As soon as the sky dawned, Wen Qiao directly led Zhang Xinzhi and a few of his subordinates through the flooded street to the gate of Wang Ai's mansion.

He still had the short knife he had pinned to scare Gu Yuan last time, and when he arrived in front of Wang Aimen, he didn't say a word, he directly raised his foot and kicked towards the gate of the palace, "Open the door for me." He commanded his men who had brought him.

These people who came with Wen Qiao were all his subordinates in the barracks, and this gate was not a problem for them at all. The sound of opening the door disturbed the people in the palace, and the door had already been opened from the inside before Wen Qiao could open it.

An old man who looked to have passed the age of destiny appeared at the gate of the palace, and behind him was a group of people armed with wooden sticks and other weapons that could attack others. The old man's face was very ugly, and he looked at the person who was kicking the door just now, and finally his eyes fell on Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi.

The old man saw that Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi were the ones who could be in charge of these people, so he looked at them and asked, "A few people suddenly kicked the door at the door of my palace, what are you going to do?" My lord is the prefect of Fuzhou City, don't you want to die!"

Seeing that Wen Qiao and Zhang Xinzhi were both fresh faces, the old man restrained himself from saying bolder words. There was a sense of confidence between the lines, obviously thinking that his lord was the prefect of Fuzhou, which was a very honorable and powerful thing.

can easily ask for the lives of these people who don't know the height of the sky in front of them.

Wen Qiao remained calm, and he didn't feel angry at all when he heard these words that seemed bold to him. He didn't say anything to the old man who opened the door, but directly stretched out his hand and made a gesture to his men.

After receiving the order, his subordinates crossed the threshold and rushed into the gate of the palace with serious expressions. The people of the palace who were blocking the door couldn't resist them at all, and for a while, screams and angry scolding rang out one after another.

"What are you trying to do! This is the palace!" The old man was so angry that he stomped his feet, but when he couldn't resist Wen Qiao's men at all, he could only say a few words that were not at all painful and helpless.

Wen Qiao's expression was calm, he and Zhang Xinzhi stepped across the gate of the palace and asked, "Where is Wang Ai?" Hearing Wen Qiao directly call his master's name, the old man's face became even more difficult to look at, he turned his head, and looked unwilling to cooperate, "What are you looking for my master to do?"

The old man then said, "I advise you to get your people out quickly, or else!" His tone was vain, completely threatening Wen Qiao.

Knowing that he couldn't get the answer he wanted from this old man, Wen Qiao didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore, and took Zhang Xinzhi directly inside. Zhang Xinzhi looked out of place in such a conflicted environment, he seemed to be quiet, even if he was by Wen Qiao's side, it made people feel that he was out of the way.

As soon as he passed through the gate of the palace and led to a small path inside, one of Wen Qiao's subordinates ran out from behind a house. He clenched his fist to Wen Qiao and said, "General, the person has been caught!"

Wen Qiao nodded at his subordinates and followed his subordinates over.

Wang Ai was still wearing a dirty garment, and he was caught off guard by the people who suddenly rushed in, and he didn't have time to react at all. As soon as Wen Qiao walked into Wang Ai's room, he saw at a glance that there was a woman sitting on his bed holding a quilt to block his body.

The woman's arms were slender and snow-white, and she was clearly a very young woman. A trace of displeasure flashed on Wen Qiao's face, he had encountered such a thing this morning. Wang Ai's wife could never be like this, he didn't bother to pay attention to these trivial things, and let his subordinates grab Wang Ai and take him outside.

When she went out, the young woman screamed in horror, and Wen Qiao immediately asked her subordinates to close the door as well.

"Wen, Lord Wen, what are you going to do?" Wang Ai was already frightened by the matter of washing, and the more frightened he was in his heart, the calmer the tone of his words became. If it weren't for the obvious trembling of his body, others wouldn't have seen his fear.

Outside Wang Ai's room was a small courtyard, with a peach tree planted in the center, and at this time the flowering season had passed, and only lush green leaves fell on the branches. Under the peach tree was a set of stone tables and stone benches, Wen Qiao asked Zhang Xinyi to sit down together, looking at Wang Ai, who was pressed by his subordinates.

At this time, he was not in a hurry, he sat down with his other leg cocked and sat down unruly, and his deep eyes only quietly brushed Wang Ai's face, which made him completely frightened.

Wang Ai stumbled and opened his mouth and said, "Lord Wen, Dong, things, no, aren't they all handed over to you?" After he finished speaking, he swallowed nervously and added, "What are you still looking for me for?"

Wen Qiao gently tapped the stone table table with his fingers, a stone and his hand was fragile flesh, although the movement was not big, but there was always some pain in the fingers.

However, for Wen Qiao, this pain is like being bitten by a mosquito. Compared with fighting with the enemy on the battlefield, these intrigues in the court made him even more impatient.

He looked at Wang Ai silently for a long time before slowly opening his mouth and asking him, "Oh, is it?" Did Lord Wang really give me everything? Are you sure I'm not mistaken?"

Wang Ai looked to the side with dodgy eyes and replied, "Of course, didn't Lord Wen take it that day." I really don't have anything else, and everything has been explained to you, Master Wen!"

He was very excited, and he didn't know that he thought that Wen Qiao was deliberately making trouble for him. After Wang Ai finished saying these words, Wen Qiao's eyes slowly turned cold.

He has given Wang Ai the opportunity to tell the truth, but there are always so many people in this world who are lucky, and if he doesn't tell the truth, he will never know what it means to leave a way out for himself! Wen Qiao said: "Lord Wang is talking about the account book or the grain you hid?"

Wang Ai, who was still struggling just now, stopped suddenly, he raised his head in disbelief, and glared at Wen Qiao hatefully, "Everything has been handed over to Lord Wen, isn't Lord Wen still satisfied?" ”

Okay, Wen Qiao has completely lost his temper now, he stood up and walked in front of Wang Ai, leaned down and looked at him very closely, looking at him in the eyes, "What's wrong with those things, does Lord Wang want me to tell you personally?"

Without warning, he grabbed Wang Ai's neck, Wang Ai was originally pressed by two subordinates, and Wen Qiao moved their hands. Wang Ai's whole body was out of strength, and he was pushed to the ground by Wen Qiao.

The back of his head slammed into the hard ground, and his mind was quickly dizzy. Wen Qiao pressed him, his hand was still pinching his neck, and the person with a cold tone asked: "I'll give you another chance, if you don't tell me the truth again, I won't show mercy to your subordinates again."

He has countless lives on his hands, and he doesn't care about one more now.