Chapter 41 Conspiracy (Part 1)

Chapter 41 Conspiracy (Part 1)

The night in Cangcheng is still so beautiful and intoxicating. This ancient city, which has stood in the south of the God of War Palace for many years, is still exuding its charming and desolate atmosphere.

Ever since a man named Yehuang walked into this ancient city thousands of years ago and established Yejiabao, this ancient city has been firmly imprinted with the traces of Yejia. Cangcheng belongs to the Ye family, and the Ye family belongs to Cangcheng.

Xue Wuhen walked casually on the Thirteenth Avenue bored, with Shi Laomo closely following him. The night in Cangcheng is indeed beautiful, and the girls on Thirteenth Street are also more enthusiastic than the brothels in Piaoxuecheng, but he is still a bit bored and helpless.

He has been living in Cangcheng for more than two months, and there seems to be rumors in his family that he is a little dissatisfied and worried about his going out for training this time, but going to the Thirteenth Street in Cangcheng. And there seemed to be some unfavorable rumors about him in Yejiabao, nothing more than lecherous, dandy and the like. [

But only Mr. Shi and Mr. Mo beside him know that the young master really has no other choice, if he doesn't find something to do, doesn't put on a show, if he stays in Yejiabao and Cangcheng all the time, others will be more suspicious. So for more than a month, the three of them seemed to have visited every building on Thirteenth Avenue, and they seemed to be able to recite the names of the red cards in each building backwards.

"No news from Man City?"

Xue Wuhen looked at those Yingying and Yanyan in front of the building, who kept winking at him, smiling slightly, nodding from time to time, and gently waving the folding fan in his hand.

Hearing the master's question, Elder Mo who was beside him took a step up and replied respectfully: "Not yet, but I think it should be soon."

"A few trash." Xue Wuhen cursed in a low voice, and got into a building.

The building is called Baihualou, which is located in the center of the Thirteenth Avenue in Cangcheng, and it is a flesh and blood business. The old bustard of the building is called Sister Feng. Although Sister Feng is old enough to be the mother of several children, she still looks like she is only in her twenties. Her pair of phoenix eyes are flowing with blue waves, which is very attractive.

It's just that her pair of phoenix eyes are not only beautiful, but also good at reading people. At this time, she was swaying down from the upstairs, and she saw Xue Wuhen and the three who had just entered the door from a long distance away, a pair of phoenix eyes suddenly lit up, and she opened her mouth to spit out a voice that was more pleasant than an oriole: "Hey, I heard magpies chirping non-stop today. I don't know what good things will happen. Now that I see Mr. Xue, I finally understand."

"Feng Niang is polite." Xue Wuhen nodded lightly, not paying attention, this kind of flattery is quite comfortable at first, but it is a bit boring to hear it every day.

"Old rules?" Sister Feng smiled sweetly.

Xue Wuhen nodded lightly, went straight upstairs, and walked into a room exclusively for him. This room is not the same as the other rooms, with a big pink bed and sandalwood with a special smell. Instead, it is clean and simple, with a few sandalwood tables and chairs, and a few landscape paintings. It seems that it is not a brothel, but a study.

"Meet the young master."

The side door of the room was suddenly opened, Feng Niang's phoenix eyes were shining, she saluted, her face was serious, without any smell of dust.

"How's the preparation going?" Xue Wuhen nodded lightly, and picked up a cup of tea.

Feng Niang hurriedly bowed over and said respectfully: "Young master, my subordinates are preparing to move in five days and have already made tight arrangements. Unless the three old guys from the Ye family are dispatched, this mission is guaranteed to be completed."

"It's not that serious. I'll make arrangements for the Ye family. I want you to guarantee that girl will never die before she is sent to Piaoxue City. If she dies, you won't be able to live." Xue Wuhen was a little helpless. He couldn't do anything from the front, side, and back, so he had no choice but to take risks. He was bound to win that girl.

"Boom boom boom."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Xue Wuhen was a little annoyed, she turned her head to look at Sister Feng next to her, with a hint of blame in her eyes. Sister Feng hurriedly bowed to apologize, opened the door, and then there was a low voice of conversation outside the door.

"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open again, and Sister Feng walked in with a serious face, and said, "It seems that this mission can only be done in advance, and it's best tonight." [

"What's the situation?" Xue Wuhen frowned, with a bad premonition.

"Xueyi and the others are dead, Ye Qinghan killed them alone, and Ye Qinghan is rushing back to Cangcheng at this time, maybe he can rush back tomorrow morning, so if you insist on the task, young master, then you must act immediately." Sister Feng held back the horror in her heart, and tried to calm her talk.

"Bang!"

The teacup in his hand fell to the ground quietly and fell apart. Xue Wuhen opened his mouth wide, wanting to say something, but didn't say anything. Mo Lao and Shi Lao stared blankly at the dragon tongue-like tea leaves sprinkled on the ground, silently digesting the profound meaning of this message.

"Call me the person who delivered the message."

After a long time, Xue Wuhen spoke suddenly, his voice was indifferent and cold.

Niu Jin and two intelligence officers from his entourage were called in, looked at the very handsome young man with a very calm face, and hurriedly bowed to salute. Then he narrated everything he saw, heard, and thought without any hesitation, without any embellishments or omissions. He knew that a wrong sentence could sometimes mean the disappearance of a life, and he knew that the young man had this right and ability.

"Okay, the three of you go down. Sister Feng arranges them to have fun for two days." Xue Wuhen has recovered his calm since the three of Niu Jin came in. Although there was a huge wave in his heart, he could only suppress it forcefully. In front of his servants, he needed to be calm, and he must be.

"Action tonight."

After thinking for a long time, he stood up resolutely, said four words, then quickly opened the door and left in a hurry.

Yejiabao, West Courtyard, Zuixin Garden.

As the eldest young master of the Ye family, Ye Qingkuang didn't spend his youth wandering around Thirteenth Avenue like those ordinary young masters. Nor did he interpret the wealth and power of his family and his parents on certain occasions like other dudes in Cangcheng. Instead, he sat quietly in his yard, closed his eyes, and worked hard to cultivate his fighting spirit.

Many people don't understand, and they don't know that Ye Qingkuang spends more time practicing than resting and having fun. Only Ye frivolous himself knows. Why work so hard? Why do you have to work so hard?

Because he is Ye frivolous, the eldest son of the Ye family, and the first heir of the family. If he doesn't work hard, maybe after a few years, he won't be the eldest son, and he won't be the first heir. Because he is frivolous at night, he needs madness and the capital of madness, so he must work hard and desperately.

Many years ago, he knew that although his father, the lord of Cangcheng, possessed incomparable strength and influence, he was not happy. He knew that his father was oppressed by a name all his life. When the owner of that name was alive, his father was so suppressed that he could not lift his head. However, after so many years of death, the father was still suppressed like a mountain, unable to surpass, at least not yet. The man died, the grandfather retired, and the father took the position, but many people felt that the position of the father was a bit far-fetched and a bit embarrassing.

So he has to work hard to make his father's seat more stable and comfortable. But Ye Qingkuang will one day surpass that person, cover himself with the aura of the Ye family, smash the mountain that is pressing down on his father with one punch, and make his name tremble in the God of War Mansion and even the Yanlong Continent.

Xue Wuhen didn't know what kind of ambitions and goals Ye Qingkuang had, he just knew that he had to meet him tonight and persuade him to cooperate with one of his actions, so he left Thirteenth Avenue and hurried to Zuixin Garden.

"Young Master Xue, why are you in such a hurry?"

Ye frivolously straightened her bun and ordered her servants to prepare tea.

"I want to talk to you about something." Xue Wuhen said softly with an eager expression on his face, stopping Ye's frivolous movements.

"Oh? That's good!" Ye Qingkuang hurriedly signaled the servants to disappear, smiling sweetly. That's how Xue Wuhen talked to him last time, and he got ten bottles of Xueling Pills. Although the matter was not done well, Xue Wuhen still generously didn't ask him for it. So when he saw Xue Wuhen's expression, he felt that something good was about to happen to him, and he couldn't help saying excitedly: "You said, Xue Shao's business is my business, and I will do whatever I can."