Power to the government and the public: Qian engaged in business in ancient times

Chapter 14 A Yu's Fiance
"You want to know..." Wen Qian raised her eyebrows and hooked her fingers: "Come here, I'll tell you!"

When Zhou Ying heard this, she took two steps back and said in a cold voice, "No, don't even think about using coquettish tricks on me!"

Seduction?

The original owner, a big man, learned the art of charm?
Wen Qian's eyes shone faintly: "Why did the Lord send you to find me?"

When Zhou Ying heard this, she stared at Wen Qian with murderous eyes: "Kill."

"Huh? Kill!" Wen Qian looked at the young man who looked like a killing machine, "Kill who?"

"Your wife Liu Jing!" Zhou Ying looked at Wen Qian coldly.

Wen Qian snorted softly: "Why? Because I married a wife privately? Does the Lord not allow our subordinates to get married?"

Zhou Ying warned: "Mr. Gan Yulang, we are not qualified to be called subordinates, but killers. Killers don't need to start a family."

Wen Qian changed her hand to support her chin: "No, I think you are jealous of me, jealous of me daring to disobey the Lord's order, and still able to escape unscathed."

"Heh!" Zhou Ying smiled contemptuously: "You should think about how to keep your little wife from me. I heard that the girl from the Liu family is a great beauty!"

"Oh? Aren't you afraid of my charm? Still so confident?" Wen Qian got up and walked around the desk towards him.

"I was careless last time, but I won't do it this time." Zhou Ying didn't hide, exuding a strong evil spirit all over his body, staring at Wen Qian who was approaching.

"Okay, then you have to pay attention!" Wen Qian smiled mysteriously.

She doesn't know how to charm, so naturally she can't use charm.

I can't even imagine how the original owner, an iceberg man, used charm to kill people, but she knows top-notch hypnotism.

Zhou Ying seemed to be facing an enemy, thinking that Wen Qian was about to use a weapon.

"Hey! Take it easy, look into my eyes and see if there is any gum in my eyes?" Wen Qian smiled lightly.

Zhou Ying was stunned: What is this kid talking about?See if there is gum in his eyes?

Seeing that he was being fooled, Wen Qian took the opportunity to put spiritual power in his eyes, and whispered softly: "Yes, that's it, look into my eyes, do you know who I am? I am your new master, and I treat you very well... ..."

Zhou Ying was looking at Wen Qian, and without any accident, he was hypnotized by the blessing of spiritual power, his eyes began to glow, and most of the evil spirit on his body dissipated.

Wen Qian looked at him in a daze with satisfaction, wanting to take off his mask, but worried that he would suddenly wake up, so it was important to get down to business.

"I sent you to the Lord's side as a spy, and now the time is ripe, tell me the truth."

Zhou Ying's lifeless black eyes flashed a trace of struggle and quickly calmed down. He paused and knelt down.

"To tell the master, Zhou Ying found out that the master is a woman who wears a mask all the year round. Anyang Tower is one of the forces that the master has cultivated, and the other forces are unknown."

"There are five types of killers in Anyang Building: Dark Arrow Pavilion, Swordsmanship School, Phantom Villa, Medicine Spirit Pavilion, and Death Warrior Camp."

"Except for the unspecified number of killers, there are seven killers of each type, ranked from red, orange, yellow, green, blue, blue, and purple, with martial arts from low to high."

The more Wen Qian listened, the more she frowned. This killer is very powerful!
The most surprising thing is: the master is a woman?
interesting!
It's just... this power is so strong, so the so-called master acquiesced to the original master to take the imperial examination. Why is Wen Gan so eager to get rid of this power? !
Doubtful, to be discussed.

"Which type of killer are you?"

Zhou Ying: "Swordsmanship, titled Purple Sword King."

"Hmm. Is Yin Yue from Anyang Building?"

Zhou Ying: "Yes, she belongs to the killer of medicine and spirit. She is a master of both medicine and poison, and is good at light work. Her adoptive father is the leader of the death camp, and we all regard her as a young lady."

Wen Qian got the information she wanted, helped Zhou Ying who was on the ground, and took the opportunity to snap her fingers: "Boom!"

Zhou Ying suddenly woke up, and looked at Wen Qian in confusion: "You..."

Wen Qian winked cynically, and said calmly, "You lost!"

Zhou Ying was startled when she heard the words, and looked at Wen Qian's handsome face, half-believing: "Why don't I have a reflection?"

"Maybe I was fooled by my charm attack." Wen Qian leaned against the door sideways: "But it's okay to lose, I don't have a wife anyway, you can go back and tell the Lord."

