The hot wind outside the carriage is like waves, and there are bronze beast horns in the carriage, and the cold wind hits.

The cold sweat on the forehead of the little waiter couldn't stop seeping, and the car was silent, so frightened that he couldn't even breathe very low.

I don't know how long it took for Shao Angel to remove his palm, lean on the brocade cushion, stretch his waist, and said lightly, "Sun Ming, when did you become so stupid!"

"It's the grandson who is stupid, and I ask the ancestor to make it clear."

Sun Ming, the little chamberlain, pressed his forehead even lower and stuck it on the carpet.

Shao Angel is an extremely old man in Shenjing, an old man without roots, but there are ten "sons" and "fifteen grandsons" under him.

The little chamberlain who went south with him this time was the latest one, and it was his fifteenth grandson.

If you don't see that this fifteenth grandson is filial, you can be considered respectful to him, unlike those ten "sons", after becoming the eunuchs of various places in the inner court, there is little respect, more infighting.

However, this is also what he is happy to see. Only if the people below are keen to fight for it, he can weigh it.

"He didn't say yes, but he didn't say no. A great monk who has just grown up, how can he compare to those old antiques in Shenjing?"

Shao Angel's white eyebrows raised slightly, looked at Jinling City outside the curtain, listened to the shouts of the guys in the streets and alleys not far away, and bowed his head slightly.

"Oh, grandson understood."

Sun Ming, the little waiter, raised his head slightly, showed a well-behaved smile, crawled forward, came to Shao Angel's feet, knelt on his knees, and gently kneaded Shao Angel's calves with both hands.

"The old ancestor wants to use that Xu family kid to stir up Shenjing and make those old guys have a good fight. If you hit the small ones, there will naturally be the old ones who will come out as the little ones."

"As long as that kid doesn't make enemies of us, let him be in the scenery of Shenjing, someone will clean him up for us."

Sun Ming, the little waiter, thought that he had guessed Shao Angel's thoughts, and with a smile on his face, the speed in his hand also increased a little, kneading Shao Angel very comfortably.

Shao Angel stretched out his arms, moved his neck, and whispered softly, "It's still Xiao Fifteen's most proficient technique, not bad, not bad."

"Thank you ancestor for the compliment, this is what a grandson should do."

Sun Ming, the little waiter, had a gentle smile on his face, and he didn't know how long he had been practicing, and even Shao Angel, who was "old and refined", didn't notice the strange look in the depths of Sun Ming's eyes.

On the way back to Jinling Post House for Shao Angel, Lu Mingyuan did not return to the official office like Qin Ruhai, but went home. Chinese Net

The Lu family is a poor family in the south of the Yangtze River, although it does not have the wealth and power of the family, but since Lu Mingyuan has been in charge of Jinling Mansion for so many years, the Lu family has also accumulated a lot of connections between the family and the powerful.

Lu Wenwei became the most eye-catching son of the Lu family.

The moment Lu Mingyuan walked into the mansion gate, he subconsciously looked to his side.

is a little trance-like, on weekdays, Lu Wenwei will always stand in front of the house and wait when he is in the office, and on the way to the study, he will tell him everything important about the day and pick out the key points.

At this time, Lu Mingyuan looked at the stone steps, which were empty.

"Oh, Wenwei is gone."

Lu Mingyuan sighed lightly, his figure staggered a little, but fortunately, the old housekeeper on the side hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Master, are you alright? Do you want to call a doctor?"

The old housekeeper's name is Lu Haiping, who has followed Lu Mingyuan for decades, and is the old man of Lu Mansion and the most trusted person by Lu Mingyuan.

Looking at Lu Haiping, who was supporting him, the corners of Lu Mingyuan's mouth twitched slightly, tried his best to suppress the grief in his heart, and shook his head slightly, "No, the old man is fine."

This scene was seen by a young man standing under the verandah not far away, who was dressed in plain clothes and tied a plain white linen belt around his waist.

Lu Wenwei had just passed away, and everyone in the house was dressed in plain linen.

A fierce flash flashed in the young man's eyes, and he turned around and was about to leave.

The moment he turned around, he just bumped into a slightly younger son, and the two looked similar.

The young boy has clear eyebrows, even if it is

Wearing plain white linen clothes, he also has the demeanor of a noble son.

"Second brother, what are you doing here?" The young man said dumbly, and was bumped into the arms of the second brother, and his voice was raised a little.

"Shut up!" The young man glared coldly at the young man, and warned with his eyes, "Get out of the way!"

The young man's voice "stopped abruptly", he didn't dare to anger the second brother, shrunk his neck, and was pulled by the young man's robe, and the two of them were spared together under the shadow of the pillars behind the verandah.

As Lu Mingyuan's other two sons, the second son Lu Wenxin and the third son Lu Wenyuan.

One likes to read, and the other likes to listen to music.

When the news of Lu Wenwei's sudden death first came, Lu Wenxin, the second son of the Lu family, was still lying in the pile of fat powder, and the third son, Lu Wenyuan, was chanting poems with a group of scholars in Gaoyue Tower.

Both of them were carried back to the house by the servants of the house when they were drunk.

When Lu Mingyuan saw the appearance of the two, he was so angry that he almost used the family method to cripple the two rebels, but fortunately, the two ladies came out to persuade each other, and finally waited until the old lady came forward to stop this farce.

Nowadays, the Lu Mansion is full of gloomy courtyards, and the verandahs and pavilions everywhere are full of plain white lanterns, and a group of small maids are also dressed in plain clothes.

Even several ladies and ladies in the backyard were required to dress elegantly, which shows what status Lu Wenwei has in Lu Mingyuan's heart.

