Chapter Fifty-Nine: Settling Accounts After the Autumn
When Wang Mengyao and Jiugong were in the background, anxiously looking for Wang Dong, he had already entered the room.
"Eh, Qigong, everyone is having a banquet outside, is it a little wrong for us to enter the house?" Xu was carried away by the excitement, and until this moment, Wang Dong still did not feel the danger coming.
On the other hand, Wang Dong's trust in Qigong is instinctive. That's right, it was Wang Mengyao who ordered to bring Wang Dong back to the palace so that he could save his life. But if there is no Seven Princes, even if Wang Dong is picked up and returned to the house, his life will be short.
Unexpectedly, when he walked into the house, Wang Dong turned around and found that Qianniang had disappeared.
"Where's Qianniang?" Wang Dong was puzzled and walked towards Qigong.
Qigong turned around, with no smile on his face, and said, "Qianniang, you don't have to worry. â
"Seven Princes? What happened to you? Is it unwell? The face looks very bad. No matter how stupid Wang Dong was, he could see the strange look on Qigong's face.
"Wang Dong, the old slave is now on the orders of the master of the family to imprison you!" Qigong shouted, "Come on, tie me up!" â
"Yes!"
Hula, a sound of footsteps, suddenly sounded from all directions, and then more than a dozen servants of the Wang family with their hands had rushed into the room.
"Qigong, you ......"
"What are you still doing in a daze, take it for me!"
"Up!"
Those servants of the Wang family, all of them are fierce and vicious, and at first glance they are completely different from those ordinary servants of the Wang family, and they should be servants of the royal family.
In front of these dozen big men, Wang Dong's small body is simply not worth it? Without even struggling, Wang Dong was tied up by Wuhuada. In fact, Wang Dong also knew that with his own skills in his hands and feet, he wanted to toss, but he couldn't make a splash.
"I can't imagine you're interested." Seeing that Wang Dong obediently obeyed, Qigong was quite surprised.
Wang Dong was tied with hemp rope on his body, and said with a wry smile: "For my sake, Qigong, you just let me die to understand." â
Seven fairs: "Death? The head of the house did not give such an order. â
"Head of the house? Wang Funan? Wang Dong smiled bitterly in his heart, "It seems that I overestimated your mind." â
Wang Dong thought that even if he got into trouble, Wang Funan would not make a big move, no matter how he said it, the other party was also a person with status, status, and beard, so why wouldn't he get along with a little person like himself? Now it seems that Wang Dong himself is wishful thinking.
"Hold on!"
"Let's go!"
So, under the push and shove of more than a dozen big men, Wang Dong was taken down.
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At this moment, Qianniang was in the banquet place, waiting for Wang Dong's arrival. All kinds of people kept walking by her body, and Qianniang's brows couldn't stop wrinkling.
"Why hasn't Wang Lang come out yet?"
Qianniang wanted to leave here as much as possible, but just now, she was deliberately separated by Qigong, and now she can't even see the figure of Wang Dong and others.
In the backyard of the competition, dozens of tables were set up, and hundreds of people were drinking happily, but Qianniang was the only one standing in the corner, looking a little helpless.
It stands to reason that Qianniang is the leader of this begging contest and should be the protagonist. But now, the people of the Wang family seem to have completely forgotten her.
In other words, Qianniang's storage zĂ i is just a formality, even if she doesn't compete, there will be another person to replace her current role. What Wang Funan wants is the sensational effect that the competition can bring. And I don't really care if the winner of the championship knitting is really amazing.
In the final analysis, the participants are just small chess pieces in Wang Funan's hands, and now that the effect has been achieved, no one will pay attention to them.
After tonight, it is not these heroes from all over the world who will spread the pomp and circumstance of today?
Wang Funan, if he wants to use their mouths to make the Wang family's reputation known, he naturally has to take care of and win over him with good food and drink, and even does not hesitate to let his daughter show up.
Over there, Wang Funan walked out in the expectation of everyone, and took his two flower-like daughters, and these so-called famous families, constantly toasting and cheering.
In the midst of the staggering, his two daughters did not show a little charm, but even caused those sons and brothers to be confused.
This one said: "Wu Niang, your clothes are so beautiful. â
That praise: "Liuniang, your jade jade bracelet is really beautiful." â
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Facing the praise of these merry sons, Wang Funan's two pearls in the palm of their hands smiled happily, and they who were not deeply involved in the world thought that what they said was true. Only Wang Funan knows that what these people covet is their identity after the Wang family.
Walking in the dark, Wang Funan will show disdain: "You are also an identity, and you also want to climb the dragon and attach the phoenix?" Just a few more words with you, do you really think that I will choose you as my son-in-law? â
Although Wang Funan thought so in his heart, he still called out "virtuous nephew" enthusiastically.
As the figure flickered, Qigong walked quickly to Wang Funan's side and whispered a few words in his ear, Wang Funan nodded and replied softly: "Take care of him." â
"Don't worry, sir."
"You go first."
"Yes."
Qigong had just retreated, but he didn't expect Qianniang to come over: "Qigong, where is Wang Lang?" â
"Oh, you said Wang Dong," Qigong pretended to be suddenly enlightened, and said, "Fang Cai, he and I drank a few more glasses in the wing room, and he was too strong to drink, and he had already rested." â
"What? Wang Lang is drunk? Qigong, tell me quickly, where is Wang Lang. Qianniang said nervously, "Drunk people, no one can take care of them." â
"Qianniang doesn't need to worry." Qi Gongdao, "Wang Dong is a servant of my Wang family, and I have already ordered someone to take care of him in this competition." â
"But he ......"
"Okay Qianniang," Qi Gong said, "he is a servant of my palace, don't you still believe me?" As he spoke, Qigong took the small wooden box from the hands of the subordinates behind him and handed it to Qianniang, "This embroidery needle, Qianniang should keep it alive." â
"Hmm." Qianniang nodded and took the small wooden box, but she was still thinking about Wang Dong in her heart.
"Farewell." With that, Qigong left in a hurry.
Qianniang stood stunned, holding a small wooden box in her hand, she should have been very happy, why now, she can't laugh at all?
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"Have you found Wang Dong?" In another place, Wang Mengyao and Jiugong are also looking for Wang Dong.
Jiugong shook his head: "I didn't find it." â
Wang Mengyao couldn't help but become anxious and said, "It seems that he was arrested by his father." â
"So what do we do?"
Wang Mengyao pondered for a moment and said, "In this way, you find Qianniang first and see if he is with Qianniang." I went to the dungeon of the palace to see if he was kept there. â
"Okay."
So the two went their separate ways, one went straight to the palace dungeon, and the other began to look for Qianniang.