Chapter 69: The Actor Takes the Stage

When the sky was slightly bright, Zhao helped Li Yizhen out of Nuanxiang Pavilion and stuffed a hundred-tael silver note into Li Yizhen's arms very warmly. Li Yizhen held Zhao Jiu's hand with tears in her eyes and told her to come to the Hou Mansion to find her if anything happened before she reluctantly got into the carriage.

The ancients said that there are four irons in life: we went to the same hometown together, we went to the same window together, one of us carried a gun, and we went to whoring together. Zhao knew that everything could not be fine overnight. Relationships must be cultivated and persevered in order to gain something. Fortunately, what Zhao does not lack most is time and money, so just take your time.

After tidying up my clothes, I walked towards Zhao Prison with my hands behind my back. After entering the door, many Jin Yiwei greeted him with smiles, "Master Zhao must not have spent the night at home!"

Zhao was not annoyed and sent them away with his hands behind his back, "Go, go, I haven't married yet, so where can I have a family? Last night, Marquis Li's son invited me to discuss business matters."

Several thousand households in the attic knew that Zhao had a good temper and joked, "Of course Master Jiu is on official business! He has to fight with the gangsters and then make the criminals punish him! I heard that Master Jiu can wield a two-foot-long spear and shoot an eighty-stone bow!" "

"You are not convinced, what are you doing?"

Not caring about these Qianhu's jokes, Zhao pretended to be angry and replied with a smile.

Everyone burst out laughing, and even Yu Jielin patted Zhao Jiu on the shoulder, laughing so hard that he couldn't drink any tea. What Zhao wants is this kind of effect. As long as everyone knows that he and Li Yizhen went to a brothel together, they will naturally not doubt whether it is reasonable or not.

For the next three days, Zhao stayed in the Zhaoyuan Restaurant courtyard as usual. On the fourth day, when Li Yizhen took a rest, Zhao would definitely accompany him. The two went to Nuanxiang Pavilion again, and Zhao treated him again. Li Yizhen was very embarrassed, but Zhao dismissed him by saying, "How much money can the Forbidden Army have? How much money can Zhao Prison have? If I don't agree, I won't give you face!" But when the time is running out, Li Yizhen can't be allowed to pay.

At dawn, Li Yizhen and Zhao helped him out of Nuanxiang Pavilion. The two of them looked at each other and missed last night's romance. Zhao, who hugged Li Yizhen's shoulders, added "powerful and domineering" and "strong and tenacious" from time to time. It made Li Yizhen laugh and be very happy.

After seeing off Li Yizhen, Zhao stayed in the Zhaoyuan Restaurant courtyard as usual.

The next day, after returning to the courtyard, Zhao ate and drank, hurriedly washed up, sat cross-legged in the pavilion, practiced silently, and waited for nightfall.

It was dark, so Zhao extinguished the candles, put on his night clothes, covered his face and waited. After everything was completely silent and there was no fire around him, he climbed up on the roof and chased the stars and the moon. Only an afterimage was left on the spot, and Zhao had disappeared without a trace.

In Hu Houye's mansion, Zhao was standing in the shadow outside the backyard wall, using the Breath Condensation Technique to the extreme. The whole person was pressed against the wall, not breathing at all, as if he and the green wall were one, waiting quietly for there to be no sound in the yard.

One quarter of an hour, two quarters of an hour, Zhao silently counted, and when there was no sound in the yard, almost half an hour had passed. Zhao didn't dare to delay and quickly turned over and entered the hospital.

Skip the few houses in the backyard. They are basically servants' rooms. They are small, short, and damp. The Marquis' son would not live in such a house.

As I walked forward, I didn't dare to use my true energy to sense things. I could only touch them one by one based on my experience, and I had to erase the traces of someone's presence. Naturally, it was much slower. Fortunately, the Marquis's Mansion is more than a step behind the Princess's Mansion, and there are not many rooms.

When we reached the third room in the middle courtyard, we could already see Mr. Hou’s youngest son snoring on the bed. Although he had memorized his appearance, looking at the snoring young master in front of him, he still couldn't help complaining. This man didn't look like a troublemaker, so why was he worth a thousand taels?

Zhao followed the procedure, looked around, and carefully noted the location of each decoration. Only when he was familiar with it did he erase the traces on the ground, restore the door to its original appearance, and quietly touch other places.

I walked around the entire Marquis Mansion, planned the route, silently erased all traces of people coming, and did all the finishing touches before leaving the Marquis Mansion. He put his ear against the wall and listened quietly to the movement in the yard. After a quarter of an hour, everything in the yard was as usual, and Zhao left slowly. After walking a certain distance, I started to circulate my Qi, and after a few ups and downs, I returned to my own yard.

After landing, he checked the doors and windows of his house to make sure no one had been there before taking off his black clothes and putting them into the space. Put on your pajamas, lie on the bed and think quietly.

It is not easy to kill Mr. Hu’s youngest son and frame him as a son-in-law. The space cannot hold living things. It would be difficult to get a living person out of the Hou Mansion quietly! If he is killed in the Hou Mansion, then don't even think about framing him, the prince-in-law has no such ability! After thinking about it, I didn't have a clue, so I simply closed my eyes and recalled if I had missed anything. As I thought about it, I couldn't help but think about myself. I sighed and said, let's go to sleep. Worrying things come one after another. It's not easy to earn a thousand taels. !

It was a sound sleep this time, and Chenshi stretched out comfortably to change clothes, and hung the belt tag on his waist. Just touching the three words "Zhao Muzhi" on the waist badge with his hand, when it was hung on his waist, a flash of inspiration passed by. My name is Zhao Jiu, Zhao Muzhi is just a pseudonym, and an idea has been formed.

With his mind clear, Zhao smiled at the bronze mirror. Now everything was ready, all he needed was the east wind. Stop worrying about other things and just go out.

In the next few days, Zhao seemed to have returned to his original life, almost three o'clock and one line. However, after late at night, he would always break into Hu Houye's house and do nothing, just look at the young Houye quietly. Familiar with everything in the Hou Mansion, he quietly waited for the opportunity to take action.

A few days later, Zhao asked Li Yizhen to go to Nuanxiang Pavilion. This time, Zhao was still the one who paid for the meal, and Li Yizhen didn't have the chance to pay. When they left Nuanxiang Pavilion at dawn, Li Yizhen hugged Zhao and waited for a while before looking up at Zhao and telling him seriously.

"Brother Zhao, this is the third time. They say that things don't happen more than three times. Next time, I must pay for the meal! You are not allowed to bring any silver. If you bring silver, it will be embarrassing for me. Brother, let me show some appreciation!"

This was the moment he was waiting for. Seeing Li Yizhen's serious look, Zhao naturally would not refuse. He promised that he would not bring any money and that it would all be up to his brother to arrange, but it couldn't be too extravagant. It was enough to show his appreciation.

The two agreed to meet five days later. It happened that Li Yizhen was on vacation, so he had to do something big to express Li Yizhen's feelings. Zhao agreed immediately and said that he would definitely come.

After helping Li Yizhen onto the carriage, Zhao lowered his head and walked towards Zhaoyu, his mouth raised, unable to suppress his smile. Everything went well, and he only had to wait for the night five days later.

Things were settled, Zhao walked briskly, and even the smell of alcohol was dispersed in the wind. After walking a few steps, his smile slowly faded, his face returned to a calm expression, and he walked forward silently.

The actor had already painted his face, the sound of gongs and drums gradually became louder, and a big play was waiting for the audience to enter.

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