The sentence that wine is strong and intimidating is really not a lie, the girl has half a pot of wine, she is drunk and bold, she is very neat and untied, she only wears a new middle coat, and lies obediently beside Han Changdu.

She pulled the brocade quilt under her chin, revealing only a beautiful but not sharp face, and a handful of long black hair scattered, which made that face harmless to humans and animals.

She was a little nervous, and her hands reached out from the brocade quilt, clutching the head of the quilt tightly.

Wang Cong sighed shallowly, took the incense burner, and added another spoonful of incense to it, and the sweet smell became stronger, which made people drunk and deep, and almost fell asleep.

After doing this, he looked around again, and saw that everything was ready, and there was nothing missing, he patted the girl's head like a child, and said softly: "Sleep, tomorrow morning, I will pick you up." ”

The girl was already starting to stare a little confused, and nodded her head in confusion.

Wang Cong patted Han Changdu's face again, and shouted in a low voice: "Young Envoy Han, Young Envoy, Young Envoy." ”

Han Changdui snorted twice, didn't open his eyes, turned over, and put one hand on the girl's waist.

The sleepy girl woke up suddenly, her whole body was like a lightning strike, her face changed, her eyes were closed all at once, she was very nervous, and her long eyelashes kept trembling.

Wang Cong's face darkened a little, and he reached out and patted the girl's head again, then turned off the light, opened the door and went out.

I don't know when there were two more people dressed as soldiers outside the door, and when they saw Wang Cong closing the door and coming out, they saluted together.

Wang Cong looked up at the sky, and ordered in a deep voice: "Young Envoy Han is drunk, rest in the wing, you must watch the door, don't let people go in and disturb you." ”

The two pro-soldiers bowed and said yes.

The night was deep, a few thin patches of snow fell, a gust of wind passed, the snow flakes became more and more rapid and fine, and it was not long before the roof tiles, the treetops, and the ground were covered with a white expanse.

The banquet was dispersed, the hall was empty, Xie Mengxia was supported by the beautiful maid, and staggered to the other courtyard.

Wang Cong hurriedly walked into the hall and saw Yuan Zhengrong standing with his hands behind his back under the window, there was no one around, only the two of them, so there was nothing to scruple about, he took a deep breath: "Brother." ”

Yuan Zhengrong didn't look back, the long window was ajar, the night breeze blew in, his sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the whole person had a cold breath: "It's all arranged?" ”

Wang Cong said in a low voice: "Yes, it's all arranged." ”

Yuan Zheng sighed in a low voice: "Are the people who were sent to follow them back?" ”

Wang Cong shook his head: "Not yet, I guess it's going to be soon." ”

Yuan Zhengrong said in a deep voice: "Don't go back tonight, just stay here, you should pay more attention to the kid surnamed Han, and as soon as it dawns tomorrow, I will take someone over to block him and make things bigger." ”

This was originally a predetermined matter, Wang Cong had arranged it properly, and he nodded deeply: "Brother, I know." ”

Yuan Zhengrong seemed to be a little uneasy and a little irritable, and he settled down and said in a deep voice: "This time we can't make a mistake, Your Highness is not a grandson or a long, you can only spell a virtuous word, and everything that hinders Your Highness and can't be wooed, you must get rid of it." ”

Wang Cong nodded deeply: "Yes, what the eldest brother said is." ”

"Alright, you go and take a break, there's still work to be done." Yuan Zhengrong waved his hand and let Wang Cong go out.

There was no word all night, and the next day it was dawn, and the bright sun shone through the window.

Wang Cong rested next door to the wing where Han Changdui was resting, and he didn't sleep much all night, listening to the movement next door with his ears open.

There was no unpleasant sound, but there was no sound of the door opening and closing.

He looked up at the bright skylight, someone was cleaning up under the window, and he stretched, it was time to get down to business.

Yuan Zhengrong also stayed awake all night, changed his clothes and opened the door to go out, and there were already many arranged people waiting outside.

The housekeeper of the Thorn Mansion knelt on the ground with a pop, and the green brick floor that had just been cleared of snow in the second half of the night was covered with a layer of hard ice, and the housekeeper knelt firmly on the ice, crunched a few times, the ice shattered, and the ice ballast was stuck in the cotton wool, piercing the flesh, and freezing people shivered.

He looked panicked and kowtowed heavily: "Master, Miss Seven, Miss Seven is gone." ”

Yuan Zhengrong's face changed, and he exclaimed: "What, how could it be gone, have you found it, it's such a big house, can you still find someone?" ”

The butler shuddered violently.

Yuan Zhengrong's heirs were prosperous and gave birth to seven neat sons, but there was only one daughter, this girl was born by his wife, and she had a difficult birth when she was born, and her wife was gone, leaving such a little girl.

There are too many sons, he doesn't care and he can't feel distressed, but there is only one girl, and he has always been distressed about this girl.

The butler felt a chill down his spine, and he felt that he would not live long.

Before he could think too much, he was kicked to the ground by Yuan Zhengrong, and roared into his ears one by one: "Go and see, search room by room, if you can't find it, you won't live." ”

The butler snorted again, and a grunt got up from the ground, beckoned to the man, and kicked the door all over the yard to find someone.

