Ju'er stood at the gate of the ruined temple, turned around and looked at Wu Zhiyuan from a distance, her eyes full of reluctance and sorrow.

"Go over and comfort a few words!" Zhang Dashuai touched Wu Zhiyuan's arm vigorously on the side, and Wu Zhiyuan reacted at this time, he was originally a person with low feelings, although there are many confidants around him, but a person's sensitivity to feelings is always natural and not easy to change.

Wu Zhiyuan walked up to Ju'er, held her weak shoulders with both hands, and said softly: "Don't worry, it'll be fine." ”

Ju'er nodded slightly, her eyes turned red, and large tears rolled down her cheeks. Seeing this situation, Wu Zhiyuan immediately panicked, and wanted to find a handkerchief from his body to wipe her tears, only to find that there was nothing else that could be used to wipe her tears except for the handkerchief embroidered with strange patterns hidden in her arms from the Maoshan treasure mirror.

At a loss, Ju'er hugged Wu Zhiyuan and buried her cheeks deep in Wu Zhiyuan's chest.

"You must come back safely." Ju'er whimpered on Wu Zhiyuan's chest.

At this moment, a feeling of déjà vu surged into Wu Zhiyuan's heart, he nodded, patted Ju'er's back gently, and comforted softly: "Don't worry, we will be fine." ”

Ju'er cried on Wu Zhiyuan's chest for a long time, until the tears soaked Wu Zhiyuan's clothes, she slowly raised her head, looked at Wu Zhiyuan's eyes, and reluctantly turned around and left with everyone.

"It seems that Brother Wu, you don't have much research on women." Zhang Dashuai walked to Wu Zhiyuan's side and looked at the back of Ju'er who was gradually moving away.

Wu Zhiyuan could only smile bitterly when he heard this, although Zhang Dashuai's words were a little vulgar, but they were to the point.

"Actually, I don't often go to places like Jinju Lane, but I occasionally go there once or twice when I'm in a bad mood, but as far as I know, although this Ju'er girl was born in the land of fireworks, she is a good girl who is clean and self-conscious. Zhang Dashuai said with a straight face.

Wu Zhiyuan smiled awkwardly and didn't answer, he understood what Zhang Dashuai meant, in fact, he also understood Ju'er's personality, but emotional matters cannot be explained clearly in a few words, and now is not the time to talk about love.

"Get ready, as soon as it gets dark, we'll leave for the Marshal's Mansion." Wu Zhiyuan turned around and walked into the broken temple, sat on a stone and closed his eyes to recuperate.

The two of them were silent for a while, and sat quietly until the sun went down and the sky gradually turned dark, and then they began to leave.

"Brother Wu, are you sure?" When he walked out of the broken temple, Zhang Dashuai asked a little timidly.

"As long as that man in black goes to the appointment, and you can bring me into the Marshal's Mansion smoothly, I will be sure to capture Li Lanru." Wu Zhiyuan nodded in response.

"That's no problem, no one is more familiar with the situation in the Marshal's Mansion than me, and it's up to me when the time comes." Zhang Dashuai said, rolling his sleeves.

The two took advantage of the night to march all the way towards the Marshal's Mansion, and after a day and a night of looting in Jinan City, few people dared to show their faces on the street, and there was no trace of the Qing soldiers. The two came to the street in front of the main gate of the Marshal's Mansion very smoothly, and stood at the east end of the street and watched from afar.

There were seven or eight Qing soldiers standing guard at the door, but a few of them were not restrained, one by one leaning against the door and chatting, looking very comfortable and relaxed.

"Damn, they thought they had won the world." Zhang Dashuai scolded angrily.

"There are too many Qing soldiers at the front door, and breaking through will alarm Li Lanru inside, so we have to find another way." Wu Zhiyuan looked at the Qing soldiers and said in a deep voice. If it was three or two Qing soldiers standing guard, Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Dashuai could easily get rid of them with a raised hand, and they would never alarm the people in the marshal's mansion, but there were as many as seven or eight people at this time, so this road would not work.

"Of course there is another way." Zhang Dashuai smiled, pulled Wu Zhiyuan's sleeve, and took the lead to walk north.

Wu Zhiyuan followed in the footsteps of Zhang Dashuai, and the two went north until they reached the back of Dashuai's mansion. The main body of this mansion is a Western-style villa, but it is surrounded by high walls. Zhang Dashuai took Wu Zhiyuan to a position and stopped, squatted down and began to push the gray bricks at the base of the wall.

