The night was far-reaching, and Chen Ping returned to the house.

Fleeing was a plan that had been made a long time ago, and fleeing today was a temporary decision.

Even he himself didn't know the time to escape, and this was the safest time.

Push open the door to the room and open the box under the bed.

The gold is shining, the jewelry is brilliant, the glass, agate, pearls, and jade are simply blinding.

These are all treasures rewarded by Wei Wangbao, he spent a lot, and there are so many left.

Chen Ping was expressionless, moved quickly, took the most and most inconspicuous ten gold into his arms, turned around and left, let the treasure chest open wide, and abandon these treasures and delicacies as if they were shoes, without a trace of nostalgia.

As long as he Chen Ping is here, the foreign things discarded today will be returned ten times and a hundred times in the next day.

Walked over to the bed and pulled out a sheathed dagger from under the pillow.

Pull out the sheath, cold and uncertain.

Pluck a strand of hair and blow it gently, and stand in two sections.

Chen Ping nodded, this is his dagger, and it has not been dropped.

Gripping his dagger tightly, he walked briskly towards the door, and closed the door with great lightness.

turned a corner, walked to the east wing where the maid slept, knocked on the door, and no one answered.

Chen Ping's dagger was inserted into the crack of the door, and after sensing the resistance, he raised it slightly upward.

Boom~

There was a muffled sound, especially loud in this quiet night.

Squeak~

Chen Ping pushed the door and entered, and there were six symmetrical breathing sounds in the room.

With the help of the moonlight, you can see six good-looking girls and in the room lying on the bed, smiling at the corners of their mouths, sleeping soundly.

A girl with a tear mole in the corner of her eye smashed her mouth, I don't know if she dreamed of eating delicious food, or dreamed of a tryst with her lover and closed her lips.

A foot-long log lay across the door, and the muffled sound was the sound of the latch on the ground.

With such a voice, such a quiet night, none of the six maids woke up.

Chen Ping was not surprised that this was what he did.

As early as eight days ago, he was ready to flee at any time, and every night he would add sweet dreams to the meals he gave to his subordinates.

Eat the sweet dream and sleep until dawn.

Looking at the six maids who were unconscious, the corners of Chen Ping's mouth showed a hint of mockery, what kind of sweet dream leads, isn't it sweat medicine?

With an elegant name, can you cover up the dirty things you have done? These aristocrats are really funny.

Unlike him, Chen Ping, he really does good deeds and makes these subordinates have a sweet dream at the last moment of their lives.

After thinking of some miscellaneous things to relieve his tension, Chen Ping carried a dagger and walked to a maid who kicked off the quilt to reveal her plump body.

Covering the maid's mouth with her left hand, she held a dagger in her right hand and slashed hard and quickly on the maid's snow-white slender neck.

Blood flew out, the plump maid twitched violently, and her dream of dying was shattered!

Chen Ping's left hand was forceful, his face was expressionless, and his heart was as calm as his face.

He knew that this maid was not conscious, it was just an instinctive struggle at the end of life.

When he kills a pig, no matter how much sweat medicine is given to the pig, the pig-killing knife is inserted into the pig's heart, and the pig's front and back legs will inevitably kick.

Sure enough, the blood was still spurting out, and the plump maid did not move.

Chen Ping took the knife and looked at it, the blade was still shiny, and there was no trace of blood on it, so he chuckled.

"There is no blood in killing, and it is really a good knife."

After killing six people in a row, he went to the servants' room opposite and killed eight more servants.

Then there is the concierge, the housekeeper......

Coming out of the house where the cook slept, Chen Ping was calm, this was the last person he killed.

has no wisdom, no matter how high the martial arts practice, it is just a horseman.

The power can destroy the mountains and shake the mountains, and it is invincible to a pack of sweat medicine.

He dusted off the non-existent dust from his clothes and checked for blood.

Although with his years of experience in killing pigs, he can be sure that all blood has been completely avoided, but what if?

The more critical the moment, the more careful you must be, and the less you can panic.

He was dressed in white, and in the cold light, it was like wearing a layer of snow.

When he walked into the stable, he led a gray horse that was neither tall nor short, and looked very ordinary.

This gray horse was not the most miraculous horse in the stable, not the fastest runner, not the longest in endurance, or an ordinary horse, ranking seven or eight out of the nine horses in the stable.

Chen Ping led the horse out and piled the good horse grass in front of the gray horse, and the gray horse was happy.

Chen Ping waited patiently.

If you want the horse to run, you have to give the horse grazing, this is the simplest truth, people understand.

Touching the horse's hair, in the courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion where there were unjust souls in almost every room, Chen Ping was not afraid.

He didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and he didn't believe in them since he was a child.

He was not born to be fourteen or fifteen years old, and he distributed meat to the villagers, he had a young age, a father and a mother, and a good land at home.

It's just that when he was nine years old, Liangtian was forcibly occupied by the nephew of the village chief, and his father was beaten to death for his begging for land.

If there is a ghost, his father should turn into a ghost and ask for revenge.

If there is a god, there should be a thunderbolt on the head of the village chief's nephew.

He waited twelve years and waited for nothing.

Some time ago, he returned with Qi Dagong, and took the three hundred warriors given by Wei Bao to personally send the village chief's nephew on the road, and by the way, he razed the three clans and slaughtered the hometown of the eyeless beads.

The gray horse was full, drank water again, and the horse's head rubbed against Chen Ping.

Chen Ping turned over and walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion with a swagger, his demeanor was natural, he was like this when he went to Qi some time ago.

At that time, he was not valued by Wei Bao, and there was only one horse in the family, which was the gray horse under his crotch.

Unhurried, he staggered to the city gate.

He was so bold that he ordered the guards of the city gate to open it.

The gate guards did not ask why, but opened the gate a crack and waited earnestly and respectfully.

When Chen Ping rode by, he threw it casually, and the guard took it.

I didn't have time to see what the bottom was, so I bowed down slightly.

"Prime Minister Xie Cheng's reward."

This was very common for soldiers, and the prime minister would go out on a safari every two or three days, and every time he went back and forth to the city gates, he would be rewarded.

From the beam to the top and down to the end, everyone knows that Chen Ping has a generous hand. This matter is like the king's trust in the prime minister, everyone knows it.

When the sound of the horse's hooves subsided, the guard carefully looked at the things in his hand by the faint moonlight, and immediately rejoiced, this was actually a gold!

While rejoicing, he couldn't help but sigh.

How good it would be if he could go to the Prime Minister's Mansion, even if he was a servant, the Prime Minister's reward would be many times higher than that of Yulu.

The guard's mind was full of envy for the people under the Prime Minister's Mansion, and there was no question at all about what the Prime Minister was doing when he went out so late.

What is the Prime Minister going to do, where can he, a little guard, know?

Although the city gates are not allowed to be opened at night, this is the most trusted prime minister of the king.

Go out of the city gate and slowly drive more than three miles.

Chen Ping secretly thought that after walking another seventy steps, he rode his horse and galloped wildly, all the way east to the Qi country.

Among the dry branches in the forest, a figure suddenly flashed, and its sound was faint.

"The beam is heavily guarded, I am worried about how to complete His Majesty's order and bring you back to Xianyang alive, I didn't expect you to come out by yourself."