The door of the annex must not be kicked, His Royal Highness the King of Han lives in it, and he kicked the door of His Royal Highness the King of Han, and this family has not had a good life.

The housekeeper kicked the door tremblingly, and Yuan Zhengrong followed behind with his hands on his back, with an anxious look on his face, but his steps were not hurried and very orderly.

slammed the door to find someone with such fanfare, it was Xie Mengxia, who slept like a dead pig, and also woke up from a hangover, he didn't comb his head or wash his face, and grabbed a servant girl to ask the reason.

He almost looked up to the sky and laughed three times, slapped his thigh hard, and didn't even wear a robe, but wrapped a big coat around his middle coat, and the cloak came out to see the excitement.

This is the liveliness of the Assassin's Mansion, but it is Yuan Zhengrong's daughter who is lost, as the King of Han, how can he not look at it, ahh

Seeing that Xie Mengxia also came out, Yuan Zhengrong quietly breathed a sigh of relief, as long as the Han King, who was not too big to see the excitement, also came, then this matter would be half done.

Wang Cong followed behind with no sense of existence, and when he looked at it, not only Xie Mengxia appeared, but Leng Linjiang also came over wearing a long jacket, a group of people from Wuyang and Wuyang, but there was no Han Changdu.

The group kicked the door and knocked loudly, and the snow on the eaves fell straight down.

The Thorn Mansion is very large, even if you don't kick the door of the other courtyard, it is enough for these people to kick for half a day.

Xie Mengxia approached Leng Linjiang and lowered his voice, "How old is that Seventh Miss?" ”

Leng Linjiang's eyes purred, and he smiled: "How can I know about such a private matter." ”

Xie Mengxia sighed: "You don't know me, hurry up." ”

Leng Linjiang smiled: "It's fifteen, and I'm talking about kiss." ”

Xie Mengxia's eyes lit up suddenly, and he became interested: "Let's talk about it, let's talk about it, is this seventh lady good-looking, which Langjun is you talking about?" ”

Leng Linjiang teased his eyelids.

As a former prince of a country, is it really good to gossip like this?

He coughed lightly, feeling that it was his own ability to say some gossip that even Xie Mengxia didn't know, so he smiled lowly: "Miss Seven is also famous in the famous ladies, not stunning but better than gentle, and the third son of Master Zheng of the Ministry of Industry is the one who is the one who is married." ”

Xie Mengxia frowned slightly: "Zheng Tianci's third son? Zheng Mingxin? ”

Leng Linjiang smiled incomprehensibly: "Your Highness knows this person? ”

Xie Mengxia pouted: "He likes Longyang, and he knows it all over the capital, so Yuan Zhengrong doesn't know, and he stupidly marries the girl to him." ”

Leng Linjiang pursed his lips even more, and sneered: "People are not stupid, they have different preferences or something, Dad just needs to use it." ”

The two of them talked about the excitement one after another, Xie Mengxia suddenly remembered something, raised his head and said: "This has made such a big noise, and Jiuchao has not come out to see the excitement, he is too calm, not like a young man at all." ”

Leng Linjiang obviously knew something, rolled his eyelids, and watched the group slowly kick into a room not far from the hall, he sneered: "Lively, how can it be more interesting to see other people's liveliness than to see your own liveliness." ”

"What?" Xie Mengxia didn't understand, and followed these people who kicked the door in confusion.

The little guy who kicked the door was already a little weak, and he changed to a small guy to kick the door, and I don't know if this door was strong or the strength of the little guy, the wooden door clanged, and it was smashed on the ground, raising thick sawdust and dust.

A confused exclamation came from the room: "Who, who." But there was no expected girl's scream, Yuan Zhengrong and Wang Cong glanced at each other quickly, hiding the surprise in their eyes.

The housekeeper led a group of people to rush into the wing, only to see Han Changdui sitting on the kang, wrapped in a brocade quilt, and his eyes were full of sleepiness.

Yuan Zhengrong also followed, and when he looked around, he noticed that something was wrong.

This wing room is not very large, you can see the bottom at a glance, and there is no place for hiding people at all.

Yuan Zhengrong whispered to Wang Cong, who followed up: "What's the matter? ”

Wang Cong frowned slightly: "I watched her come in with my own eyes, I also asked the people at the door just now, and no one went out all night." ”

Before Yuan Zhengrong could think about anything, Han Changdui swept away his sleepiness and looked cold: "Lord Yuan, this is, what's going on?" ”

Yuan Zhengrong looked embarrassed, and the set of rhetoric he prepared was completely useless, so he had to stumble without confidence: "Oh, no, that's it, that's it, my family's seven girls are gone." ”

Han Changwan sighed meaningfully: "It turned out that Miss Seven was lost, so I had to look for it." He put on his clothes and jumped off the kang, with a calm and indifferent face: "Then, let's look for it in this house." ”

Yuan Zhengrong took a step back, and his smile became even more embarrassing: "Young Envoy Han said that he laughed, the seventh girl is in the inner courtyard, how could she run to the outer courtyard, and Young Envoy Han will just rest." ”