The gray bricks are relatively new, inconsistent with the overall color of the wall, and there is no sand between the gray bricks, indicating that these gray bricks are only temporarily blocked here.

Soon, the gray bricks were knocked down by Zhang Dashuai, and a hole appeared at the base of the wall that could accommodate one person to crawl through guò.

"Drill a dog hole?" Wu Zhiyuan pointed to the cave and asked in astonishment, the edge of the cave entrance was relatively neat, and the size was a dog cave at a glance. There are many such dog holes in Wujia Village, and there is one in Wu's ancestral hall, which he often drilled when he was a child.

"I had a few wolf dogs before, but the fourth aunt hated dogs, so she killed and ate dog meat, and the dog hole was blocked, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today." Zhang Dashuai smiled awkwardly.

Wu Zhiyuan showed a helpless look, Zhang Dashuai was the former owner of this Dashuai Mansion, he naturally knew the layout of the Dashuai Mansion very well, and now he had to get into it from this dog hole, which showed that there was no other safer way.

Thinking of this, Wu Zhiyuan no longer hesitated, leaned over and got into the dog hole. Zhang Dashuai's body size and feet were fat, and it took a lot of effort to successfully get in, and when he stood up, he found that the military uniform on his belly had been worn to pieces.

Seeing that Zhang Dashuai was dressed as a wolf, Wu Zhiyuan couldn't help but feel funny, but he was not allowed to relax here and now, so he urged Zhang Dashuai to find a way to enter the villa.

Zhang Dashuai made a snickering expression at Wu Zhiyuan, and then walked west along the back of the villa, and when he came to the corner, a secret door appeared in front of the two.

"There is a pile of firewood and hay at the back of the villa, and this door is the one that the servants take when they get firewood." Zhang Dashuai pushed it gently, and the door was pushed open, and the two crept into the door one after the other.

The door leads directly to the kitchen, and it is already past the meal, although the lights are on in the kitchen, there is no one, presumably the servants have already scattered and fled for their lives, and there should be few servants in this marshal's mansion.

Zhang Dashuai relied on his familiarity with this villa, and swaggered towards the kitchen, and just walked to the kitchen door, he heard a faint sound of talking in the living room outside.

Zhang Dashuai hurriedly stopped, and at the same time turned back to Wu Zhiyuan and made a silent gesture.

Wu Zhiyuan walked to the door of the kitchen, gently pushed the door that was already hidden by a crack in the door, and the two looked into the living room.

I saw two people sitting on the sofa in the living room, both of them were dressed as Qing soldiers, leaning lazily on the sofa with their backs back, smoking hookahs with Erlang's legs crossed.

"Hey, this handsome mansion is really fucking magnificent, Zhang Yongheng's dead fat man really knows how to enjoy it." One took a puff of his hookah and laughed.

"You don't know this, this big handsome mansion is actually not the fat man, he also snatched it from someone else." The other man pretended to be high-minded.

"Oh? Fuck it, aren't we all 9,000 years old now? Hey! The man said, smirking smirk.

Between the two of them asking and answering, Wu Zhiyuan saw that Zhang Dashuai was trembling, and it seemed that he had reached the point of being angry, so he hurriedly pressed his shoulder and signaled him not to be impulsive.

At this time, I heard a person lower his voice and said with a wicked smile: "The fourth aunt is really angry, hey, do you say that he can do it at the age of nine thousand?" It is...... That one...... Hehe......" he said, glancing up in the direction of the second floor.

"Hey, do you say you can do it, these are all pure people......" The other person said this, deliberately lowering his voice, but Wu Zhiyuan and Zhang Dashuai were not far from the two of them, so they could still hear it very clearly, and only heard him whisper: "It is said that the reason why Li Lianying is appreciated by the Queen Mother is because she has a good mouth." Nine thousand years old estimate...... Hee-hee, that is, over-the-mouth, hehe......"

Although Wu Zhiyuan has experienced personnel, he still has little understanding of the mysteries after all. The words of the two Qing soldiers in the living room were actually obscene, but Wu Zhiyuan didn't hear the doorway, but Zhang Dashuai understood very well, hearing this, he was already red-faced, angry, and stood up as soon as he stood up, Wu Zhiyuan was just about to reach out to pull, and the Zhang Dashuai had already rushed towards the two people in the living room.