Yang Xiaoyu entered the house, took off his wet clothes under Xu Xiaoxiao's service, changed into clean clothes, and wiped his face with hot water, which made him feel much better. ∷Top∷Point∷Small∷ said,

"Childe, what soup do you want to drink? The slave is going to cook it for you! Xu Xiaoxin has her own little abacus, she is the only one of the four daughters who has had an intimate relationship with Yang Xiaoyu, besides, Yang Xiaoyu personally agreed to accept her as a concubine, she naturally has to watch her future husband, and the province was snatched away by others.

What soup to drink?

Yang Xiaoyu thought for a while and said, "Chicken soup has the effect of warding off the cold, so let's stew a pot of chicken soup, and by the way, let the room cook a big pot of ginger soup and serve it to the guards!" ”

"The slave family is going now!" Xu Xiaoxiao smiled and saluted, turned around and left gently.

There are only two people left in the room, Yang Xiaoyu and Zhang Keer!

For Zhang Keer, Yang Xiaoyu is far from treating Xu Xiaoxiao so casually, in his opinion, Xu Xiaoxiao is his own woman, of course, he does not need to guard against the etiquette of men and women, but Zhang Keer is different, he has not spoken more than a hundred words with Zhang Keer so far, and it is naturally a little embarrassing to stay together!

"Childe go up and lie down for a while, the slave family will help you beat your back!" Zhang Keer was not shy, she smiled lightly, approached Yang Xiaoyu with small steps and smiled with a smile.

Yang Xiaoyu looked at Zhang Ke'er in a green dress, with fair skin, beautiful appearance, and a pair of spring-like eyes that seemed to be able to speak.

He suddenly remembered that when he had a rampage with Wang Xu that day, Wang Xu had said that Zhang Keer's bed. The couch kung fu is very powerful.

Looking at Zhang Keer again, her appearance is a little less dignified than Xu Xiaoxiao, a little less charming than Fang Rujing, and a little less elegant than Wang Xiaoya, but she is more charming and pure than the other three girls.

Zhang Ke'er gave him a charming first look, but after a little contact time, he felt that Zhang Ke'er was pure and moving.

Even thinking of what Wang Xu said, Yang Xiaoyu had the heart to try to get the next Keer bed. The kung fu on the couch, but it doesn't feel appropriate, after all, the other three girls are busy serving him, if he is with Zhang Keer at this time, the other three girls will inevitably be jealous!

Besides, the four daughters are all his personal maids, and they will all be his people in the future, and they can't run away when they are put in the bowl.

"That's very good, you give Young Master Ben a good beating, after a day's walk, my whole body is sore!" Yang Xiaoyu took off her boots and jumped into bed. on, lay down.

Zhang Keer walked to the side of the bed gently, stretched out a pair of delicate little hands like jade onions, gently put them on Yang Xiaoyu's back, and stroked them back and forth with her palms.

"Use some force!"

"The slave knows!"

"A little more force!"

"If the force is too strong, Childe will hurt!"

Feeling Zhang Keer's soft little hands touching his back, a strong ** suddenly rose in Yang Xiaoyu's eyes.

After being drenched in the rain, the human body is already fragile, and once you have sex again, the body's resistance will decrease, and the mild ones will cough and sneeze, and the severe ones will not be cured for several days.

After thinking about it a few times, Yang Xiaoyu still failed to stretch out his clutches to Zhang Ke'er!

Although the beauty is tempting, the body is her own, and she must not be sloppy.

Yang Xiaoyu put away his other thoughts, lay on the bed and let Zhang Keer rub his back back back and forth.

After a while, Yang Xiaoyu made a slight sound of sleep.

……

Early in the morning of the second day.

Yang Yong came to Yang Xiaoyu's house.

At this time, Yang Xiaoyu had just gotten up and finished washing!

After getting the report from the subordinates, Yang Xiaoyu hurriedly asked the four girls to return to the backyard, and Yang Yong of the province was dissatisfied with him after seeing the four girls.

"Father, please come in, the child will make you a good pot of tea!" Yang Xiaoyu welcomed the cheap dad Yang Yong into the door and said with a smile.

Yang Yong sat on the main seat of the living room, waved his hand and said: "Don't drink tea, my father is going to the governor's yamen, and I will come to see you by the way!" ”

"There is Lao's father missing!" Yang Xiaoyu replied with a smile.

"What do you think of yesterday's events?" Yang Yong asked with an impassive expression.

Yang Xiaoyu thought for a moment and replied, "The child thinks that those black-clothed people don't look like the remnants of the White Lotus Sect, but like dead soldiers in captivity in a certain family!" ”

"How do you think that?"

"Wang Chong's martial arts are not bad, he has fought with assassins, according to what he said, the assassin's swordsmanship is specially used to kill, not the swordsmanship used by people in the rivers and lakes, the White Lotus Sect calls itself chivalrous, and the disciples learn more swordsmanship in the rivers and lakes, and they don't attach much importance to assassination, so, the child thinks that the assassination of Lord Qincha is someone else, not the White Lotus Sect."

"Did you catch those men in black yesterday?"

"The child led people to a dead end near the Yamen of the Judge, and lost the trace of the man in black, but the child guessed the origin of those men in black!"

Yang Yong's eyes flashed with relief, and he said in a deep voice: "What are their origins?" ”

"If the children's estimation is right, they are all masters of judges!" Yang Xiaoyu looked at Yang Yong's immobile face and replied with a chuckle.

"How do you know they're judges?" A smile appeared on Yang Yong's face and asked.

"The boy went to the judge yesterday in the rain to ask them to send troops to hunt down the man in black, but the head of the judge was not there, and the officials in the yamen also went home! This is the most suspicious, according to the judge, Yamen is one of the three divisions, in charge of the criminal law in Zhejiang, how can there not even be a principal? Moreover, the rainstorm came suddenly yesterday, and even the children did not have time to take precautions, how did the officials know that it was going to rain heavily, so they went home early? ”

Yang Xiaoyu looked at Yang Yong's face, and then had an idea in his heart, and continued: "Combined with the above two points, as well as the father's explanation to the child, and the strangeness in the wine shop, the child judged that this matter was a scene led by his father and other adults, and it was made for Lord Qincha to see, I don't know if what the child said is right?" ”

Yang Yong smiled, he didn't expect that the gentlemanly son before would become so smart, and even the things they thought were seamless could see the flaws.

At the same time, Yang Yong was also embarrassed, even Yang Xiaoyu, a young man, could see this flaw, I wonder if the Lord Qincha also saw it?

"You're right, those men in black are masters of the judges, and besides, this play is also performed by my father and other adults, can you guess why?" Yang Yong considered.

Yang Xiaoyu had already guessed this question last night.

At this time, Yang Yong asked and fell into his arms.

"If the child's guess is correct, the father and the other adults want Lord Qincha to return to Beijing to play the imperial court, and confirm the crime of collusion between Wang Jing and the White Lotus Sect!"

"No, you only guessed one thing correctly, doing this for my father, in fact, there is another meaning, that is, to tell the imperial court that the power of the White Lotus Sect in Jiangnan should not be underestimated, so that the imperial court feels in danger, and quickly dispatched troops to exterminate the White Lotus bandits in Shandong and other places."

Yang Xiaoyu smiled slightly, he didn't want to know what Yang Yong's intention was in doing this?