The saying that drunkenness makes people bold is indeed not a lie. After half a bottle of wine, the girl was drunk and bold. She neatly undressed and took off her belt. She only wore a brand-new middle coat and lay obediently on Han Changmu's bed. around.
She pulled the brocade quilt under her chin, revealing only a beautiful but not sharp face, with a handful of long black hair scattered around, making her face look harmless.
She was a little nervous. She stretched out her hands from the brocade quilt and grasped the head of the quilt tightly.
Wang Cong sighed lightly, took the incense burner over, and added another spoonful of incense powder to it. The sweet smell became stronger, so strong that it made people drunk and almost fell asleep.
After doing this, he looked around again and saw that everything was ready and nothing was missing. He patted the girl's head like a child and said softly: "Go to sleep. I will pick you up early tomorrow morning." ."
The girl was already a little confused and nodded vaguely.
Wang Cong patted Han Changmu's face again and shouted in a low voice: "Young Envoy Han, Young Envoy, Young Envoy Sir."
Han Changmu groaned twice, turned over without opening his eyes, and put a hand on the girl's waist.
The drowsy girl woke up suddenly, her whole body felt like being struck by lightning, her face changed, she closed her eyes tightly, she was extremely nervous, and her long eyelashes kept trembling.
Wang Cong's face became a little gloomy, and he reached out and patted the girl's head, then turned off a light, opened the door and went out.
I don't know when two people dressed as soldiers appeared outside the door. When they saw Wang Cong closing the door and coming out, they all saluted.
Wang Cong raised his head and looked at the sky, and said in a deep voice: "Young Ambassador Han is drunk and resting in the wing. You must watch the door carefully and don't let anyone come in and disturb you."
The two soldiers bowed and said yes.
The night was deep, and a few thin flakes of snow fell. A gust of wind passed by, and the snow flakes became more rapid and dense. Before long, the roof tiles, the treetops, and the ground were covered with white patches.
The banquet was over and the hall was empty. Xie Mengxia was supported by the beautiful maid and staggered to the other courtyard.
Wang Cong hurriedly walked into the hall and saw Yuan Zhengrong standing under the window with his hands behind his back. There was no one around except the two of them, so there was nothing to worry about. He took a deep breath and said, "Brother."
Yuan Zhengrong did not look back. The long window was half open, and the night breeze blew in. His sleeves were fluttering in the wind, and his whole person had a cold aura: "Has everything been arranged?"
Wang Cong whispered: "Yes, everything has been arranged."
Yuan Zhengrong whispered: "Have those people who were sent to follow them come back?"
Wang Cong shook his head: "Not yet, I guess it will be soon."
Yuan Zhengrong said in a deep voice: "Don't go back tonight, stay here. Pay more attention to the boy named Han. At dawn tomorrow, I will lead people to block him and make things worse." big."
This was originally a planned matter, and Wang Cong had arranged it properly. He nodded deeply: "Brother, I understand."
Yuan Zhengrong seemed to be a little uneasy and a little irritated, so he composed himself and said in a deep voice: "No mistakes can be made this time. His Highness is neither the direct descendant nor the eldest son. He can only spell the word "virtuous". Anyone who is an obstacle to His Highness cannot be win over." , we must all get rid of them.”
Wang Cong nodded deeply: "Yes, that's what eldest brother said."
"Okay, you go and have a rest, you have a lot of work to do later." Yuan Zhengrong waved his hand and let Wang Cong go out.
There was nothing to say all night, but at dawn the next day, bright sunlight shone through the window.
Wang Cong rested next to the wing where Han Changmu rested. He didn't sleep much all night, listening to what was going on next door.
Although there were no unpleasant sounds from the side, there was no sound of doors opening or closing.
He looked up at the bright sky and saw someone sweeping and cleaning under the window. He stretched out and it was time to get down to business.
Yuan Zhengrong also stayed up all night. After changing his clothes, he opened the door and went out. There were already many arranged people waiting outside.
The housekeeper of the Governor's Mansion knelt on the ground with a pop. The green brick floor, which had just been cleared of snow in the middle of the night, was covered with a layer of hard ice. The housekeeper knelt firmly on the ice. With a few crunches, the ice shattered into pieces. It penetrated into the cotton wool, pierced the flesh, and made people shiver from the cold.
He looked panicked and kowtowed heavily: "Master, Miss Seven, Miss Seven is missing."
Yuan Zhengrong's expression changed and he exclaimed: "What, how could he disappear? Have you found him? In such a big house, how can you not find someone?"
The housekeeper shuddered violently.
Yuan Zhengrong had a prosperous heir, and gave birth to seven sons in a row, but he only had this one daughter. This daughter was born to his legitimate wife. It was difficult to give birth during the birth, and his legitimate wife died, leaving only this little daughter.
There are too many sons, and he doesn't care and can't feel sorry for her, but he only has this daughter. He has always loved this daughter like a jewel, so what if he lost it, lost it in the governor's mansion.
Chills ran down the housekeeper's spine, and he felt that he wouldn't live long.
Before he could think too much, he was kicked to the ground by Yuan Zhengrong, and the roars rushed into his ears: "Look for it, search it from house to house. If you can't find it, you won't be able to survive." ”
The housekeeper trembled again, and a Gulu got up from the ground, called for help, and kicked down the doors in the yard looking for someone.
The door of the other courtyard must never be kicked in. His Highness the King of Han lives in it, and if the door of His Highness the King of Han is kicked in, the whole family will not have a good life.
The housekeeper kicked the door gingerly, and Yuan Zhengrong followed behind with his hands behind his back. There was an anxious look on his face, but his pace was calm and methodical.
Even Xie Mengxia, who was sleeping like a dead pig after such a big fanfare of breaking down the door and looking for someone, woke up from a hangover. He didn't comb his hair or wash his face, so he grabbed a maid and asked why.
He almost looked up to the sky and laughed wildly three times, slapped his thigh heavily, and went out to watch the fun without even wearing a robe. He had a big cloak wrapped around his middle coat, and his hair was disheveled.
This is the excitement of the Governor's Mansion, and it is Yuan Zhengrong's daughter who is missing. As the King of Han, how can he not look at it, ah, how can he not show concern?
Seeing Xie Mengxia also come out, Yuan Zhengrong breathed a sigh of relief. As long as the King of Han, who was watching the excitement and not taking it too seriously, also came, then half of the matter would be over.
Wang Cong followed behind with no presence. At a glance, not only Xie Mengxia appeared, but Leng Linjiang also came over wearing a long coat. There was a group of Wuyang Wuyang people, but Han Changmu was not the only one there.
A group of people kicked the door with a loud bang, and the snow on the eaves fell down.
The Governor's Mansion is very big, and even if they don't kick down the doors of other courtyards, it is enough for these people to kick in for half a day.
Xie Mengxia approached Leng Linjiang and lowered her voice: "How old is Miss Seven?"
Leng Linjiang rolled his eyes and chuckled: "How could I know such a private matter?"
Xie Mengxia snorted: "Don't deceive me and tell me quickly."
Leng Linjiang smiled: "I'm fifteen, and we're talking about getting married."
Xie Mengxia's eyes suddenly lit up and she became interested: "Tell me, tell me quickly, is this seventh lady good-looking? Which husband is she talking about?"
Leng Linjiang raised his eyelids.
As a former prince of a country, is it really okay to be so gossipy?
He coughed lightly, feeling that it was his ability to tell some gossip that even Xie Mengxia didn't know, so he smiled softly: "Miss Seven is also famous among ladies from famous families. She is not stunningly beautiful, but she is more gentle than anything else. When discussing marriage, He is the third son of Mr. Zheng, Minister of Industry."
Xie Mengxia frowned slightly: "Zheng Tianci's third son? Zheng Mingxin?"
Leng Linjiang smiled enigmatically: "Does Your Highness know this person?"
Xie Mengxia pouted: "He likes Long Yang. Everyone in the capital knows about it. Only Yuan Zhengrong doesn't know about it, so he stupidly married the girl to him."
Leng Linjiang curled his lips even more and sneered: "I'm not stupid. I have different preferences. Just let me do it."
The two of them were whispering to each other in a lively manner. Xie Mengxia suddenly remembered something and raised his head and said, "There has been such a big commotion. Jiuchao didn't even come out to watch the fun. He was too calm, not like a young man at all. ah."
Leng Linjiang obviously knew something. He raised his eyelids and watched the group of people slowly walking to a row of rooms not far from the hall. He sneered: "It's lively. How can watching other people's lively be better than watching your own lively?" Interesting."
"What?" Xie Mengxia didn't understand and followed the people who kicked the door in confusion.
The boy who kicked the door was already a little weak in his legs. Another boy kicked the door. I don’t know if the door was not strong or if the boy was too strong. The wooden door crashed to the ground with a clang, and a thick sound was thrown up. Sawdust and dust.
A confused exclamation came from the wing: "Who, who?" But there was no scream from the girl as expected. Yuan Zhengrong and Wang Cong quickly looked at each other to hide the surprise in their eyes. .
The housekeeper led a group of people into the side room and saw Han Changmu sitting on the fire bed, wrapped in a brocade quilt, his eyes full of sleep.
Yuan Zhengrong also followed in. Looking around, he noticed something was wrong.
This wing is not very big, you can see the bottom at a glance, and there is no place to hide people.
Yuan Zhengrong whispered to Wang Cong who followed him: "What's going on?"
Wang Cong frowned slightly: "I watched her come in with my own eyes. I just asked the person at the door, and no one went out all night."
Before Yuan Zhengrong could think more, Han Changmu swept away his sleepiness and said with a cold face: "Master Yuan, what is going on?"
Yuan Zhengrong looked embarrassed. The rhetoric he had prepared was completely useless, so he could only stutter without confidence: "Oh, no, that's it, my seventh girl is missing."
Han Changmu sighed meaningfully: "It turns out that Miss Seven is lost, so we need to find her carefully." He put on his clothes and jumped off the kang, with a frank and indifferent look on his face: "Then, let's search carefully in this room. Bar."
Yuan Zhengrong took a step back and smiled even more awkwardly: "Young Envoy Han was just joking. Why did Seventh Girl come to the outer courtyard when she was in the inner courtyard? Young Envoy Han can just rest."
