"Who?"

An old servant in Wang Shangshu's mansion was wondering why his master hadn't come back yet, when he heard this sharp knock on the door.

"Lord Shangshu, it's me."

"No matter who it is, you will not be allowed to enter the house!" The old servant muttered, "My lord has gone out with his relatives to run errands, and no one is allowed to disturb him." ”

Several of the assassins crouching outside the door suddenly looked at each other in an uproar.

"What should I do?" They tugged at Wei Chong's shirt and asked in a low voice.

"What to do...... You can't go back empty-handed, can you? Wei Chong said, "It's better to kill this slave and give an explanation to King Wanjun." ”

"Understood!"

Wei Chong coughed a few times, turned his head and said, "Does your master recognize Wei Chong?" I can't even come in? ”

When the old slave heard this, he was startled and replied in a panic: "Original...... It turned out to be Lord Wei, I'll open the door! ”

As soon as he stretched out his left hand, he felt that someone was pulling him, and he was about to withdraw his hand, when he suddenly stumbled, and his heel hit the threshold.

Before the old servant could cry out in pain, he saw a bright steel knife flash in front of him, and before he could make a sound, he was picked up and dropped by several assassins, chopping off his head, and blood splattered.

"Are you alright?" Wei Chong turned his back and wiped the blood from his clothes.

"After killing, should I go inside and search it?"

"Let's go." Wei Chong said softly.

Several assassins armed with bloody knives broke into the mansion and killed people on sight, slaughtering all the minions in the mansion, leaving not a single one alive.

Wei Chong went straight to the account room, took out a stack of silver tickets in several large wooden boxes, and then ran out with the assassins.

They were walking to the side of the street when they saw a few drops of rain falling from the dark clouds overhead. Wei Chong looked up at the sky, and before he could say a word, the rain poured down, roaring with the wind, and the rain curtain poured all over the ground.

Fang Jiancai slept in the dye workshop when he heard the door panel 'creak' from the wind, and woke up in an instant.

He lifted the quilt, sat up, and sniffed hard, as if sensing a murderous aura. He was about to change his clothes when he heard a quick knock on the door of the house, but this time it was definitely not the news.

"Wait a minute!" Fang Jiancai shouted as he put on his coat.

"What's the matter with you?" Fang Jiancai pushed open the door and saw a dyer holding an oil-paper umbrella, his face flushed.

Fang ...... Master Fang, Wan ...... The soldiers of the Lord of Ten Thousand are coming! ”

"Lord Wan?"

"King Wanjun is here to arrest you!"

Fang Jiancai looked at him solemnly, then pulled his umbrella and hurried towards the direction of the gate.

"Set up a ladder!" He shouted at the dyers under the light.

A few of the officers were sharp, and when they heard Fang Jiancai's order, they grew like rabbit legs, and quickly carried them over the ladder and set them up on the wall.

Fang Jiancai threw the umbrella aside, and climbed the ladder in the wind and rain, his clothes soaked.

He stood on top of an earthen wall, below which there were several groups of officers and soldiers on horseback, and because the torches were all extinguished, he could not see the human form. He was afraid that these people would be unreasonable and hurt people with hidden arrows, so he kicked on the ladder with his two feet and leaned against the wall, so he dared to speak.

"Who are you? Why do you want to catch me? He asked.

"Don't be afraid! We were specially sent by the King of Wanjun......"

"Needless to say!" Fang Jiancai said, "The grievances between me and your prince are clear, and if you have something to say, just say it." ”

"The king of the county just heard that you are going to move the dyeing workshop to Zhenjiang tomorrow, and he is reluctant to leave you here!" The officer's tone was gentle, and he was afraid that he was frightened.

"In that case, let's all calm down and have a good talk to avoid misunderstandings." Fang Jiancai wanted to scold, but knowing that they had a guy in their hands, it was very likely that they would break in, so he decided to delay with them, firmly believing that there was a turning point.

"It's best that you think so." In addition to the arrogant sound of rain, Fang Jiancai seemed to have heard the officer's relaxed laughter.

"I went to Zhenjiang for nothing else, it was all because of the big water in Qinhuai, which affected the business of my dyeing workshop, and I had to leave. Unless your Nanjing government can make concessions and provide benefits for our fang, you can negotiate. "He made it up with all his might.

"Your dyeing workshop is not a small workshop, customers come from all over the world, how can it affect your business? That's a reluctant reason, isn't it? ”

These words hit the stake, forcing Fang Jian to sweat profusely.

"That'...... That's because ......" he stumbled a little, "it's not ......"

"Merchant Fang, you can't figure it out, if you can't talk to us rough people, it's best to go to the King of Wanjun to discuss in person, and talk about the situation. So, please open the door now, or you won't see each other! The officer's tone suddenly changed to threatening.

Fang Jiancai pinched his nails, hesitated for a while, the night was vast, and he still didn't see Lu Fangxuan's soldiers and horses killed, so he looked up to the sky and sighed:

"Open-"

"Wait!"

This loud roar almost caused Fang Jiancai to fall, and the officer's war horse couldn't stop roaring.

The officer hurriedly pulled his horse's bridle and looked around, not knowing where the roar was coming from.

"What people! We are all the personal soldiers of the King of Wanjun, don't think about playing tricks! The officer drew his sword from its scabbard and shouted.

"Don't be angry, after all, I'm here to help you."

When the officer looked to the east, there were about 20 people, still waving flags, and they were all shadowed in the heavy rain.

"Help? How to help? He was skeptical, but the sword was already on its sheath.

"In the next is Lu Yuegong's personal soldier, surnamed Zheng Mingshi Yan, the word respects learning, and I am here to help you escort Fang Jian out of the city." A soldier in his forties walked through the shadows, his face was upright and serious.

When the officer heard this, he secretly panicked, and said, "King Wanjun asked us to keep Fang Jiancai, why did Cheng send him away again?" ”

"Don't say it, it's Lu Yuegong's order that I'm adhering to!"

"Good!" The officer's eyes widened angrily, and he heard the sound of weapons again: "Then let's just have a fire and see who has the final say!" ”

The soldiers behind Zheng Shiyan also rubbed their hands and muttered.

"Quiet." Zheng Shiyan was unmoved, but said calmly, "If you really want to do this, I will not resist." But you have to understand that Lu Yuegong, including the King of Wanjun, they don't want to break up too early, and if they really see that situation, I'm afraid they will be very angry. ”

The officer gradually lowered the sword raised in his hand.

Zheng Shiyan happily threw his sword on the ground. "If you want to save your head, just like me, put down your weapon."

The officer hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and threw down his sword with a 'clatter'.

"Merchant Fang, you can come out!"

Fang Jiancai was overjoyed, and immediately got down the ladder and said to the dyers: "Lord Lu really expected this...... Wan Heshun's comfortable days are over! ”

He laughed a lot, then turned his head and shouted:

"Open the door!"