan and their staff, as well as Jiang Chongwei, could enter Nanwang's study room. Even the deputy manager was blocked from outside, and only Nanwang roared furiously inside.

Nan Wang smashed almost everything on the table, and the brush, inkstone, inkstone and vase jingled and shattered to the ground.

"Trash! They're all trash!" He gritted his teeth with tears in his eyes, but there was still a bit of fear and anxiety that he absolutely didn't want to admit.

If you can sneak into the warehouse of the palace today and steal the key to his study, can you walk into his bedroom and take his life tomorrow?

Rivers and lakes!

Nan Wang waved the things he could touch to the ground, "Check it out for me!"

"Father." Nan Wang's son picked up a small wooden box from the ground, and handed it to Nan Wang with a strange expression.

The contents of the box had already been thrown out. It was a small bamboo tube with a piece of letterhead tied with red silk—3 taels of silver.

This is something that was not in the study.

Nan Wang opened the wax-sealed bamboo tube and poured out a scroll. He opened it and swept it, and his expression changed.

"How is it possible!" He sat down on the chair, as if he had seen a ghost.

"Father?" Prince Nan stretched his head and glanced at the scroll, only to see that there was no word on it, it was actually a blank sheet of paper.

"This is impossible..." Nan Wang murmured, "Impossible..."

On a scorching hot day, he was as cold as if someone had poured a basin of ice water over his head.

"Send a letter to Ye Gucheng...let him... come quickly."

At this time, on the other side, Jiang Chongwei was pushed out from the back door of the palace. His kung fu was excellent, but at this time he looked like an ordinary person. Tucked into his arms, "Let's go! The prince won't leave you!"

The cloth strips wrapped around Jiang Chongwei's eyes were still bloody, and he stood on the street blankly. In less than an hour, his world was turned upside down, and he couldn't even react for a while.

"Brother Jiang!" He heard a very familiar voice and turned his head away... There was still darkness in front of him.

"Lu Xiaofeng?" He murmured, "Why are you here?"

"Didn't Brother Jiang ask me to come here?" Lu Xiaofeng scratched his head and realized that something was wrong, "Forget it, I'll take you to the doctor first, your eyes can't be delayed."

He grabbed Jiang Chongwei's arm and led him forward, and helped Jiang Chongwei carry the burden with the other hand.

The burden was very light, as if nothing was packed, a small and deflated burden.

Jiang Chongwei has been loyal to the Nanwang Mansion for so many years, and in the end there is only such a pitiful little burden.

Lu Xiaofeng's heart felt sour, and he felt that tears were about to fall from his eyes.

In the tea house on the side of the street, Xiao Er ran up to the private room on the second floor with a tray and delivered good tea.

"What did you do?" The tone of one party's question was clearly affirmative.

"Maybe he will have to thank me in the future." The other person replied, acquiescing to the matter.

Those who sat facing each other were Zhong Yanqiu and Gong Jiu.

The two of them left Nanwang's banquet one after the other, and walked into the small teahouse next to the Nanwang's mansion one after the other. Zhong Yanqiu sent the six sons back first, ordered a pot of Jin Junmei, Gong Jiu Tell Dr. Cha to put two jasmine dragon balls in the tea.

"Nan Wang is mean and ungrateful, so he can't be regarded as a good master." Gong Jiu laughed.

"It's a pity." Zhong Yanqiu sighed, not knowing who he was talking about.

"If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about no firewood." Gong Jiu nodded to the Nanwang Mansion, "It's better than losing your life when the building is about to collapse."

Today's royal family says that they don't kill the clan, but they don't say that these subordinate staff can escape.

"Lu Xiaofeng was also attracted by you." Zhong Yanqiu said, pouring tea unhurriedly.

"You have to know that there are always some people in this world who are very lucky." Gong Jiu said, "They always bring me many...surprises." As he spoke, his eyes brightened, "Lu Xiaofeng happens to be one of them."

He couldn't wait to see how much fun Lu Xiaofeng could have.

Zhong Yanqiu picked up the teapot and poured water into the teacup, his expression was indifferent, showing no trace of happiness or anger, as if the person Gong Jiu tricked him into was not his friend, he was familiar with Gong Jiu's appearance, but maybe it was a lot I haven't seen it for a year, and for some reason, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in my heart, and a stalk of anger stuck in my chest, raised the corner of my lips and said: "You said, if I tell Lu Xiaofeng that you are here, what will he do?" ?”

For no reason, he just wanted to see Zhong Yanqiu's calm face change color. Just thinking about that feeling made him feel extremely happy, and it made him tremble like a whip on him, and it went out from the cracks in his bones. steaming.

However, Zhong Yanqiu just took a sip of tea unhurriedly, "You can do whatever you want."

So Gong Jiu laughed, very presumptuously, and stripped off the mask of gentleness and elegance, his face was burning with arrogance and arrogance, only then did he realize that the corners of his brows and eyes were sharp, like scratching the bones steel knife.

"Zhong Yanqiu." He stood up and looked down at Zhong Yanqiu's dull face, "You don't even want to control your own destiny." He said, "I look down on you."

His tone was a kind of announcement, as if he was pronouncing something, his eyes were astonishingly bright, he stared at Zhong Yanqiu intently, trying to find any unnecessary emotion on that face.

but.

He saw those two lips that were so pale that there was not much blood color slowly draw a shallow arc, and those deep but clear eyes slowly floated a faint smile, Zhong Yanqiu looked up at him, It was like looking down at him from a very high place.

"So you are still young." He heard Zhong Yanqiu say this, as if he was sighing, as if he was feeling emotional.

Young enough to say arrogantly and arrogantly that he holds fate in his own hands, instead of knowing that every step he takes is stepping on fate's calculations, and those self-righteous choices and controls are nothing but accidental skins of course.

Zhong Yanqiu looked at Gong Jiu, he was still a young man.

That's great.

As he thought about it, the smile in his eyes was like peach blossoms falling into a pool of green water in spring, without any negative emotions.

"...You...just wait for Lu Xiaofeng to knock on the door!"

So just like countless times in the past, Gong Jiu lost his usual demeanor to Zhong Yanqiu, who didn't enter into oil and salt, blushing, jumping, and speechless. Fleeing in despair.

Zhong Yanqiu picked up the teacup that was about to fall from the table, and laughed softly.

Young and vigorous.