『Volume 2: The Scroll of Gold』 『Volume 2: The Volume of Gold』 "The Journey of Xiake"

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On summer nights, the breeze gusts and the shadows of the trees sway, and the pavilion sleeps quietly under the moon.

A light breeze blows, the curtains are lightly buttoned, and a little coolness penetrates into the house, which makes people forget the heat of the day. While it's cool, it's best to lie on the bed and sleep comfortably, but there are those who don't know how to let people rest.

Outside the Junan Villa, after a "flutter" sound of the birds flapping their wings, a black figure rushed towards the dense forest outside the village. Behind him, Wen Haocai, the second son of Junan Villa, followed closely with several family members.

Outside the dense forest, Wen Haocai waved his hand to stop it, and said with a gloomy face: "Don't chase it, don't fall for his plan to divert the tiger from the mountain." ”

After a few steps, several family members stopped.

One of the burly generals came to Wen Haocai's side and asked solemnly: "Second Young Master, what do you think you should do next?"

Wen Haocai frowned and thought, "This thief should be Wayne, the number one thief in the world, 'Black Bat'. His light skills were so clever that he was able to escape unharmed by our heavy surrounding. However, looking at its intentions, it seems to be to explore the way. He didn't steal anything, I'm afraid there will be a next time. ”

After pondering for a while, he resolutely ordered: "Wen Yong, you go find the fourth brother and come back quickly! He is known as a prestige in the rivers and lakes, and with him at home, even if he doesn't make a move, it can play a deterrent role." ”

Wen Yong stood still and didn't move, and said with a look of embarrassment: "You also know the temper of the fourth young master, so the old master can command him, and he has to see if he is in a good mood, and it is impossible for his subordinates to invite him!"

"You said that the master's birthday is coming, and tell him to come back early. Wen Haocai's brows furrowed even tighter.

Wen Yong hesitated, but still didn't leave, "If the fourth young master asks, there is still more than a month before the master's birthday, why do you want him to come back so early?"

Wen Haocai sank his face, "You just say...... This time, in addition to congratulating the lord on his birthday, he also invited the ladies of all famous families, and the lord asked him to go back to his home for a blind date. ”

"If that's the case, then it's even more impossible for the Fourth Young Master to come back. Wen Yong's head shook like a wave drum, "Who doesn't know that the fourth young master hates women the most, and he has never had a good face for women." ”

A gust of wind blew, and there was silence on the field.

"Then you tell him the truth, and say that our family's secret treasure is about to be stolen!" Wen Haocai was cloudy and gritted his teeth.

"If you say that, the fourth young master will come back. Wen Yong finally nodded in relief, but muttered in a low voice, "However, the fourth young master will say that you are too incompetent, and you can't handle such a trivial matter......

"You go to me right away!" Wen Haocai roared, his face ugly as if he had fallen into a dye vat. He maintained the demeanor of a prince of the family, and suddenly turned around and walked towards the door of the mansion.

As he walked, he thought indignantly: There are clearly four sons in the house, why am I the only one who works so hard, but in the end I can't get half a good word?

The bright moon is like a wash, and in a cold glow, the lonely and desolate back of the second son of Wen is reflected.

Soon, the night returned to tranquility.

On the roof of the tallest mansion in Junan Villa, a person sat up lazily from the beam. The hazy moonlight shone behind him, hiding the upper half of his face in the shadow of the eaves.

"It seems that the Wen family's secret treasure is about to be lost!" Beyond the shadows, the corners of his mouth hooked an evil arc, quite a bit of schadenfreude.

Covering his mouth and snorting, he suddenly got up, flipped back in the air, and fell straight down from the roof. When he approached the ground, he twisted his waist and fell like a leaf, without making a sound. Then, on his tiptoes, his figure like smoke chased in the direction of the dense forest where the man in black had disappeared.