It was late at night, and Wang Er was walking boredly on the quiet road with a lantern. Suddenly, he heard a sound that sounded like birdsong or a whistle, and then he immediately changed the route under his feet.
After bypassing several other servants on night watch, Wang Er came to a quiet bush. He held a lantern and bowed down: "I've met your lord, but I don't know what your orders are."
The man who walked out of the shadows was also a young man dressed as a servant. He was the secret agent who followed Gongsun Cheng, and he was also the leader of the secret agents in the Dongfang family.
"The mission is over, why don't you leave the Gongsun family?" He frowned, and there was a sense of accountability in his words.
Wang Er had a confident smile on his lips, lowered his head and replied: "Don't worry, sir. I'll do my job carefully in this humble position, and I won't ruin your arrangements. I only stay here because I discovered some interesting things..." ..."
Speaking of this matter, Wang Er said with pride: "Don't worry, sir, my humble position has diverted the young lady's attention to other places. She will only think that this is Xuantian Sect's secret mischief."
"...Wait a minute, you and that eldest lady actually met again after that?" The leader of the hidden pile frowned deeper and deeper.
Wang Er nodded, and then said: "My lord, I know my limits in this humble position."
"Ah."
The leader of the hidden pile sneered, took a deep look at Wang Er, and slowly retreated into the darkness, leaving only one meaningful piece of advice: "I only want to tell you one thing, if you work in our profession, The most taboo thing is not to distinguish between public and private affairs, so you can do it yourself."
"Thank you for your teaching, sir. Please walk slowly." Wang Er bowed down again and waited until there was no more sound behind the trees before he slowly stood up.
Wang Er continued to walk in the dark night holding a lantern, but when he passed by Lu Peng and Yan'er's new house, he stopped unconsciously. After checking that no one was around, he extinguished the lantern's light. Then he quietly climbed over the wall and entered it.
As usual, with his excellent Qinggong, Wang Er easily sneaked into the room without attracting anyone's attention.
He quietly came to the bed, stretched out his hand to lift up the bed curtain, and looked at the newlyweds on the bed. The old Lu Peng closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, and beside his pillow, Yan'er's pair of deep-set eyes But her eyes had already been fixed on him.
Facing that overly bright gaze, Wang Er was slightly startled, then he smiled and whispered: "It's late at night, and the eldest lady can't fall asleep yet. Could it be that she is missing you?"
Yan'er stared straight at him, and suddenly stood up slowly. Her pajamas slipped off, revealing her semi-naked shoulders. Her warm lips were slightly open and closed. The silent ambiguity immediately filled the air with a lustful flavor.
Wang Er's eyes were slightly bulging, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to brush the three thousand black hair. At this moment, Yan'er's hand hidden in the quilt exerted a slight force on the person next to the pillow, causing the person who was still sleeping to wake up. Lu Peng made a painful sound.
Lu Peng's sudden voice wiped away the obsession in Wang Er's eyes. He quickly turned over and escaped from the window. Soon, a maid came in with a lamp from outside the house.
Yan'er looked at them and said, "It's okay, it's just that my uncle has a nightmare, please step back."
"Yes." The maids responded and exited.
Lu Peng woke up during dinner time in the evening. Unfortunately, he probably couldn't accept what he was like. After crying for a while, he passed out and has never woken up.
Not only for the sake of courtesy, but also for the sake of face, the elders asked the two newcomers to pretend that nothing happened and just live together.
Looking at the white-haired old man beside the pillow, Yan'er put away her clothes expressionlessly, as if nothing had happened just now, and lay down with her eyes closed.
...
One night passed, and on the second day, all the elders of the Gongsun family came together to check Lu Peng's health, just in case.
Even if he didn't want to, after waking up, Lu Peng could only accept the fact that he had become an old man. He sat sluggishly, letting the elders apply acupuncture and pulse on him, and his lifeless eyes looked like a dead body. The body of the soul.
After taking turns to examine Lu Peng, all the elders breathed a sigh of relief. One of them said: "Fortunately, the toxins in this kid's body have indeed been removed. There should be no problem now."
These words made Lu Peng's lifeless eyes change slightly. He raised his head with difficulty and looked at the old man.
"No problem?" Lu Peng asked in a voice like a broken gong, his weak voice full of anger and sorrow.
However, his resentment is just four words in the eyes of the elders and is meaningless.
Several elders came to visit him just to give an explanation to the family leader Gongsun Huan in the future. As for the rest, they didn't care. Since this kid is still alive, that's enough.
After confirming that Lu Peng was fine, several old men immediately turned around and left, not wanting to stay for a moment longer. Lu Peng was feebly yelling and cursing behind him, which was sad and pitiful, but no one paid attention to him.
The evil people around Lu Peng had all been dealt with yesterday. Most of the servants in the courtyard were those who had nothing to do with themselves. Everyone even remembered his rage against the innocent steward yesterday. Now they saw He was in such a miserable condition, and it was too late to feel happy in his heart. How could he feel any compassion?
After howling twice on the spot, Lu Peng felt dizzy for a while. This body couldn't withstand his torment at all, and he started to gasp for breath within a few seconds.
Yan'er was watching this scene quietly from behind, feeling a little happy in her heart. The slightly raised corners of her mouth did not hide her mockery of Lu Peng.
"what are you laughing at......!"
Lu Peng turned around and saw the smile on Yan'er's face, and suddenly he felt angry. He wanted to get angry, but found that he was so weak that he needed help to even walk, and he couldn't even simply stand up.
Yan'er watched him struggle twice, and then slumped on the chair panting like an old dog. He laughed out loud and waved everyone around him to leave.
Lu Peng was angry and sad. He wanted to curse, but found that it was very difficult for him to even breathe. He raised his arm with difficulty and pointed at Yan'er, but he had no energy and could only cover his chest and kept saying: "Here comes someone." ...Someone...give her to me...!"
Looking at Lu Peng who couldn't speak a complete sentence, Yan'er came forward with satisfaction and said in a very respectful tone: "I am here, what are your orders, husband?"
"You...! You...!" Tears flowed out of Lu Peng's eyes unconsciously. The feeling of powerlessness was both humiliating and torture. He even wanted to die like this for a moment. However, the cowardice in his heart prevented him from being so cruel.
Yan'er was very satisfied with Lu Peng's current expression, so she leaned over and whispered in his ear: "Husband, don't you want to know who hurt you?"
The words fell, causing Lu Peng's body to tremble violently. After a while, he mechanically raised his head and stared at Yan'er with his eyes. Suddenly, the blood surged up to his forehead, and he couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood. Come on, he rolled his eyes and fainted.
At this time, the maid outside came back and reported: "Miss, the young master is here to visit."
Yan'er calmly ordered: "Tell me that I want to change my clothes, let my brother stay for a while, and...carry him inside."
After that, Yan'er gave the personal maid a hint in her eyes. The latter understood and sent Lu Peng into the inner room. At the same time, she lowered the bed curtain and stayed inside without coming out.
Yan'er sat in front of the dressing table, looking at the unfamiliar self in the mirror, using both hands to pull away the stiff corners of her mouth, and smiled.
