Until the evening, after lunch, Chen Mengtian did not wait for Jiang Zebei.

She had a vague feeling that something was wrong, and she couldn't find any direction.

When she was going to sleep, she also found a reason for Jiang Zebei, thinking that he had just returned to Beijing, and there were many things in the capital that he needed to do.

I put out the candles in the dormitory, and only two candles were lit outside.

Leave the room and close the door gently.

Tonight I have to keep a vigil myself.

Madame didn't know, but she knew, the master did not leave the house, but was in the dungeon in the house.

As a personal maid beside her wife, she needs to know a lot of things in order to cooperate with her master's various actions.

Of course, under this premise, there will definitely be no harm to Madame.

……

Jiang Zebei came out of the dungeon late at night, and at that time, his whole body was overflowing with the smell of blood, even the delicate satin clothes, and there were fresh blood drops dripping under the hem of his clothes.

There were six more corpses in the dungeon, and the death was so miserable that one could poke oneself in the eye and faint at the sight.

With blood all over his body and a strong smell of blood, Jiang Zebei returned to the study.

The people below had already prepared the bathing water for him, as well as new clothes.

Even after bathing, Jiang Zebei could still smell the smell of blood on his body, although it was very weak, it really existed.

He wanted to go back to the East Courtyard and fall asleep with Chen Mengtian in his arms, but he was afraid that the other party would smell the blood on his body.

Tonight, he was destined to stay in his study for the night.

It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that it's just a bit of an exaggeration, there is a place to rest in the study, there is a bed in the room, and the bedding is new, so you can sleep well.

However, without Chen Mengtian, this is a torment for Jiang Zebei.

"Young Master—"

Xuanwu's voice sounded outside the study.

Jiang Zebei opened his eyes and looked at the tassel hanging on the bed tent, but he didn't make a sound, just kept staring at the tassel, and his eyes couldn't gather at all.

He did it today, and his methods were extremely cruel, not bloody.

But he doesn't regret it, Chen Qishan grew up with him since he was a child, and they went from private school to school, and then to Yashan Academy, in which the brotherhood is deep.

Chen Qishan suffered everything, he blamed himself, it was the people below him who didn't pay attention to him, so he let him bear that price.

No normal man can bear that kind of pain, and he will be childless for life, how sad it is.

The village chief of Chenjia Village looks at how delicate his son is, and Chen Qishan is their lifeline.

If the second elder knew what happened to Chen Qishan, he was afraid that he would be even crazier than him.

The door to the study was opened, and familiar footsteps rang out.

Jiang Zebei could tell who the person was, except for Xuanwu, no one else had the courage to come in without hearing his response.

The person who came was indeed Xuanwu, and he walked into the back of the study with a bowl of medicine in his hand.

Looking at the man lying on the bed, his eyes were open and there was no sleepiness.

He stepped forward and placed the medicine bowl in his hand on the table next to the bed.

"Young master, this is Dr. Mo's medicine for people to decoction, it has been warmed, you drink it while it's hot."

As soon as he heard that it was medicine, Jiang Zebei sat up and leaned on the bed.

He reached out and picked up the medicine bowl on the table, brought it to his mouth, and drank it in one gulp, with a neat movement and no delay.

He had to drink this medicine.

If he was still on the distant border, he would be willful, and now that he was so close to Chen Mengtian, he couldn't show the slightest bit of his feet.

After drinking the medicine, Jiang Zebei directly threw the medicine bowl into Xuanwu's arms.