Nanqin

Zhang Nanqin touched the banknote in his arms, and now he didn't worry about the money, he went back to the courtyard, lying on a chair in the shade of the trees, and smoking a cigarette pot from time to time, very comfortable.

The sound transmission stone kept flickering with a light yellow halo, reminding Zhang Nanqin that there was a message, but he didn't even look at it.

It was not until the evening when Zhang Nanqin got up that he took out the sound transmission stone with Wei Lanqing's messages on it.

Wei Lanqing looked at the sound transmission stone in the attic and found that there was no reaction at all, gritted his teeth angrily, but the groom standing beside him said: "Miss, should we go find someone else to try?"

"Little six, who else can we find now?" Wei Lanqing sighed: "In these days, we have found everything we should find. Even if the government has spent a lot of money, what's the use?"

"But miss, we are completely trusting that person..." Xiao Liuzi looked a little uncomfortable, but did not continue.

After hearing this, Wei Lanqing looked at the sound transmission stone in front of her: "We have been begging anyone who can beg, let's let our fate." After she said that, her tone was a little melancholy, but then there was a gloomy look in her eyes: "If that person can't help us , We also have to stay behind. You now arrange manpower. Once those people do their work, you will destroy the people's strongholds that you have found over time!"

Xiao Liuzi took the order and left, but Wei Lanqing hoped that Zhang Nanqin would really help her, after all, the time was getting closer and closer.

Zhang Nanqin appeared at the gate of the academy at this time, waiting for Qin Ruoan to appear, and then the two returned to the yard under the strange eyes of many people.

For those people's eyes, the two brothers and sisters never cared.

Zhang Nanqin was not in a hurry to cook dinner as usual, but lay on a chair and smoked a pot.

"Little sister, brother has to do something today." Zhang Nanqin said casually.

Qin Ruoan was sitting in a wheelchair with a book in his hand and did not look up: "I know."

"Brother, I found that monk today." Zhang Nanqin was still careless.

Qin Ruoan turned the pages of the book: "As expected."

Zhang Nanqin vomited: "I admire this monk's temperament, he can bend and stretch, and he has arrogance in his bones. Even if he breaks his leg, my will is standing. This kind of person is trained and he is a ruthless person."

Qin Ruoan raised his head slightly to look at Zhang Nanqin: "Brother, is this the love of talent?"

After hearing this, Zhang Nanqin smiled: "He has that flame in his heart. I just take advantage of the trend. It depends on what kind of answer he comes back today."

After Zhang Nanqin finished speaking, he hit the bottom of the smoking pot, got up from the chair, and started washing the vegetables by the well.

Qin Ruoan pushed the wheelchair into her room, and a candle was lit in the room. She sat quietly on the chair, just looking at the back of Zhang Nanqin washing vegetables in a daze.

At night, the candlelight was transparent and lit up the courtyard. Qin Ruoan had already come to the stone table. Zhang Nanqin walked out carrying a plate of braised fish, wiped his hands and sat down, thinking about it, ran in again, and took out one from the room. The jug of wine was placed aside, and his eyes looked at the closed courtyard door.

The two brothers and sisters did not speak. They looked at the courtyard gate like that. It seemed that the courtyard gate possessed average magic power. In less than a quarter of an hour, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and only saw Monk Heming's whole body wounded and the white belt on his waist was dyed. The red was dry, that leg turned and turned while walking, his face was swollen, his eyes were bruised, just like this, he was holding a cigarette stick in his hand and smoking shredded tobacco, vomiting mist.

Monk Heming watched the two siblings sitting at the stone table waiting for herself, and immediately grinned, while Qin Ruoan pushed the wheelchair to her room. When she came out again, there was a medicine box on her knee.

"Little girl, the monk is fine."

After hearing this, Qin Ruoan ignored Monk Heming, but opened the medicine box and took out the gold sore medicine from it to look at Heming. His eyes stared at Monk Heming, making the latter grin.

Zhang Nanqin opened the jug to pour wine for Monk Heming.

Heming put down the cup and his hand trembled. It was Qin Ruoan's painful application of the golden sore medicine for him, and his brow furrowed: "It's done."

Zhang Nanqin nodded, came to Qin Ruoan, and took the medicine bottle: "Brother said, no matter when you don't let your hands get blood, let me come."

Qin Ruoan did not argue after hearing this. He stepped aside and saw Zhang Nanqin tearing off Monk Heming’s trouser legs, revealing an inch-long wound with bones visible. Zhang Nanqin picked up the flask and poured it on the wound. The painful monk Heming directly Scream.

Zhang Nanqin’s hand quickly touched his thigh several times. He held his hand on the Heming monk’s eye pot, and the tobacco and ashes in it appeared in his hand. He sprinkled it on the wound, and the flame met the alcohol instantly. The fire, Zhang Nanqin's hand gently covered it, the flame went out, and she took out the white silk and satin from the medicine box and wrapped it up.

Monk Heming almost fainted in pain, but he still survived, his face pale.

"Almost got a nerve." Zhang Nanqin returned to his seat and put the medicine box aside.

Monk Heming grinned after hearing this: "Monk, I am lucky, and I will not get in the way."

Zhang Nanqin didn't say much, but signaled to eat. Originally, Monk Heming wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to have a meal, but was stopped by Zhang Nanqin. However, after three rounds of drinking, Zhang Nanqin lay on a chair and smoked. With the smoke pot, Zhang Nanqin asked, "Let's talk."

"The new owner of Mixing is called Zhang Fugui, a fat man. I saw him before when I was alms. He was a poor man." Monk Heming also licked his eyes, choked his eyes with smoke, and continued squinting. He said: "He climbed up to a family and worked for them. He set up a gambling shop outside, put money in, and confiscated the property if he couldn't afford it."

"This person is lustful and married several concubines, but the monk didn't know this, and I was shocked when I checked." He finished speaking, leaving Qin Ruoan who was reading in the lobby, and then whispered: "The family he climbed is the Zhu family. I heard that my ancestors slaughtered pigs for a living. Later, I switched to a few shops and started to do some porcelain business. Later, I got bigger and bigger and opened flower houses."

Zhang Nanqin had no expression on his face, so he chirped the smoke pot.

"The head of the Zhu family is called Zhu Zhe. He has married nine concubines and gave birth to fourteen sons and three daughters. Only one of these children is a normal person, and the others are fools. They all say that the Zhu family has done all the bad things behind. God’s punishment.” Monk Heming said here, with a smile on his mouth: “His son is called Zhu Xiu. Zhu Zhe is regarded as a beloved treasure, even more powerful than his father. He married the wife of Eleven Fang. No, only Aunt Eleven gave him a fat boy last year, which made this Zhu Xiong so happy, and she was quite spoiled by Aunt Eleven."

Monk Heming seemed to be intrigued as he said: "It's a coincidence, but today I ran into this rich and honored wife in a small courtyard with the eleventh aunt, and..." He said here, looking back and looking at the book. Qin Ruoan, who was yelling a cigarette stick in his mouth, moved the thumbs of both hands.

The Zhu family in Changping Mansion is actually just an ordinary small family. Zhu Zhe is already old, and Zhu Xiao’s goal in this life is to have a child. He is satisfied with having a son, but such a big man is fully committed to the child. Take care of Mrs. Eleven.

I just didn’t expect this rich and dignified to hook up with the eleventh concubine. The power tasted the sweetness for him, and he secretly took advantage of the momentum to start coveting other people’s business. Based on this rich and honorable dare to hook up with the eleventh concubine, Zhang Nanqin guessed that the other party was also a fierce person. .

"This person is quite courageous." Zhang Nanqin sneered.

Monk Heming nodded: "Who said no? Once the Zhu family knows about this, this rich and noble will wait to be peeled alive, and I even suspect that the child of the Zhu family may not belong to their Zhu family."

Zhang Nanqin thought about it and took a sip, and found that there was no shredded tobacco, so he knocked and looked up at the moonlight in the sky: "Can you still go?"

"Brother Qin, look at what you said, tell me what you have to do." Monk Heming got up from the chair and got involved in the wound, making his hands tremble.

"I can go, Xiaoye will show you a big show today." Zhang Nanqin came to the gate of the courtyard after he finished speaking, looked back at Qin Ruoan who was still reading, smiled, and then went out with Monk Heming.

Qin Ruoan raised his head and glanced when they closed the door, and continued reading.