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Chapter 158
When it was time to set off the next day, Qin San was going to drive the carriage, but he couldn't find his own carriage.

"Are you looking for a carriage?" Lin San saw him and pointed out for him, "Isn't that? The one in front of you."

Qin San turned his head to look, but didn't see it for a long time: "Where is it?"

"Isn't that? That's the one."

"Which one?"

"Isn't it?"

"Where is it?"

"Are you blind or you can't see?" Lin San ran to the side of the carriage, patted the carriage and said, "Isn't it?"

"Are you blind?" Qin San said, "My carriage is red, what color is it? Is it red?"

The Meng family's carriage was painted red, but the one Lin San touched was painted black.

"Do you really think this is not your carriage?"

"Of course not." Qin San felt that Lin San was asking nonsense, "My carriage is red, and there is no curtain."

This black-painted carriage is also hung with a circle of black and blue curtains. Apart from being similar in size, how does it look a little like their carriage?

"Lin San, you made fun of me on purpose, didn't you?" Qin San said angrily, "Hurry up and help me find a carriage, Madam and Erlang are coming down soon."

Lin San laughed out loud, and the people beside him also laughed.

"What are you laughing at?"

"See for yourself, does this belong to your family?" Lin San opened the door of the carriage, and the layout was exactly the same as that of Meng's house, even the felt inside was exactly the same, and the color was not wrong.

Qin San's eyes widened: "This...what's going on?"

"This is the black paint and cloth that our boss asked me to find yesterday. It was painted overnight, and the cloth was just wrapped around it." Lin San was a little proud, "I didn't even recognize you, which means that I have completed this task well. , our boss must be satisfied after reading it."

Lin San didn't recognize the carriage from home, and of course Mrs. Meng and Meng Yuhe didn't recognize it either.

After being led into the car, Mrs. Meng praised: "Ms. Xiao is really careful and meticulous in her work."

Meng Yuhe, who got into the car behind, smelled the smell of raw lacquer: "This paint has only been painted for a while, and the smell is a bit pungent."

He originally rode a horse, but after Fourteen's proposal, starting today, when passing through the town, he would ride a car, and wait until he was in the wild before going out to ride a horse.

Fortunately, their carriage is big enough to accommodate seven or eight people.

"Mother, I still can't figure out how Mrs. Xiao managed to escape those gangsters with a carload of us and deceive them." Meng Yuhe went back and thought about it half the night last night, but he couldn't figure it out.

"That's someone's housekeeping skill. If it's so easy for you to figure it out, wouldn't everyone be able to be a bodyguard?"

Meng Yuhe thought about it too.

"Ms. Xiao is really good, no wonder she can lead their team to stand out in more than a dozen bodyguard bureaus." Meng Yuhe said, "At the beginning, I saw that she was a woman, and I still didn't believe it. I thought she could win because of luck."

"It's not your fault to look down on women, it's a common problem of you men."

"Mom, why are you talking and criticizing people again?"

"I'm not criticizing, I'm just telling the truth." Mrs. Meng asked back, "Say it yourself, are women weak in your men's hearts? Do you need to rely on others to live?"

"Ms. Xiao is not weak at all." One of Mrs. Meng's servant girls said.

The two maids following her are close servants, and they are not as cautious in front of the master as the little maids.

"That's right, she was able to bring Erlang to the carriage yesterday." The other said, "Ordinary men rarely have such great arm strength."

Thinking of this embarrassing incident, Meng Yuhe stopped talking.

Seeing that he had turned into a quail, Mrs. Meng giggled with the two maids.

"You're a scholar, so it's normal if you don't know martial arts." After laughing, Mrs. Meng comforted Meng Yuhe with a loving mother's attitude, "Don't compare yourself with Mrs. Xiao, you two are not comparable."

Meng Yuhe: "..."

He was not comforted at all.

Qi Xian and Tong Yang did not set off with the team, but went to the black market to sell horses.

After getting rid of the horse, he took the money and went to chase the brigade.

With the joint efforts of two people, a horse finally got [-] renminbi, and an average of [-] renminbi per person.

They also deliberately kidnapped the bank and asked someone to help cut the gold they got into eleven equal parts.Immediately after returning, it was sent to the injured person.

After receiving the fourteenth compliment, the two were satisfied.

……

I don't know if it's because the transformation of the carriage and anonymity played a role. After experiencing the incident at Qinglian Mountain, I walked all the way to the edge of Gyeonggi-do without encountering obstacles.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy Shisi felt.This does not mean calm, but more like a harbinger of storms to come.

Failed to advance to the city before the city gate was closed, the group had to borrow a Buddhist temple outside the city.

In the dead of night, a puff of smoke was blown into Mrs. Meng's room.After a while, the door was pried open.

The two men in monk robes showed the daggers in their hands, rushed into the room and rushed to the bed.

Two daggers pierced the quilt at the same time.

Soft?

Counted!
boom!
Snapped!
Fourteen floated down from the beam like a ghost, and one of the two monks kicked them. One of the two monks fell to the ground, and the other hit the cabinet next to them.

"Ghost!"

Fourteen heard the content of the scream and wanted to laugh. He came to kill people in the middle of the night, so he was afraid of ghosts?

boom!Snapped!Crash!

After a while of fighting, Fourteen's voice came from the room: "Okay, come in."

When the people outside who were ready to help at any time saw that only two people went in, they knew that they were useless.

Mrs. Xiao shouted to come in, so let's go in.

A group of people went in, those who lit the lamps lit the lamps, and those who closed the doors closed the doors.

"Tie them up." Fourteen threw people at Qi Xian and Tong Yang.

After a while, Mrs. Meng was also invited over. After seeing the two people's attire, her expression darkened.

"I didn't find anything useful." Fourteen said, "Madam will decide how to deal with it."

In fact, she also has a way to make these two people talk, but this is beyond the scope of her duties.

She is only responsible for protecting the Meng family, and other things are out of her scope of business.

If she hears some secrets that are not suitable for her, wouldn't she be asking for trouble?

"Show me their hands," Mrs. Meng said.

Immediately someone spread the hands of the two monks.

By the light of the candle, Shisi and Gu Mingzhang also glanced at each other. There were thick calluses on the tiger's mouth, and it looked like someone who had been holding a knife all year round.

"Leave it to Jingzhao Mansion." Mrs. Meng made a decision, "Please take care of them for me. When I enter the city tomorrow, I will personally order someone to send them there."

Fourteen and Gu Mingzhang naturally have nothing to do.

"It's still early before dawn, Mrs. Meng can continue to go back to rest." Fourteen said, "I'll go and watch the night for my wife."

Mrs. Meng lives in the house allocated to her, and Xiao Yan is also in it.

……

In the early morning of the next day, the team handed over the guide and entered the capital of the Dali Dynasty, the capital of the gods, Chongluo.

Chongluo is the name of the capital city of the Dali Dynasty. It was just an unknown small city in the previous dynasty, and it was the hometown of the founding emperor of the Dali Dynasty.

After the founding of the Dali Dynasty, the name of the city did not change, but since then the people prefer to call it the capital of the gods, and feel that it is more majestic and majestic, more like the capital of a country.

(End of this chapter)