After Tang Lin left, Qin Feng planned his actions at night, this was his only chance to turn over, he had to grasp it well, thought about it again and again, and decided to start from the old mansion in Xicheng.

Qin Feng couldn't do this alone, he planned to find a helper, and in his mind, he thought about all the people he knew, and felt that none of them were suitable, and finally targeted his own servants.

"Young Master, are you going to burn down the old mansion in Xicheng?" The servant asked in surprise.

Qin Feng hurriedly covered the servant's mouth: "Shhh

"The young master is mighty!" The domestic servant gave a thumbs up, what kind of master has what kind of minions, and it took a lot of effort to burn his own house.

After lunch, the master and servant began to prepare for the evening's action.

Qin Feng went to the black market to sell fierce fire oil, and the domestic servant made torches at home, in order to burn better, Qin Feng also specially asked the family to cut a set of quilts to make torches.

On the other side, Zhao Qianqian was in the rouge gouache shop, busy until noon.

Now she comes to the store every ten days, knowing that her rouge is well deserved, and customers are willing to wait, and she has more than 100 sets in the morning, all of which are snatched away by customers, and more than 100 customers have been made in the afternoon.

Since that rouge incident, there has been no inferior rouge in Nancheng, and although the price of rouge is more expensive, customers can accept it.

After lunch, before the guests came, Zhao Qianqian took a nap on the table.

After a while, she was dreaming again.

She dreamed that not long after nightfall, Qin Feng and a domestic servant carried a heavy bucket with a lot of torches in the bucket, and the two sneaked into the carriage.

She felt a little strange, so she followed behind the carriage, and the carriage came to Qin Feng's old mansion in Xicheng.

But they did not enter the courtyard, but stopped at the corner of the wall outside the cotton house, and the master and servant looked around in a sneaky manner, and when they saw that there was no one around, they hurriedly took out a few torches from the bucket.

The torch burst into flames at a moment's notice, and it looked like it was soaked in fuel.

The master and servant threw the torch at the roof where the cotton was stored, and the roof burst into flames.

Seeing that the house was burning, the two hurriedly got into the carriage and drove towards Nancheng, the two knocked desperately on the door outside the Nancheng warehouse, and asked someone to go to Xicheng to put out the fire.

In the end, Qin Feng went to Jinfeng Hall, and it was Tang Lin who he went to see.

Tang Lin stood at the door and looked at the skyrocketing fire on the streets of Shangyang, and lit the fire with satisfaction: "Well, good job, hard work!" Saying that, he handed Qin Feng a glass of water, Qin Feng was flattered and took the teacup and drank it in one go. As soon as the water fell into his stomach, Qin Feng suddenly stuck his neck, his eyes widened and his face was red, and in a moment, he bled and fell to the ground.

Tang Lin took out a small medicine bottle and scattered some white powder on Qin Feng's body, and in an instant, Qin Feng's corpse turned into a stream of blood, and a few subordinates quickly cleaned up the house, and Qin Feng's bones disappeared like this.

The houses in Qingyun City are all wooden houses, and they can't be controlled as soon as they catch fire, and for a while, the entire Qingyun City is in a sea of fire, and there are cries mixed with screams everywhere.

Zhao Qianqian was scared out of a cold sweat by the nightmare.

She sat up straight for a few moments before she came to her senses.

What deep hatred does she have with Tang Lin? Why does this person always want to burn down her warehouse? and Qin Feng's pig, who is always tired and doesn't change, so she doesn't need to give him another chance.

She got up and said to the shopkeeper, "Sister-in-law Li, I have something to do, go back and deal with it first, come back later, and the guests will come in a while, you can receive them first."

Seeing that she was sweating profusely, the shopkeeper asked worriedly, "Shallow, are you uncomfortable somewhere?" I'll send you to the Rejuvenation Hall to see the doctor, right?"

Zhao Qianqian said, "I'm fine, don't worry, I'll be back soon."

Come!"

After speaking, he left without waiting for the shopkeeper to answer.

Zhao Qianqian went to the warehouse where the kiwi fruit was brewed, and she knew that Fanchen was there most of the time.

Sure enough, Fan Chen was watching the brothers in the camp divide the kiwi fruit stuffing, and didn't notice her coming in.

