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Duanyang Night should have been a joyful reunion of thousands of families, but it seemed to be a few more killings in a huge mansion in the capital.

Although the materials of this mansion are much more precious than those of the Imperial Palace.

There are a lot of rare flowers and trees planted in the garden, and they are growing quite well. And neatly trimmed, apparently there are special people to take care of these tasks.

In the deepest part of this sprawling mansion, there is a slightly dilapidated courtyard. This garden seems to be out of place with this house, but it seems so solemn that it makes people feel an unbearable oppression.

There were servants in the house from time to time, but they were all far away from the garden, and seemed to be very afraid of it.

Looking through the bare row of trees, you can see that there are only a few dilapidated tiled houses in the garden. Except for a few evergreen trees and begonias, there is no decoration between the houses, and there is not even a bright lamp in the courtyard.

At this time, only one room in the garden was still lit, and it was recognizable as a study when you looked at it.

Outside the room there were a few books to dry, and a large water tank, like a sink for washing pens, and a row of shelves for hanging pens.

The windows in the study are slightly broken, but they still block the view of the interior of the room. It's just that there is a gap in the door that is slightly open, so you can see the scene in the room along this gap.

An old man in the room was dressed in a plain black cotton coat, and even in this very hot season, he still tightened his clothes, thinking that it was a little cold.

The old man was standing in front of the chair with his hands behind his back, looking up slightly at the handwriting hanging on the wall, the handwriting was already illegible, and the paper was a little yellowed, obviously some age.

Compared with the old man's calmness, the man in green clothes kneeling behind the old man was not like this, and he saw that his forehead was already covered with beads of sweat. He trembled all over, as if he was very afraid of the old man.

The young man was tall and burly, and looking at the muscles of his face and the slightly bulging temples, he could see that he was actually not bad at kung fu, at least the thin old man in front of him couldn't do anything to him.

But even so, he was still very afraid. I didn't even dare to raise my hand to wipe my sweat.

Suddenly, the old man coughed violently. Then he took out the handkerchief to cover his mouth, and when he took back the handkerchief, he saw the bloodstained remains, and then quietly squeezed it back into his hand.

"Master"

The young man in green clothes finally dared to say a word, but before he could say it, he saw the old man wave his hand, and then he heard a gentle voice and said, "How to use Cong'er's means to make progress over there in Yue Yun Restaurant, this matter will probably not be difficult to do." ”

The man in green clothes breathed a sigh of relief. Hurriedly responded: "What the master said is that the young master has studied with Mr. Li for many years, and his literary talent is naturally not comparable to these sour and rotten literati in the capital."

"I mean Cong'er's means are not literary talents" The old man's voice was a little hoarse, but it was still gentle, like the warm breeze of early spring, it sounded so reassuring, like a kind elder.

It's just that the man in Tsing Yi doesn't think so, he has seen this old man's cruel methods with his own eyes. knows how he has spent his decades, so even if he is so thin, it is still terrifying.

He paused slightly, and then responded: "What the master said is that the young master has made a little trick, and the capital has caused such a sensation that Mr. Shen, who is extremely rumored. That's pretty much it. ”

The old man's heart suddenly sank, this feeling had not appeared for many years, but this incident came so suddenly that he coughed violently again, and he didn't even have time to take out the handkerchief.

Suddenly, the paper in front of him was covered with blood, but the old man's coughing did not stop. With great difficulty, he took out a handkerchief to cover his mouth with one hand, and slowly wiped the blood from the paper with the other.

After a while, he returned to normal, sighed lightly, and said: "Tsing Yi, when are you so stupid, you would think that Mr. Shen is just like this, then you will probably forget about Yan Shifan's fate."

Although the words were still peaceful, to the man in Tsing Yi, who was called Tsing Yi, it sounded like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. In an instant, his dark face turned pale, and cold sweat was already dripping down.

The old man seemed to notice all this, but he was used to it, so he didn't care much, but he suddenly smiled and said, "Cong'er won't be Shen Wuyan's opponent, but he won't lose too badly."

Tsing Yi nodded hurriedly, but he didn't dare to say another word, just nodded, but didn't make a sound.

The old man nodded with satisfaction and said softly: "Old man Jiajing has been in the capital for twenty-one years, and now there are more than thirty years in the capital. ”

The man in Tsing Yi still nodded, but his face was much better. This process is very frequent on weekdays, but I have already mastered the mystery. Know when it's safe and when it's dangerous.