Zhou Ying came back to her senses abruptly, only to realize that her question was a bit silly. This Wen Gan is not easy to deal with, and it is useless to ask.

When he heard the second half of his sentence that he didn't get married, his eyes were cold: "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I just don't want to say that your own news is wrong, so don't accuse good people." Wen Qian refused to admit it.

"Good guy? You deserve it too?" Zhou Ying looked Wen Qian up and down, not understanding why he had changed so much.

Wen Qian pointed to the dark night outside, nonchalantly: "You don't need to say whether you are worthy or not, so you can leave or not!"

Zhou Ying looked at Wen Qian with surprisingly calm eyes, but her words were not so calm and pleasant.

Seeing his cold gaze, Wen Qian made a little teasing.

Her thin lips were slightly raised, her black eyes were deliberately ambiguous, she rested her chin with one hand, leaned forward slightly with her body leaning against the door frame, and looked at Zhou Ying with a half-smile: "What? It's a little bit reluctant to be prettier than you!"

Zhou Ying was speechless, thinking that he might have gone out of his mind when he practiced charming skills, so he turned around and stepped out of the room, leaving a sentence behind.

"My lord ordered you to get close to the old Taoist Du Xie in order to steal his poison scriptures. Don't really be his apprentice! No one can betray Anyang Tower, so you can do it yourself!"

"Thank you, Purple Sword King." Wen Qian waved goodbye.

Seeing him disappear into the night, Wen Qian stood up straight and was about to close the door.

Suddenly seeing the word "Xuanhe" domineering above the study, his gaze flickered.

Is there a mystery here?

Otherwise, it's just a study room, which needs such abstruse and difficult inscriptions.

Actions are greater than thinking, Wen Qianfei touched the words on the plaque.

Sure enough, I felt a bump on the two literals and pressed it lightly.

The plaque was separated from the middle, and inside was a brocade box half the length of an arm, about the width of a palm.

Wen Qian hugged the brocade box, flicked her sleeves, and the door closed.

In the study room, Wen Qian looked at the thick silver bills in the brocade box, with a happy expression on her face: "It's rich, it's all in the amount of 1000 taels, and after counting it three times, it's 18. I'm not the original owner, and the power behind me is so powerful." It is also a very good choice to rely on it first and rely on it!"

Now it's easy to do things with money, and the beginning is not difficult!
Wen Qian took out 5000 taels, covered the brocade box, and put it back in place.

Sitting at the desk again, Wen Qian leaned back on the wooden chair, looking at the dark night outside the window, there was no moon, her martial arts practice was not making much progress, and she didn't want to sleep.

That leaves reading and writing.

Wen Qian didn't bother to look for it on the bookshelf, so she picked up the book "Correcting Floods" on the table and read it.

After a sleepless night, the bread of knowledge filled Wen Qian's spirits.

Go to the kitchen with salt and water, and wash your face.

I went to the bedroom and changed into a blue shirt, it's time to go to the private school.

Wen Qian did have memories of the private school.

The place where the original owner studied was an ordinary private school with no background, and there was only an old man who had made a name for himself as a teacher.

The old man was in his early forties, his surname was Zhao. His wife died in his early years, leaving behind a son, Zhao Ming.

Zhao Ming is not a material for studying, but he is honest and filial. He started writing letters and copying books to earn money when he was 14 years old.

There are quite a few students who come to the old man's school, most of them are children from merchants or farmers, and they are relatively harmonious.

As soon as Wen Qian walked to the door of the private school, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and then there was a handsome and refined young man beside him: "Brother Wen, I haven't seen you coming to the school for a few days, but is there something wrong at home?"

"Jianghuai."

His father is a well-known master blacksmith in the town, known as Jiang Tie Wang. Jiang Huai is the youngest son of the family, so he was sent to study.

"Yeah." Jiang Huai nodded, but didn't get any more information, so he could only continue to ask: "Brother Wen, something happened to your family? Otherwise, why haven't you come to the private school for several days?"

"Does it have anything to do with you whether I come to the private school?" Wen Qian didn't understand why he was asking this question.

Jiang Huai choked on Wen Qian, blushed slightly, and said embarrassedly: "I'm not worried that Ayu is at home, is he doing well?"

"No, how is my sister Ayu? I'm with you..." At this point, Wen Qian suddenly remembered that this person was Wen Yu's fiancé, so he had something to do with it.

Wen Qian's words changed: "My family is fine, nothing is wrong."

Jiang Huai smiled: "Then I feel relieved. By the way, I have something I want to give to Ayu. Brother Wen, pass it on for me!"

"Okay!" Since the future is a family, Wen Qian naturally would not refuse.

(End of this chapter)