"Everything must be done with a purpose."

Weng Lao squinted, watching Wang Chuan make tea with the unique method of the new tea ceremony, and his heart was calm and indifferent.

He spoke: "Chang'an is a big whirlpool, and even more so above the temple.

The crown prince and the prime minister are both extremely smart people in this world, and they regard the old man as a pawn in the game, so the Weng Mansion must be safe.

Moreover...... Although the old man has become a general, he is not at the mercy of others. ”

In the last sentence, Weng Lao said with great confidence, and even he was so confident that the corners of his mouth curled up a little.

He didn't say where his confidence came from, but Wang Chuan had already guessed.

Among them, the greatest self-confidence is of course the disciples and protégés all over the court, while the rest of the self-confidence comes from the old man's decades of officialdom experience and unique judgment in the temple, as well as ......

The housekeeper of the Weng Mansion.

Wang Chuan glanced imperceptibly at the unfathomable butler, but under his gentle and kind face was a strength that was even more terrifying than Qin Hanyang.

With such a person for personal protection, it's no wonder that Weng Lao can be so leisurely.

He probably knew that the Nine Yin Sect was refining the Soul Control Bead, in a vain attempt to manipulate his soul and influence the temple, so as to win a part of the victory in the party struggle for the prime minister.

But with such a powerful butler by his side to protect, Weng Lao was not afraid.

It's just that...... Wang Chuan still had an ominous premonition in his heart.

The Nine Yin Sect is a first-class force, the emaciated camel is bigger than the horse, even if it is only a small part of the strength that enters Chang'an, but where is it so easy to deal with?

Hidden under the calm? What exactly?

Wang Chuan didn't know.

As Weng Lao said, no matter how you look at it, he is safe, and there are still people from the Green Gang outside Lane 36, and it seems that everything is his own heart.

I hope so, Wang Chuan secretly thought in his heart.

"Elder Weng, the tea is ready."

The tea cup was steaming, and Wang Chuan smiled and served it with both hands.

Weng Lao opened his eyes, took the tea and took a sip, the smile on the corner of his mouth unconsciously expanded, and even a little overflowing.

"Your tea is good, and your poems are even better, does yesterday's one have a name?"

"Burrow." Wang Chuan replied with a smile.

Hearing this, Weng Lao was silent for a moment, and then suddenly burst out with a clear drink.

"Good! What a "Burrow Ming", much better than the name of the poem you wrote at the poetry meeting. ”

Hiss!

He suddenly gasped, and then said: "It makes sense, this poem should be added with a sentence of 'gift Weng Tingzhang', and the old man also happens to touch your talent."

Hahaha, yes, that's a wonderful name. ”

Weng Lao's eyebrows fluttered for a while, he knew that Wang Chuan was a princeling, but he was still willing to mention Wang Chuan a few words, in addition to his ideological character that had not been corrupted by Chang'an, it was because of the poem he gave when he left.

This is very much in line with his heart, especially the sentence "Si is a burrow, but I am Dexin".

……

……

Squeak.

The vermilion gate suddenly opened, and Xiao Ting commanded the family to move a few heavy linen bags at the door to the waiting carriage.

Li Zhenfeng, who was lying on his stomach behind the roof opposite, looked at the scene in front of him, and his expression did not change at all.

Soon, all the burlap bags were put away, and the driver greeted Xiaoting with a smile, and then drove away slowly.

"Keep up." Li Zhenfeng commanded calmly, and someone behind him suddenly nodded and left quietly.

This coachman, they didn't care, because they had followed him a few days ago and confirmed that there was nothing wrong with this person.

Today is just a routine, Li Zhenfeng asked himself that he was vigilant enough.

……

On the spacious street, the carriage was in front and the disciples of the Green Gang were behind.

The two groups of people hung not far away, and this tracking would continue until the coachman entered the house.

It's just that today is destined to be different.

The hooded coachman curled the corners of his mouth into a sneer, and the only remaining eye was full of mockery.

He drove down a street again, and from Chung Yip Fong to Tai Ping Fong.

At this moment, the coachman suddenly bowed his head slightly to a certain place on the side of the road and made a look.

At this moment, suddenly two people walked towards the disciple of the Green Gang, with steel knives hidden in their sleeves, and their nails had grown silently.

The three of them staggered past each other, and the cold blade and the poisonous yin qi instantly entered the body, and the green gang disciple's pupils shrank sharply, and he let out two muffled snorts.

When the two of them were far away, he fell to the ground, splashing a puff of dust and leaving a pool of blood.

There was an instant commotion in the streets, and a noisy exclamation rang out.

"Dead! Dead! ”

"Report to the official, go and report to the official! Go to Jingzhao Mansion to report to the official! ”

……

Listening to the chaos behind him, the mockery in the coachman's eyes grew.

"Drive!"

With a wave of his whip, the carriage turned into a deep and secluded alley.

……

……

Weng Shuang felt like she had a long dream.

She dreamed that she became the heroine of those gangster stories told by Wang Chuan, and experienced an exciting and terrifying adventure.

But when she slowly lifted her heavy eyelids, she realized...... It turned out that everything was not a dream.

Small, cramped space, with only a little light coming through the cracks in the sacks.

His hands and feet were tightly bound, and even the more he struggled, the tighter he became, his mouth was blocked by something, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

At this moment, Weng Shuang was completely panicked.

Tears came out of her eyes, she shouted for help in her heart, she subconsciously moved her body to struggle, but her body was soft and weak, and her strength was pitiful.

As a result, Weng Shuang's tears were even more.

She was infinitely frightened in her heart, and she didn't expect that when the kidnapping really happened to her, it would be such a terrifying thing.

It would make her feel so distraught that she didn't know what else to do but cry.

However, crying can also be tiring.

I don't know how long it took, Weng Shuang's tears slowly decreased, and she began to think helplessly.

She couldn't figure out why Xiaoting, who was regarded as her own sister, would do such a thing to herself, and she couldn't figure out why her grandfather hadn't come to save her until now.

"Am I going to die?"

Suddenly, such a thought came to Weng Shuang's heart, and he felt more and more helpless.

"Brother Wang Chuan said that he was kidnapped and is very likely to tear up the ticket, and I am definitely going to die! Woo, I don't want to die yet, I haven't been to Chang'an for a long time, I haven't been to Wang Chuan's brother's gang yet, I haven't married yet, I haven't ...... yet"

"I can't die yet!"

If you are kidnapped by the opposing gang, how to leave clues on the way and how to cause trouble for the other party.

The words that Wang Chuan had just said clearly appeared in her mind at this time, bringing a ray of light to the endless darkness.

Leave a clue...... Causing trouble......

Weng Shuang finally stopped crying meaninglessly, and began to calmly think about the current situation and how to save herself.

Soon, she discovered that she still had a dagger hidden in her sleeve.

A sharp, sharp, one-edged ......

Dagger!