Two Zhang's nurses entered the small courtyard, carrying lanterns, and just dangled to Mr. Zhang.

"What are you doing, put it down!"

Mr. Zhang shouted angrily, as if he was extremely angry, and there was a slight tremor in his voice.

"Mr. Zhang, what's wrong with you? You haven't slept so late? I heard your cry just now, are you okay?"

The nurse looked at Mr. Zhang suspiciously, and asked casually, but his eyes kept scanning the courtyard, and the other nurse simply did not speak, looking up and down Mr. Zhang's room.

"It's really bad luck today...... I was reprimanded by the eldest lord, I was bored, I wanted to get rid of it in the yard, and I tripped and fell, it's really ...... What a ......."

"Are you alright?"

"What else can I do? What else do you think I'm going to do? I'm not unlucky enough today!?"

Mr. Zhang was angry, and every word was loud and roaring, as if not doing so was not enough to express his depression.

"Mr. Zhang, be quiet, the eldest lord is worshipping the ancestors in the mourning hall, the most taboo to disturb, we are all hurrying to rest, tomorrow will lead to the funeral, I don't know what it will be like to be busy......"

A nurse said softly, and then glanced at the small courtyard again, and indeed found nothing abnormal, so he left with his companions, and muttered as he walked: "I was dizzy, and I took outsiders to the mourning hall...... You know that you lose your temper at us...... If I hadn't had to take the money from him, I would have cleaned him up...... If there's anything else, I don't care, I ...... him to death."

"Bang!"

The door was slammed shut, and Mr. Zhang seemed to be annoyed.

The voices faded away.

In the room, Mr. Zhang had been paralyzed on the ground for half a day.

Yang Fenglou let out a long breath, and couldn't help but stretch out his thumbs to him, just now Yang Fenglou told him that if he wanted to live, he would go to deal with the nursing home, Mr. Zhang said he was afraid, Yang Fenglou told him that if he was afraid, he would shout out, but he didn't expect that this Mr. Ledger's understanding was really good, and he had the demeanor of a roaring emperor in later generations.

Looking at Mr. Zhang who was paralyzed on the ground with interest, Yang Fenglou was also a little happy.

As early as when he recognized him, Yang Fenglou was a little inclined that he was not a group of Zhang Dashanren, otherwise, he would not have taken Yang Fenglou and the two of them to the mourning hall ignorantly when the thief placed gold and silver treasures in the coffin, and the subsequent performances could even prove that he didn't know the true face of Zhang Dashanren at all, especially when Yang Fenglou called Zhang Dashanren's identity, his performance showed this.

However, in the case of being surrounded by many enemies, pinning the secrecy of his whereabouts on the judgment of such a short period of time, Yang Fenglou was indeed taking a risk.

Fortunately, he succeeded.

"Mr. Zhang, how did you get involved with Zhang Dashan?"

In addition to relaxing, Yang Fenglou couldn't help but inquire about Mr. Zhang's origin again.

When Mr. Zhang heard this, he thought that Yang Fenglou was still suspicious of him, and he didn't know where the strength came from.

Mr. Zhang's name is Zhang Tong, the word Wenju, is a person from Zhaozhou, Hebei Province, since childhood, full of poetry and books, in Xiantong 14 years, was recommended by Zhaozhou Thorn History to Chang'an to take the exam, but did not expect to meet Yizong Daxing, canceled the examination of the year, plus Xizong ascended the throne after the special fun, the day of the resumption of the scientific examination, far away, Zhang Tong was unwilling, heard the reputation of Zhang Dashan in Chang'an City, plus they were all the same surname, so he came to the door to borrow in Zhangfu, usually as a Qingke to help manage the accounts of Zhangfu, carefully calculated, it was more than three years.

"But I really don't know what they do, the accounts I manage are mainly expenses, as long as the amount is clear, as for how they get their money, I really don't know...... Little brother, no, good man, no, adult...... You have to trust me......"

Yang Fenglou nodded, if it were him, he would not hand over the complete accounts to a scholar who lived at home.

"Okay, I believe you, I still have something to do, I'm leaving, remember, when nothing happens, go to sleep, do whatever you need to do tomorrow, and pretend to be sick when the funeral is over, as long as you don't leave this courtyard tomorrow night, I have my own way to keep you safe......"

"Your Excellency, didn't you say that today...... Oh, I see, I don't know anything, I'll go to sleep......" Mr. Zhang is still very smart, but he understands it with a shake of his head.

Yang Fenglou nodded and turned to leave.

This time, it went well.

Out of Zhang's house, over the wall of Changle Fang, avoiding Jin Wuwei, Yang Fenglou returned home.

Chai Fei and Song Yan were all there, waiting anxiously with He's family.

When He saw Yang Fenglou coming back, he let out a long sigh, looked at his outfit, knew that something was wrong, sighed lightly, told him to be careful, and left.

Chai Fei and Song Yan stepped forward, their heads almost lowered into their crotch.

"Monkey, we lost the ...... man"

"It's okay, I know where they ......"

"Huh?"

Yang Fenglou didn't hide it, and put together all the before and after of his trip, and Chai Fei and the others were dumbfounded when they heard it, especially when they heard that Yang Fenglou was blown away by Zhang Dashanren's punch, he pinched a cold sweat for him.

Song Yan was the most direct and got up angrily.

"Let's go, take revenge!"

Yang Fenglou grabbed him.

"Revenge, you have to get revenge, but it's not such a retribution......"

"I'm coming back this time to let you inform the old man, people, we've found it!"

"Let the people of the Right Dragon Martial Army, Dali Temple, and Jingzhao Mansion all move!"

"Check! Check Li Xiongfei and Wang Kuo, check the background of Zhang Dashan, and most importantly, check where is the cemetery of the Zhang family?"

"I suspect that the thieves have already gathered, and tomorrow, they will borrow the way of funeral and use the coffin to transport the gold, silver and jewelry out of Chang'an City, and when they arrive at the cemetery, it will be the time for them to divide the spoils!

Yang Fenglou's words were so eloquent that they made Chai Fei and Song Yan enthusiastic.

"Okay, just listen to you, let these thieves live one more day!"

"Let's catch them all, and when the time comes, you can do whatever you want to regulate them!"

"Let's go find the old man!"

Who knows, Yang Fenglou shook his head.

"No, you go, I'm going back......"

"What!?"

The two were shocked.

Only to get out of Longtan and enter the tiger's den?

Now that the identity of this group of thieves has been determined, why risk going back?

Yang Fenglou saw the appearance of the two and knew that they cared about him, and he couldn't help but be moved in his heart, but he still insisted on going back.

"I'm going to follow them out of the funeral tomorrow, and put this gang of thieves under my nose, and I can't let them run away!"

"Besides, I am now Liu Gui of the Liu family, if Zhang Dashan finds out that I am missing tomorrow, he will definitely startle the snake, and maybe he will be angry with the Liu family, I can't ignore their lives!"