As night fell, Chen Chao paced back and forth in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, slowly frowning.

He's thinking, where the hell is going to sleep tonight?

Where is Song Qingwan?

Or Ning Baizhi?

At present, there are only two women in the mansion, which is enough to make the Chen Dynasty entangled.

I really don't know, if there are ten or eight more women in the house in the future, will they lose their hair tangled and become bald?!

After thinking about it again, Chen Chao decided to go to Song Qingwan.

This morning's incident left a psychological shadow on this very traditional lady, and Chen Chao deceived others again, and he was really uneasy......

Go and comfort yourself!

made up his mind and was about to raise his feet, when Hou Ji walked in in a hurry.

"Xiangye, there is a situation!"

Chen Chao raised his eyes and looked at him, "What happened to the perfume workshop?" ”

Hou Ji's eyes lit up, and his admiration for Chen Chao went to the next level, "Hey, Xiang Ye is really a god, it is the matter of the perfume workshop, according to Xiang Ye's instructions, we will send someone to Yang's house to dig up the master who will make incense, and there are currently a total of eight masters who agree to come to our perfume workshop." ”

"Then let's do it according to the original plan, it's better not to show it."

"Yes!"

.....

A few days later.

Early in the morning, all eight incense masters dug from Yang's house were secretly transferred out of the perfume workshop and into a dilapidated courtyard.

It had been two hours since the eight incense makers were of different ages, tall and short, fat and thin, and had been brought into the empty courtyard, during which no one had come to speak to them, nor had they been told to do anything.

The man who brought them over just told the eight of them to wait in the courtyard.

As for who to wait?

They didn't know, and the person who brought them didn't say anything.

After a long time, some people couldn't wait, and the sun above their heads made them sweat, and beads of sweat the size of beans flowed down their cheeks.

"How long will we have to wait?"

"Who knows? Tell us to wait and wait, and pay attention when we talk for a while, so as not to make a mistake and be disliked by the master's family. ”

The eight of them whispered, exchanged glances with each other, raised their sleeves to wipe the sweat from their faces, and continued to endure .....

Separated by a wall, Chen Chao closed his eyes and lay on an old rattan chair under the eaves, holding a folding fan in his hand and shaking it, leisurely, with tea when he was thirsty and melons and fruits when he was hungry.

Hou Ji stood beside Chen Chao with a big knife, raised his eyes to look at the sky, and said: "Xiangye, I see that it's almost over, it's been two hours, and there are many old men among those eight people, don't faint in the sun for a while." ”

Chen Chao opened his eyes, glanced at the scorching sun hanging high in the sky, and smiled, "Wait a little longer....."

It was naturally Chen Chao's idea to ask the eight incense masters who had been dug from the Yang family to stand under the big sun and stand for two hours at a time.

Chen Chao is wearing down their patience!

Another hour.

The scorching sun is about to pass.

Chen Chao waved his hand, and the plan began!

Hou Ji couldn't wait for a long time, kicked open the door of the courtyard with a dozen guards on the back of a dozen tigers, and rushed in violently, the eight incense masters who were thirsty and tired didn't know what was about to happen, but it would not be a good thing to see a dozen men who were fierce and vicious.

Their faces tightened, and their hearts suddenly hung in their throats, and they squeezed each other together to strengthen their courage.

"You, stay! A few of them took it all! Hou Ji ordered the guards to separate the eight people, leaving only one person in the courtyard.

The incense master who was left behind was a fat man with a round body.

Seeing his companion being dragged away, the fat man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then saw Hou Ji holding a gold-ringed broadsword in his hand, walking towards him with a gloomy face.

The fat man was startled and couldn't stop retreating.

I couldn't say anything clearly, and stammered:

"Okay, good man, I have something to say, I'm ....."

"What is it? Don't say it, I don't want to hear it now! Lao Tzu has found out your true identity, you are a traitor sent by the Yang family, and you want to steal the secret recipe of perfume! ”

"Your Yang family is so daring, you actually play this game with Lao Tzu! Rest assured, Lao Tzu will start quickly and accurately, and it will not hurt at all! ”

Hou Ji pretended to round his arms, brandished a big knife, and made a loud hula sound.

The sweat beads on the fat man's face flowed more, and he sat down on the ground, his face turned pale instantly, and he hurriedly explained:

"I'm not, I'm not....."

"Hero, hero, listen to me, I'm not..."

"What mole? I don't know? I had absolutely no idea. ”

The smile on Hou Ji's face slowly retracted, and he raised the knife to the fat man's neck.

The fat man instantly felt a chill coming from his neck, or the next moment his head was about to move,

"You say you're not? What evidence do you have? You have been in the Yang family well, to say the least, for more than 20 years, who believes you when you say that you are not a traitor? Hou Ji's arm was slightly forced, and his tone was fierce.

The fat man was almost frightened, and he knelt on the ground busily, kowtowed a few times to Hou Ji, bang, bang, his head was bleeding, and his crying father shouted to his mother:

"I'm really not, I'm really not a mole....."

"I am old and young, although I have been in the Yang family for more than 20 years, I have not been reused, I, I have taken refuge..... I just want to change my life! ”

"I'm really not a traitor, I know it...."

Hou Ji squinted at the fat man who kept kowtowing in front of him, then reached out and grabbed his head and took back his knife, waving his hand, "Take it away, take it away, next!" ”

The fat man was quickly taken away, and the next incense master was taken into the courtyard.

When the eight incense masters took turns to judge, the sun was about to set, and Hou Ji finally caught one of the several people who showed his horse's feet.

It was an old man, skinny, over sixty years old.

Other people left the Yang family for their own reasons, some disliked the Yang family's bad treatment, some offended people, and some were uncomfortable......

This old man, Hou Ji didn't believe that he would be a traitor when he was killed at the beginning, but after interrogation, he found that something was wrong, and the old man slowly showed his feet and was caught.

The old man was brought in by Hou Ji and met Chen Chao directly.

Chen Chao was still lying on the rattan chair, shaking the folding fan, and said lightly:

"The old man is half cut into the ground, and he comes out to be a traitor, admire and admire!"

"There are two paths for the old man to choose!" Chen Chao didn't talk nonsense, and said directly:

"One way, die directly, and then I will ask someone to throw your body at the gate of the Yang family, and ask them to come out and collect your body, as soon as you die, what is the situation of your family, I think you know better than me, old man; The other one, do as I say, continue to be the traitor of the Yang family, but I will ensure that you will be rich and prosperous for the rest of your life, and no one will dare to touch your family. ”

"Choose."

The old man's heart was shocked, and he knelt on the ground with a pop, "The villain should be damned, please give the villain a way to live." ”

Chen Chao smiled and slowly stood up.

He glanced the old man up and down and sighed...... The Yang family's traitor is very well chosen, no one would have thought of letting this old man come over as a traitor?

But the old man was a master of incense making, and with his superb level of incense making, it was only a matter of time before he reached the top level in the perfume workshop.

As long as the old man touched the core of perfume making, the purpose of the Yang family sending him was achieved.

"Who sent you? Yang Changye? Chen Chao asked.

The old man knelt on the ground and shook his head, "No, it's the eldest young master Yang Zonghong." ”

Oh, it turned out that Yang Changye, who was Lao Tzu, didn't care about this matter and sent his son Yang Zonghong to do this...... Chen Chao thought in his heart.

"What do adults do if they want villains?" The old man tried to ask.

"Simple, someone will teach you how to do it."