The old housekeeper Lu Haiping helped Lu Mingyuan to the study in the front yard, and the people and servants he met along the way hurriedly got out of the way and bowed.

Everyone had a sad look on their faces, although they didn't know if they were sincere, but everyone was fully prepared, for fear of being hit by the master, beaten with heavy sticks, thrown out of the Lu Mansion, and rushed to Zhuangzi outside the city.

Flat waves float, winding alleys jumping fish.

Lotus Zhai is a three-story wooden building study in the front yard of Lufu.

At the right time, the pond is full of lotus, and there is a unique bluestone slab bridge leading to the secluded path.

Faced with such a sparkling water scene, Lu Mingyuan was not in the mood to appreciate it at all.

Before, the old butler found out about the small actions of the two rebels, and just mentioned it softly in Lu Mingyuan's ear.

was still silent in the grief and indignation of losing his son, and when he met Shao Angel to reuse the Xu family boy, Lu Mingyuan was even more a nameless fire that came out of the soles of his feet.

After entering the study, the old housekeeper ordered someone to add large pieces of ice to several ice guards in the study, which lowered the temperature in the room, so that the old man's bored mood could be calmer.

"Duan Tian, that idiot! It's so careless."

Lu Mingyuan stood in front of the bookcase, waved his hand suddenly, lifted the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and some documents on the bookcase, and said angrily.

"Master, you can dissipate your anger. It's important to be healthy."

Lu Mingyuan, who was standing at the door of the study, glanced out of the house with his eyes, and made sure that there were no others around before he spoke, "The master of the door has not succeeded in the Xu Mansion, and this matter must be closed as soon as possible."

"Wrap it up? How do I wrap it up? The old man has a dead son! That's the old man's favorite son!"

Lu Mingyuan turned his head abruptly, with an angry face, his beard and hair were all open, waiting for Lu Haiping coldly.

"Master, this matter has to be considered in the long run. The Xu family's kid is very strong, and now he is taken care of by angels from Shenjing. I'm afraid that there will really be no way to take him for a while."

Lu Haiping suppressed the restlessness in his heart and tried his best to persuade him.

"Now, if you tear your face with the Xu family boy, it will be bad for the master, and it will also be troublesome for the Lu Mansion. After the incident of Guangling Mansion, the imperial court's vigilance against the Yin and Yang Gate was even more in the past. The master of the gate is seriously injured again, and it will be even more impossible for him to come to Jinling in person for a while..."

"These old men know it! Do you want my son to die in vain? The old man is very angry!"

Lu Mingyuan grabbed the bookcase tightly with both hands, leaving a few deep handprints on the table of pear blossom wood, and his eyes were even more faint and cold.

"The Lu family has cooperated with the Yin-Yang Sect for so many years, and Wen Wei has also broken through from a mundane body to a monk's body. Everything is going in a good direction, but what about now? The old man lost everything! All of this, all of them must be blamed on that Xu Fan boy!"

"Haiping, I don't care what you use

What a way, you must allow the head of that kid. I'm going to pay tribute to Wenwei with his head."

Lu Mingyuan's eyes were cracked, panting heavily, his forehead was bulging, he completely lost his mind, and he lost the demeanor of the prefect of Jinling in the past.

At this moment, he is like a beast that has lost its cubs, revealing his bloodthirsty and cruel side.

Lu Haiping, who was standing at the door of the study, looked at Lu Mingyuan's back, looked at the undulating figure, and guessed that the old man was already so angry that he could restrain himself in Qin Ruhai and Shao Angels, which could be regarded as extremely deep concentration.

"Master, we can borrow a knife to kill!"

A touch of cunning flashed in Lu Haiping's eyes, since the Xu Mansion moved into Jinling City, as the housekeeper of the Lu Mansion, Lu Haiping had privately investigated everything about Xu Fan clearly.

This is his business, and it can be regarded as a small piece of information for the Lu family to grasp the dynamics of various families in Jinling City.

But now, it has become an important bargaining chip.

"Murder with a knife?" Lu Mingyuan turned his head sideways and glanced back at Lu Haiping, his eagle-like cold eyes, staring directly at the other party.

"Exactly. The old slave had sent someone to investigate the Xu Mansion before. I learned that Xu Fan has a family affair that is a finger for marriage."

Catching up with Lu Mingyuan's cold eyes, looking at the red bloodshot in his pupils, Lu Haiping hurriedly replied.

"Jinling Thirteen Hairpins, Miss Zhen Family, Zhen Baochai."

"The Zhen family? The Xu family?" Lu Mingyuan patted his head lightly with his palm, trying to remember the connection between the two.

Seeing this, Lu Haiping felt that he continued, "The Lu family and the Zhen family are also very close. The contemporary head of the Zhen family and Xu Fan's father, Xu Jingping, are also close friends, and the two once had an agreement."

"Well, the old man remembered. The Zhen family is responsible for Jiangnan manufacturing. It can also be regarded as a family with connections in Shenjing. The Xu family can only be regarded as half an imperial businessman. It's normal that there is some involvement between the two of them."

Lu Mingyuan calmed down his restless mood, and after finishing the bookcase, he picked up the already cold tea on the side, and drank it in a big gulp.

"Go on, how can you borrow a knife to kill someone?"

"That Miss Zhen is Zhen Baochai. She doesn't like Xu Fan, the old slave heard that Miss Zhen has a close relationship with the prince of Nan'an Wangfu in private, and the two often go in and out in private."

Hearing this, Lu Mingyuan's hand holding the celadon tea cup stopped in mid-air, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.