"Be careful, don't spill it." Fan Chen said as he reached out and stabilized the small wine jug on the ground.

Zhao Qianqian walked behind him and patted him lightly on the shoulder: "Hey, immediately call all the brothers, move all the cotton in the Xicheng warehouse to the warehouse next door, and if you have time, move all the cow hoof vines there back, and put them here for easy management."

Fan Chen teased: "Why, I feel cold all of a sudden, do you want to sleep in a cotton nest, or do you want to make a cotton house?"

Zhao Qianqian rolled his eyes: "I don't have time to talk nonsense to you, let's get serious!"

Fengchen didn't answer, and handed Zhao Qianqian a very delicate wine bottle: "Look at it, the wine jug you designed is really beautiful!" Let's not talk about what's inside, just look at this flask and sell it for a good price."

Zhao Qianqian took the wine jug, I have to say, it is indeed very exquisite, but she has no time to appreciate the wine jug now.

Qin Feng's house burned or not, she didn't care, she just wanted to move the cotton out, Qin Feng could burn it with him as much as he wanted.

In Qin Feng's old house, the house is still a few meters away from the wall, the wall is surrounded by roads, and there is still a certain distance from other houses, no matter how fierce the fire is, it will not burn other people's homes, as long as the southern city is not on fire, Qingyun City will not be engulfed in the fire.

Zhao Qianqian put down the wine jug in his hand, reached out and grabbed Fanchen's ear: "Hurry up, call my brother to carry cotton first!"

"Ouch, let go! Let go!" Fan Chen shouted, reaching out to hold Zhao Qianqian's hand.

However, no matter how he called it, Zhao Qianqian's hand seemed to be glued to his ear, but he couldn't pull it down.

"Okay, let's go right away, you let go first!" Fan Chen was so pained that tears flowed, and he had to surrender.

Zhao Qianqian let go of his hand, Fan Chen rubbed his fiery ears and took two steps back, stretching out his hand to block the front: "It's already been moved."

Zhao Qianqian was surprised: Didn't Qin Feng know if he moved?

Zhao Qianqian asked, "Moved? When did you move? Does anyone else know?"

Fan Chen picked up a pot of fruit brew and handed it to Zhao Qianqian: "The people on the mountain definitely don't know, the rented carriage is transported to the warehouse next door, and the quilt in the next warehouse is in Dancheng, where there are tailors, and the personnel are centralized and easy to manage. I'm already making cotton clothes."

I have to say that this mortal dust is really efficient, he usually looks unserious, hangs his child, and things are really good.

"Then bring the cow hoof vine back, there is a place in the warehouse here, and there is no need to rent it when it is vacated, and there is no need to waste rent."

Fan Chen said: "All the cow hoof vines have moved to Yao Cunfu's house, and a shed has been built in the yard of his house, and they are already weaving rattan chairs, and it is estimated that a batch can be made in the next two days."

Zhao Qianqian took a sip of kiwi fruit brew and asked without a trace, "Is the warehouse over there empty now?" Is there anyone guarding it?"

Fan Chen rolled his eyes: "Are you stupid? Of course, everything is empty, so what are you keeping?"

Zhao Qianqian nodded: Dare to love Qin Feng didn't know yet, everything there was transported back to Nancheng.

In that case, then things will be easy to do.

Zhao Qianqian walked behind Fan Chen, whispered a word to Fan Chen, and went back to the rouge gouache shop.

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At the beginning of the year, at the foot of Heifeng Mountain at the junction of Hanzhou County and Qingyun County, Wang Biao was galloping towards the mountain with four people.

A deafening sound of horses' hooves alarmed the birds in the mountains, and the black pressure flew into the sky.

The wind gusted in the mountains, the leaves flew down, Wang Biao sensed that something was wrong, clamped the horse's belly, pulled the reins, the horse raised his temples and hissed, paused and stopped slowly.

The four horsemen behind followed and stopped quickly, and at this time, the arrows in the forest rained down on five people, and all five horses fell to the ground with arrows, and three of them were killed by arrows.

Wang Biao flew a few meters away from the horse

, and then more than a dozen black-clothed people fell from the sky, not giving people a chance to breathe, and more than a dozen long swords stabbed at Wang Biao and another person at the same time.