However, the so-called safety is actually relative, so he is still very cautious, just listening to the old man, but he doesn't dare to say more.

"Do you know the mystery of this," the old man asked rhetorically, then giggled, as if he was a little out of breath, and then continued: "That is the means to be a man, you must have the means to be invincible. ”

I don't know how many times I've heard these words, of course, compared to his predecessor Lan Yi, he is really worse. According to the people in the house, the master's servant at the beginning was called Hongyi, and until now Tsing Yi is the fifth.

As for the whereabouts of the first four predecessors, Tsing Yi didn't dare to inquire, this is the taboo of the Wan family. He saw with his own eyes a servant who had said the wrong thing and was killed on the spot and fed to the dogs.

Wanjia has all kinds of dogs, and one of the characteristics of these dogs is that they only eat meat, so they are very scary. Tsing Yi believed that if he encountered these dogs, he would not be able to run for his life.

It's just that in the mouth of the old man in front of him, these dogs are actually not terrible, but those that are terrible are those dogs that can't bark, those dogs that can stand up and get along with you so well that you can't tell that he is a dog at all.

However, in many cases, Tsing Yi feels more like a dog, but the treatment is better than those dogs that eat meat, and can sleep in a room alone.

Of course, compared to most of the servants in the house, Tsing Yi is still a little restrained, because he can only exist in the dilapidated courtyard, and he can only go out when the master is out.

But since he came to this courtyard, he has not gone out.

In fact, Tsing Yi could not fully understand the meaning of the means in the old man's words, to be precise, he was not a Ming person, so he did not understand the words of the Ming Dynasty.

Of course, he didn't plan to understand what this means by this means, as long as he protects the safety of the old man, as long as he can live like this, that is the best outcome.

The old man chattered about his past for a while, and then turned to reveal his amiable appearance, one that made it seem that he couldn't help but talk to him.

There was always a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a pair of eyes could be narrowed into a line, but there was a sense of enlightenment, especially when it came from his white beard.

"Tonight, Duanyang Li Chao should also have Duanyang miss home, Tsing Yi"

When the old man asked, Tsing Yi couldn't be silent anymore, opened his mouth slightly, and responded: "There is Duanyang, but I don't want to go home, I don't have a home."

The old man understood what he meant, he was an orphan, he was home, and his home was wherever he was, so he didn't delve into this question, and continued: "Why do you say Cong'er refuses to take over the Wanjia"

This question seems to be asking oneself, and there is no question for people to answer, because Tsing Yi in front of him cannot answer this question.

Tsing Yi did not answer, he knew that the old man loved his eldest son Cong'er very much, because he had to say Cong'er at least dozens of times a day, and he would laugh out loud every time.

It's just that this time he didn't smile, but instead of laughing, there was a little more sadness on his face.

I only heard him continue: "Cong'er, this kid still attaches too much importance to the name of the so-called genius, if he knows this, it is better not to hand him over to Mr. Li, after all, he will be affected by this." ”

So he sighed even more, and said with a wry smile: "Although Shen Wuyan is young, he is not an easy character to deal with after all, when Mr. Yan was so shrewd, he was still calculated by him."

Tsing Yi didn't know who these people were in the old man's words, but after listening to them for a long time, he had a certain impression.

The old man continued: "But Li He, that kid is also really far-sighted, there are really not many people in the capital who can still think of the old man, he Li He is one, but we can only be old dogs."

In Tsing Yi's impression, the old man mentioned it very rarely, but every time he mentioned it, there was a trace of fear in the old man's eyes, but it was all a flash.

This is still the case today, but there is a little more mockery in his words, only to hear him say: "I am old and stay this year, and I will hand over this family to Cong'er"

The words that followed grew heavier and milder, but there was nothing worthy of it in the content.

Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps outside the door. This is not allowed to appear in this small courtyard, and just as the old man's face showed a trace of anger, a big man with a black face pushed the door in.

The old man was immediately annoyed, and shouted angrily: "Who dares to trespass on the forbidden land of ten thousand families"

The black-faced man lay on the ground, but when he saw that his face was covered with beads of sweat, he couldn't stop crying: "Young master, young master, he can't do it, master, go and see the young master."

The old man frowned slightly, stared blankly at the black-faced man in front of him, hesitated slightly, as if he didn't hear what he said, and asked after a long time: "What did you say?" If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation