The capital of the Sheng Kingdom always had a fire watch tower. Once a fire was discovered, soldiers would immediately rush to the flooded place to put out the fire.
This year's Lantern Festival has passed, and the soldiers at Wanghuo Tower can finally relax a little.
In the fire watch tower near Wenchanghou Mansion, the soldier on duty was thinking about going to the wine shop to buy a dime of wine, buy a few bunches of sheep's head picks, and have a good meal to drive away the cold after he got off duty. It was a chilly spring night, and it was extremely cold at the top of the Wanghuo Tower. The winter clothes I wore were not warm enough, so I felt very cold after standing there for half a night.
Sheep head pickles are made cheapest and delicious at Zhaijiajiu shop. If...
The soldier's eyes suddenly widened.
Not far away, the Wenchang Hou Mansion suddenly sounded the sound of fireworks, and the fireworks soared into the sky!
What is the Wenchang Hou Mansion doing? I didn’t even hear that his family reported that they were going to set off fireworks! No, we have to notify the military commander immediately and ask the patrol soldiers to go to the Wenchang Marquis Mansion to ask what the situation is.
"Incompetent person!" As the fireworks soared into the sky, Marquis Wenchang walked out of the sedan chair and stamped his feet in anger as he watched the fireworks.
Butler Kang also rolled out of the sedan and saw General Jiang looking at the fireworks with a confused expression: "It's the New Year again? Huh, no, was there a little lady following us just now? Where did she go? No, She was brought in by me, so I have to find her."
General Jiang was confused, but his temper was still the same stubborn.
Just as Steward Kang was about to stop him, General Jiang got into the sedan again and said, "Quick, take me to find that young lady just now."
Steward Kang remained calm and winked at the bearers. The bearers understood, lifted up the sedan and walked towards the back door.
After finally dealing with General Jiang, Steward Kang quickly reassured Marquis Wenchang: "Master Marquis, I will deal with it right away. It will be kept and handled cleanly. Don't get angry because of that little bitch."
"Huh." Marquis Wenchang flicked his sleeves, stopped sitting in the sedan chair, and strode back to the backyard.
The backyard is also brightly lit. Compared to the bustle in the front, the backyard is so quiet that you can't even breathe.
Faintly, there was a very low voice of chanting sutras.
Suddenly, a hoarse woman's voice came: "Read it louder! Jie'er can't hear it!"
Marquis Wenchang's feet did not dare to step in.
Their only son has been dead for several days, but his wife, Lord Kangde, still cannot accept it. She put her son in an ice coffin and ordered the maids in the palace to recite the Soul-Calling Sutra day and night. She believes that as long as her heart is sincere enough, her son will wake up one day.
Although Marquis Wenchang didn't want to accept it, several medical officers had already confirmed that their only son had been fatally stabbed. He was too dead to recover.
He was more sober than his wife, accepted the reality, and was determined to capture the murderer and then chop him into pieces and cut his body into thousands of pieces in order to relieve his hatred. It was only when he was nearly forty that he got such a son, but now that the white-haired man is giving away the black-haired man, all hope is lost.
It's a pity that because my sister is the Queen Mother, she is already old, and she loves her son very much. For fear that the Queen Mother would not be able to bear the bad news, the Holy Father did not ask Dali Temple to investigate the case in a big way, but ordered people to investigate quietly. .
In the latest development of the case, he learned that before his death, his son had a private meeting with Qin Guanlan's daughter Qin Wanwan in Baoxiang Temple. Qin Wanwan has serious suspicions.
Qin Wanwan has been secretly escorted back to Dali Temple. He can't wait to rush to Dali Temple and cut Qin Wanwan into pieces with a thousand swords. But the young minister of Dali Temple stopped him from seeing him. The enemy who killed his son could not kill him with his own hands, and Marquis Wenchang was very angry. Just at this time, Qin Wanwan's maid came to his door and begged him to save Qin Wanwan.
Ah, the Qin family actually has the nerve to come!
Marquis Wenchang turned around and entered the cell where the maid was detained.
The cell was dark and exuded a strong smell of blood. The woman was covered in blood and lying motionless on the ground. Bloodthirsty flies were buzzing and flying. Marquis Wenchang let out a fierce sigh: "The Qin family should all die and be punished." My son will be buried with you!"