The man in black divided into two ways and attacked the two, and Wang Biao was still able to resist.

"Ah! Yes! Uncle save me!" The other man was stabbed with a sword one after another, and let out a terrible scream.

"Xiao Ran!" Wang Biao looked anxiously at the injured man and tried to get closer to him, but he was entangled and couldn't get out.

"Ahh There was another scream, and the man named Xiao Ran was stabbed in the crotch, sat on the ground with his buttocks, and retreated again and again.

This person is the nephew of the Li family, Li Xiaoran, the only surviving seedling in the Li family.

Seeing this, Wang Biao couldn't take care of himself, and struggled to break out of the encirclement, just as he turned around, his right leg was stabbed, and then his left arm was slashed again.

Wang Biao was injured again and again, and the man in black became more and more energetic the more he fought, and the offensive became more and more fierce. Wang Biao was stabbed several times in succession, although it was not fatal, but it affected his performance.

Suddenly, a cold light pierced Wang Biao's chest, and his clothes were cut out, Wang Biao only felt that the cold sword pierced into his body, and when he was startled, he quickly slipped back, although the sword pierced into the body was out of his body, but Wang Biao had no power to fight back.

Wang Biao retreated to a big tree, leaned his back against the tree, steadied himself and asked, "Can you give your name?" If there is something to discuss, why rush to kill them all?"

The man in black said coldly, "Someone spent 300,000 taels of silver to buy your life, don't blame me if you go to the Netherworld."

"Three, three hundred thousand?" Wang Biao choked.

The man in black said, "I didn't think your life was quite valuable, don't talk nonsense and take your life." As he spoke, he arrived in front of Wang Biao in the blink of an eye.

The cold sword stabbed at Wang Biao again, and Wang Biao, thinking that he was going to die, gave up the struggle, leaned against the tree and closed his eyes.

Just as he closed his eyes and waited for death, a cold light flashed in front of him, and he only heard a muffled snort, and the cold sword was withdrawn from his body again. At the same time, I heard the night man roaring, "There is another one who is sent to death, do you want to sell one and give one away?"

Wang Biao opened his eyes and looked around, but he didn't see anyone, only to see that the hand of the man in black holding the sword was shaking, and he almost couldn't hold it steadily.

Seeing this, the rest of the black-clothed people surrounded him, and the black-clothed man with trembling hands said, "Acquaintances, hurry up, I will spare you from dying."

"Then it depends on whether you have what it takes to beat me." A man's voice came from the tree.

The man in black said coldly, "Do you know who this person is? He's ......."

"You're talking too much!"

Before the words fell, a figure flashed in front of him, and he arrived in front of the man in black in an instant, only to see the figure shuttling, and before he could see clearly, more than a dozen people in black fell to the ground together.

The man took out a white handkerchief from his bosom, wiped the blood from the sword, and inserted the sword into the scabbard, as if he was not killing people just now, but cut a few cabbages casually.

Only then did Wang Biao see this person's face clearly, it was a beautiful face, the edges and corners of the eyebrows and eyes were as delicate as jade carvings, and the face of the best-looking woman in the world was not as good as his.

The man hooked his lips, "You don't plan to go back?"

Only then did Wang Biao react and hurriedly surrendered his hand: "Xie Shaoxia rescued, I don't know what to call Shaoxia?"

"Shen Junchen." Shen Junchen's clear voice is as comfortable as his appearance.

"Thanks to Shen Shaoxia for saving me, please accept Wang Biao's worship!" Wang Biao was about to kneel down as he spoke.

"You don't have to take it to heart, see if you are injured lightly, and there is one who can't walk, where do you live? Why don't I give you a ride?" After Shen Junchen finished speaking, he whistled, and then he heard the sound of horses' hooves not far away.

"Shaoxia save me, aren't you afraid that I'm a bad person?" Wang Biao asked tentatively.

Shen Junchen said with a smile: "What is a good person and a bad person in this world, I won't tell you, I was originally a servant of Qingyun City, and I couldn't earn a few dollars even if I died, and I couldn't even afford to marry a lady, so I plan to go to the bandit leader Wang Biao, maybe I can marry a lady."