Chen Guang instinctively dodged the first cold arrow, and before his mind could comprehend, he suddenly saw a cold light flash in front of him. He secretly said "not good", and felt a numb burn in his shoulder.

Seeing that the silver arrow was deeply embedded in his shoulder, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow, leaned down behind the horse, and reached out to spy on his pursuing enemy. Before he could see who it was, he heard the neighing of the horses, and after a moment of struggle, he fell to the ground.

Chen Guang stared at the maroon red horse not far away, his whole body muscles were tense, and his right hand unconsciously pressed his chest. There was a letter that Xie San handed him to send back to the capital. The man must have come for this epistle.

Chen Guang has followed Xie San for many years, and he knows that his master is young and vigorous, and he has his own pride, and he will never send a letter back to Beijing unless necessary. For so many years, he and his master have gone through dangers, and he has been born and died several times, but he has never seen his master explain him so carefully, and he must hand over the letter to Yong'an Hou in person.

Thinking like this, Chen Guang's expression became more and more solemn, seeing that the enemy was dressed in black, single-handedly intercepting him, he stood up straight, holding a big knife in his hand, and wanted to fight the enemy desperately.

Suddenly, Chen Guang felt dizzy. He stumbled, and saw the man in black staggering and dismounting. He looked at his injured shoulder, only to find that the thick black blood had soaked his clothes.

Silver arrows are poisonous!

This thought only shook Chen Guang's brain, and he only felt that his whole body was sore, and he could barely stand up straight only by pressing the tip of the knife against the ground. In a flash of lightning, he turned to run away, and there was another sharp pain in his right knee. He took two steps forward with all his willpower, and there was only one thought in his mind: it didn't matter if he died, at least he had to find a way to inform his master. His letters did not reach the capital in time.

The man in black watched coldly as Chen Guang was dying. He covered his face with a black scarf. But the corners of his eyes clearly revealed the murderous intent in his eyes. He put away his bow and arrows. Strode towards Chen Guang and pulled out the dagger from his waist. He covered Chen Guang's mouth and nose from behind, raised the dagger in his right hand, slashed his neck mercilessly, and pushed him to the ground as if he were discarding garbage, wiping the blood from the blade with a sweat towel.

Seeing Chen Guang's eyes wide, lying upright on the ground. There was no warm blood gushing out of his neck, and the man in black bent down to search the corpse for a while, and then took out the letter from Chen Guang's arms, tore open the envelope and read it carefully.

In Jizhou City, Xie San didn't know what to do, and the subordinates he sent back to Beijing to deliver the letter had been intercepted and killed, and the letter had also fallen into the hands of the man in black. He stood thoughtfully at the window of the inn, watching the Shen family from afar, recalling every word He Huan had said in his mind.

"Third Master!" Chang'an hurriedly went upstairs and stood at the door to reply: "The shopkeeper of Cuizhuxuan has just been to the yamen. I'm going to Shen's house now. ”

"Oh!" Xie San looked towards the dark lacquered gate of the Shen family and saw a gorgeous carriage parked outside the gate.

The gate of the Shen family. Menzi Wang Liang smiled humbly at the visitor, and said politely: "Shopkeeper Xiao, I'm really sorry, the uncle is slightly ill, and he hasn't seen any guests for the past two days." Didn't you receive a reply from the uncle who sent someone to Cuizhuxuan? ”

The man known as the shopkeeper Xiao had a stunned expression, and replied in a slightly pleading tone: "I received a reply yesterday. He paused for a moment and asked tentatively: "Since Uncle Shen is unwell, I don't know what Steward Shen ...... do."

"Steward Shen was seriously injured a few days ago, and he is still sometimes sober and sometimes confused." Wang Liang looked apologetic, and then sighed worriedly.

Shopkeeper Xiao smiled more and more embarrassed, but after all, he had a request, so he could only bend down and plead: "In Xia Zhiludao, you shouldn't bother Uncle Shen at this time, it's just that the requirements of the yamen are too strong to be difficult for others......"

"Oh, shopkeeper Xiao, it's really you." The steward Shen Qiang stepped forward with a smile and said affectionately: "I saw your carriage from afar, and I felt that only Cuizhuxuan had such a style. He glanced at the gorgeous carriage and said enviously: "In my opinion, this carriage, even in the capital, can only be sat by nobles." ”

While speaking, Shen Qiang still looked envious, but Shopkeeper Xiao's face was white and blue. He didn't recognize Shen Qiang, and the subordinates who followed Shen Jinglun in and out of Cuizhuxuan on weekdays, except for the little maid Wenzhu and the housekeeper Shen Zhihua, only Yuan Peng, Zhao Li and others remained. But Rao is that Shen Qiang is not qualified to serve Shen Jinglun closely, and the words he said at the moment are clearly what Shen Jinglun meant. He muttered and explained: "This carriage is only used to pick up VIPs on weekdays, and today it is just a momentary ......."

"Shopkeeper Xiao, don't get me wrong." Shen Qiang smiled, "Although there are rules and regulations for what kind of car people sit in and what kind of clothes they wear, Jizhou is not the capital after all, as long as Lord Lu opens the net, it will be fine." He patted the shopkeeper's hand and smiled meaningfully.

Shopkeeper Xiao made a stirring and suddenly understood. He said, "Thank you." "Hurriedly climbed into the carriage.

Seeing that Shopkeeper Xiao's carriage disappeared at the end of the street, Shen Qiang took a sip and muttered in a low voice: "When you put on silk and satin, you think you are a nobleman, and you are not begging for an uncle at this time." He didn't want to think about it, the uncle just went to Cuizhuxuan to drink tea when he was free......"

"Steward Shen, the little one doesn't understand ......"

"You don't need to understand." Shen Qiang interrupted Wang Liang, and Zhengse ordered: "Uncle said, there are many things in the city these days, and guard the door carefully." The uncle is unwell, and Steward Shen is seriously injured, and they don't see any guests, do you understand? ”

Seeing that Wang Liang was busy saying "yes", Shen Qiang nodded with satisfaction, and turned his head to look at the window of the inn.

Wang Liang followed his gaze and asked in a low voice, "Steward Shen, what are you looking at?" ”

"Nothing." Shen Qiang shook his head. What he said to Shopkeeper Xiao before was instructed by Shen Jinglun. At this moment, his admiration for his master is like a surging river, stretching endlessly.

It is no exaggeration to say that the Shen family is the richest family in Jizhou City. This kind of wealth is not just a pile of silver, but the accumulation and inheritance of hundreds of years. But looking back, unlike Cuizhuxuan's exaggeration, other people's casual carelessness, whether it is a carriage or clothing, on the bright side, the master is the only one in the rich family in Jizhou who has not exceeded the system.

Shen Qiang glanced at the window of the inn again, and Zhengse instructed Wang Liang: "Don't inquire about things that shouldn't be asked, don't inquire blindly, in short, you guard the door well, our uncle has always been above board, and we should be honest and honest as subordinates." ”

In the window of the inn, Xie San couldn't see Shen Qiang's expression, only saw that the shopkeeper of Cuizhuxuan couldn't step into the door of the Shen family, so he left in a hurry. He asked himself secretly: Could it be that as He Huan said, Shen Jinglun often goes to Cuizhuxuan to drink tea, just because the environment is quiet? (To be continued......)