The woman outside actually had the nerve to ask for money from the Qin family. The Qin family's money was all given by Qin Wanwan's willing hands as she wanted to marry into the Wenchang Hou Mansion. It is the Qin family's honor that their Wenchang Marquis Mansion accepts the Qin family's money!
"Son, someone will come to accompany you soon. My son is lonely, and being buried with a few of you on the Huangquan Road can't alleviate my hatred!"
After Wenchang Hou scolded Si Ping, he didn't want to go to his wife, but turned around and walked to his study.
The lights in the study were bright, and the handsome-looking attendant came up to greet him: "Master Marquis."
Marquis Wenchang sat down tiredly on the rose chair. The attendant quickly came up behind him and stretched out his hand to gently squeeze his shoulders: "Master Marquis, I have made some Qingxin tea, do you want to eat it?"
The attendant has been with him for ten years. He has grown from an eight or nine-year-old child to a handsome man now, and he knows best how to guess his thoughts.
On the contrary, his son disobeyed him in every way. He clearly warned his son not to associate with the daughter of the Qin family. Not only did his son not listen, he also said that he wanted to marry Qin Wanwan.
Huh, Qin Guanlan is an old man who bites people everywhere. Does he deserve to be his in-laws?
Recalling that ten years ago, Qin Guanlan was not very famous at that time, but his tone was not small, and he even wanted to grab his pigtails when he spoke out. Marquis Wenchang felt that his breath was stuck in his throat, and he wanted to eat Qin Guanlan alive.
Hey, luckily the sky has eyes and the saints are wise and drove him out of the capital.
That day, he was so excited that he drank a few more glasses of wine to celebrate that Qin Guanlan finally got his comeuppance. When he was drunk, he was shocked to hear that his son was dead!
Qin Guanlan must have instigated his daughter to kill his son!
Marquis Wenchang gritted his teeth and his shoulders tensed up involuntarily.
"Master Hou, relax." Shidu whispered.
His fingers were strong and soothing, and Marquis Wenchang finally relaxed.
"Wanzhou, tell the kitchen later to make some light porridge and send it to the prince."
"Yes, Lord Marquis." Li Wanzhou responded softly, watching Wenchang Hou slowly close his eyes. Under the light, Wenchang Hou, who was nearly sixty years old, showed his old age, wrinkles everywhere, and he was no longer young.
The corners of Li Wanzhou's lips raised slightly.
In the night wind, a pair of bright eyes stared at Qin Xiangxiang, and it was unclear what she wanted to do.
Two women with no strength at all were unprepared... Well, they were somewhat prepared. If they broke into the Marquis's mansion, wouldn't they be waiting to die?
Fortunately, he used to think Qin Xiangxiang was quite smart, but it turned out to be just superficial.
Qin Xiangxiang didn't bring many fireworks, so he lit them all quickly. The bustling night sky returned to calm, and Qin Xiangxiang also led Hong Xiu into hiding in a seemingly hidden place.
Butler Kang came speeding over in a small sedan, with more than twenty servants running in front of him.
"Search for me!" Butler Kang was furious. It turned out that they were two weak women and they were solved easily. Who would have thought that they would miss it?
A large number of torches were lit, forcing the darkness of the night to leave no place to hide.
Qin Xiangxiang's palms were almost sweating.
Outside the gate of the Marquis of Wenchang's Mansion, the guard was saying, "Our Lord likes fireworks, so the Marquis bought some and showed them to the Lord to enjoy. Why not?"
The leading sergeant frowned: "The imperial law stipulates that if fireworks are set off during non-holidays, a report must be made."
The guard was very impatient: "We have countless servants in the Marquis Mansion, and there are countless reservoirs. If there is a fire, there is no need for you to come."
The sergeant frowned. These powerful men were sometimes so unreasonable that it really gave them a headache. He was just thinking about how to respond when someone suddenly screamed: "The fire is bright in the Marquis' Mansion, but there is a leak?!"
The guard was shocked, and the sergeant in front of him had already shouted: "If you don't open the door quickly, who will be responsible if the fire fighting is delayed?!"
