Few people know that there is a larger, deeper, and more luxurious courtyard all the way from the backyard of the merchant pharmacy.

This courtyard is usually unoccupied, but it is cleaned every day, and as long as the owner comes, you can move in at any time.

The night has passed the third watch, and the main room is still brightly lit.

Meng Jia, who was supposed to be detained in prison awaiting trial, wore a cool and comfortable beige gauze robe, with long hair draped, and leaned lazily on the white rattan chaise longue, tossing a grape from time to time, and then opening his mouth to pick it up.

Behind him stood four beautiful maids dressed in gorgeous clothes and with different features, each of whom took a feather fan and held him unhurriedly.

In the four corners and in the center of the house, there are five large brass ice basins, which are carved into the shape of mountain rocks and flowers and trees, and exude a faint and cool air in the basins.

Thirteen Niang stood aside, tightened her robe uncomfortably, and persuaded good-naturedly: "Childe, it's late at night, you should rest." ”

Meng Jia turned a deaf ear, but his expression became more and more impatient, and a layer of anger appeared in his eyes.

The beautiful maid in green clothes gave Thirteen Niang a look and said gently: "Childe, can the slave and maid sing you a song?" ”

Meng Jia was noncommittal, but he didn't throw any more grapes into his mouth.

The beautiful maid kept the fan in her hand, humming softly, her tone was soft and soothing, but it was a folk lullaby to coax children to sleep.

After she had sung it several times, Mongar finally yawned and fell asleep.

Everyone held their breath, they didn't dare to come out, and they all stared at Meng Jia, hoping that he would sleep peacefully soon, so that everyone would be relieved.

However, there was too much ice in the room, and it was too cold.

Thirteen Niang didn't hold back, and gently stroked her arm, the fabric rubbed, making an inaudible rustling sound.

Meng Jia's eyelids that had been closed opened suddenly, and he sat up suddenly, his eyes were red, and he kicked the dwarf next to him to the ground, grabbed the white rattan chaise longue and smashed it against the wall.

It wasn't enough to smash the things around him, so he gasped and walked around the house to see what he was smashing.

Thirteen Niang and all the maidservants hugged their heads and ran around, trembling, and no one dared to persuade each other.

In just a moment, the originally elegant and neat room became a mess.

Meng Jia hugged his head, grabbed his hair, and screamed "Ahh......h

The beautiful woman in Tsing Yi dared to feel out along the root of the wall, quietly opened the door, and let a person in.

The man crept up behind Mongar and pressed him the back of the neck with lightning speed.

Meng Jia struggled to turn his head and glared at him viciously with murderous eyes, and the man shrank for a moment and whispered, "Childe, forgive me." ”

Three silver needles were inserted into the acupuncture points on the back of Meng Jia's neck at the same time, and Meng Jia exhaled a breath lightly, and fell down softly, unconscious.

The people skillfully lifted his head and legs, carried him to the bed in the inner room, covered him with a quilt, lit a soothing incense, and left two of them on duty, while the rest withdrew silently and stood in the courtyard to talk.

Thirteen Niang was very guilty: "It's all my fault, why didn't you hold back?" ”

The maid in Tsing Yi said unceremoniously with a straight face: "It's your fault, the son is about to fall asleep, and he has suffered so much because of you." Acupuncture points hurt the body the most, Xiangye and Mrs. originally wanted Gongzi to come here to recuperate and relax, but you let Gongzi come here and let so many things happen as soon as Gongzi came here. ”

Thirteen Niang's face was very ugly, full of unwillingness but unable to speak.

The maid in Tsing Yi snorted coldly: "You're not convinced, are you?" Don't look at who you are! ”