The carriage outside Zhang's Mansion changed its position and parked next to the noodle stall on the other side. The owner of the noodle stall was very surprised. The official parked the carriage here and would not leave or sit down. Although it would delay his business, But Shang didn't fight with the officials, so he didn't dare to disturb him. Ren Pingsheng, who was wearing a dark purple official robe, sat alone in the carriage. He closed his eyes and rested while calculating the time for Zhang Hongshan and Zhang Qizhou to leave the palace and return. The streets were crowded with people. Ren Pingsheng opened his eyes and stretched in the carriage. He raised the curtain and watched a horseman driving a carriage to stop in front of the gate of Zhang Mansion. Zhang Qizhou wiped away his tears in the car, but his eyes were red after crying for a long time. The carriage stopped for a while, and Zhang Qizhou got out first. , personally helped Zhang Hongshan down. The father and son were very close to each other, shoulder-to-shoulder into the house, and then the groom took the horse away.
In the carriage across the street, Ren Pingsheng saw the two entering the house and sympathized: "It's over!"
Then Ren Pingsheng also got off the carriage and sat on the stall set up by the tent. When the guests next to him saw that the official was coming, they quickly moved their places. Ren Pingsheng was not surprised and called the noodle stall owner: "Boss, here is a bowl of sauce." Meat noodles.”
The noodle stall owner smiled humbly and said: "Okay, sir, please wait a moment, the noodles will be here soon."
However, when the noodle stall owner turned around, his expression immediately dropped, and when he presented it to him again, he showed a lowly and flattering attitude: "Master, please use it slowly."
Ren Pingsheng shouted: "Wait a minute."
Just as the noodle stall owner was about to turn around, his heart skipped a beat and he asked cautiously: "Master, is there anything else you can do?"
Ren Pingsheng took out a handful of copper coins from his sleeve and gave them to him. The noodle stall owner was surprised. After counting them carefully, he replied: "Master, you gave him twelve more coins."
The noodle stall owner was about to return it, but Ren Pingsheng stopped and pushed it back. He smiled and said, "The carriage was parked here for a long time just now. It delayed your business, so I'll compensate you."
When the noodle stall owner heard this, he held his hands and accepted it, but he didn't dare to blame him and said with a smile, "Thank you, sir, for the reward."
Ren Pingsheng stirred the sauced pork noodles and said, "Let me ask you something, how many officials come to your place to eat noodles on weekdays, or how many officials' children come?"
The noodle stall owner thought carefully and replied: "This small place is simple and shabby. Officials like this place. Usually it is the officials' children who come to have a meal, but there are not too many people here."
Ren Pingsheng took a few bites while he was talking and said: "I think they are all ordinary officials' children. Their monthly salary at home is not much, so they can only come here. Let me ask you again, how much money do these people usually get? ?”
The noodle stall owner was panicked and didn't dare to speak for a while.
Ren Pingsheng looked at him, swallowed the noodles in his mouth, and said with a smile: "It's okay, just tell me."
The noodle stall owner was dubious. Although he didn't quite believe what he said, the official didn't dare not answer the question. After thinking about it, he replied: "Half for each."
Ren Pingsheng ate the noodles, smiled coldly, raised his head and said, "Go and do your work."
The noodle stall owner was relieved and agreed to walk away.
After Ren Pingsheng finished eating the noodles, he ordered a bowl of noodle soup to go down his throat, and sat there, watching the movement of Zhang's house.
In Zhang's Mansion,
The father and son of the Zhang family were talking and laughing, and the servants in the house were also very bright. It was the first time that they had such a harmonious relationship with the two masters. They had always acted according to their duties, and never said anything for fear of offending them. The master smiled half-heartedly. Seeing that they were in a good mood now, he thought that he would no longer have to be so worried in the future.
Zhang Hongshan smiled and said: "Qizhou, you and I are going to have a good drink today! We won't come back until we're drunk."
Zhang Qizhou also smiled calmly and said with concern: "Dad, you are so old, you'd better drink less."
Zhang Hongshan smiled a bit from ear to ear: "It's rare to be so happy. Not only have you and my son settled their knot, but I have also gotten my grandson back. Even if I drink myself to death, I won't have any regrets."
Zhang Qizhou didn't talk to anyone for a long time. He didn't know how to persuade him, so he could only wait until the table was served before stopping him.
The two of them had just crossed the threshold and entered the house. Zhang Qizhou instantly noticed that the door had been moved. The gentle smile on his face disappeared and he shouted towards the house: "Who is in there? Get out!"
After a while, there was still no movement in the room. Zhang Hongshan said: "Don't make a fuss all the time. I think it was just the servant who was cleaning the house who touched the door."
Zhang Qizhou still said firmly: "Impossible. I have warned my servants long ago that they must not enter this room. There has been no mistake for more than ten years, so there must be someone else."
Zhang Ling, who was hiding in the house, was complaining in his heart. No matter what his mental qualities, this man had already retired from the army and became an official in the capital, yet he was still so cautious. If he didn't have magic skills like Fu Yao Wu Trace, it would be the same as standing in front of him.
Seeing that the people inside still refused to come out, Zhang Qizhou kicked open the door and saw at a glance that the knife on the counter bracket was missing. He looked up and saw a man, and this man who was sneaking around was naturally Zhang Ling. However, it had already changed its appearance so that Zhang Qizhou did not recognize it.
Before Zhang Qizhou could say anything, Zhang Ling jumped down.
He punched in the air and hit hard without sparing any force.
Zhang Qizhou wanted to reach out and support him before pulling him over. Unexpectedly, the punch contained a hidden force and knocked him back five steps.
Zhang Ling took the opportunity to sneak out, but Zhang Qizhou, who was severely injured, did not hesitate and used the threshold to chase him out. Seeing that he was about to be caught, Zhang Ling turned around and raised his legs to kick out. Zhang Qizhou blocked it with his arms, and Zhang Ling took advantage of the situation and did a somersault. Create distance.
Zhang Qizhou saw that he was holding a knife in his hand and scolded: "Put the knife down!"
Zhang Ling sneered: "Is this knife yours? Why should you tell me to put it down?"
Zhang Qizhou said righteously: "The sword is in Zhang's house, and it belongs to me!"
Zhang Ling said disdainfully: "Have you ever pulled it off? If Guoshang recognized you as his master, how could he not wear it on his side?"
Zhang Qizhou suddenly realized that this person not only knew Guo Shang, but also knew the secrets of Guo Shang, and asked loudly: "Who are you?"
Zhang Ling glanced at the old man beside him, laughed, turned around and ran away. Zhang Ling, who had almost mastered the two qinggong skills, not only moved very light and fast, but also had a weird figure, which amazed Zhang Qizhou who was chasing after him. The house robber has such skill.
Halfway through the run, the gate was close at hand, and he could run away before he saw it, but Zhang Ling stopped in the courtyard, not running but still separated from Zhang Qizhou by some distance.
Zhang Qizhou stopped when he saw this, wondering why this person could escape but stay?
Zhang Ling raised the National Sword and looked at the scabbard and hilt. They all showed a simple color, which was no different from the craftsman's iron sword, and even looked a little old.
Zhang Ling holds the sheath in his left hand and the handle in his right hand, as if he wants to draw the sword.
Seeing this, Zhang Qizhou said disdainfully: "A little thief even wants to pull out the national mourning."
Zhang Ling looked at him and smiled slightly. Guoshang was like Hong Siyan's furnace sword, without any resistance, Zhang Ling pulled it out easily.
