In the spring night in the capital, a horse was running amok. Ignoring the scolding behind him, the boy shook the reins in a panic and urged the horse to gallop.

Where to go? Where to find help?

Cheng family...

"Hurry up, run faster, otherwise, your husband will be beaten to death."

The little girl's urgent voice echoed in my ears from time to time.

The boy grinned and cried loudly.

What to do? What to do?

Mr. Shiro just pissed off the second lady when he was leaving. If he goes back like this, can he bring in someone to help?

No, you can't go to the Cheng family, go to the eldest lady, go to the eldest lady!

The eldest lady is at the Zhou family. He knows where the Zhou family is. When she left, Sister Banqin took him on the journey several times until he remembered it firmly.

At that time, he complained that Sister Banqin was tormenting people, but now it seems that Sister Banqin is really prescient.

The boy whipped his riding whip hard, and the horse galloped past the newly opened snack night market.

At this time, the night in Zhou's house was peaceful, and the lights in Zhoulang's courtyard were brightly lit.

"This is my gift to you."

Saturday Lang took a deep breath and pushed a large box in front of him.

"a lot of?"

He said again, seemingly indifferent to the other person's questions.

"Not much, this is all I have in three years."

At this point, he raised his head again, reached out and grabbed the box back.

"No, no, it's like I've been thinking about her for three years." He muttered, "What are you doing in such detail!"

After frowning for a moment, Zhou Lang took a deep breath and pushed the box in front of him again.

"Hey, this is for you." He said in a nonchalant tone.

"Ask whatever you want, just take it. What are there so many of?"

After saying that, he was silent for a moment, then reached out and pulled the box back.

"This woman has a bad temper, so maybe she will throw it back." He frowned and said, getting angry again, "Throw it back, throw it back, it seems like I have to give it to her! Do you want your love?"

"

"You actually prepared a gift for Qin Shisan. What did Qin Shisan give her?"

Just as he was muttering, there was a sound of footsteps stepping outside the door.

"Sixth Young Master, Sixth Young Master," the boy shouted, "Ms. Cheng is here..."

She's coming! She's coming!

She actually came to him!

Liu Lang stood up suddenly, and then thought of something again. He reached out in a panic to pick up the box and started to hide it. However, he didn't know where to hide it for a moment. He stumbled as he walked in a hurry. The lid of the box was opened, and the contents inside were thrown open.

Things clattered to the ground.

Gold and silver jewelry, bracelets, hairpins, carved wooden dolls, etc. were scattered.

Liu Lang hurriedly squatted down and put things into the box haphazardly, when someone was already standing at the door.

"This is not for you!" Zhou Lang shouted hurriedly, raising his head.

The boy by the door looked at him puzzled.

"What's for me?" he asked.

Saturday Lang looked behind him. It was quiet at night in the courtyard. Two or three maids were standing on the corridor muttering and laughing. There was no one else.

"Where is Mrs. Cheng?" he asked.

"Ms. Cheng is here, crying and shouting..." the boy said hurriedly.

Zhou Lang sighed and sat on the floor.

"Come just come, what does it have to do with me?" he said angrily.

Scared to death!

"Sir, Mrs. Cheng then hurried away with the visitor, taking away many people and all of them with weapons." The young man said hurriedly, "The people at the door only heard the young man crying and saying something about Desheng.

Lou, an oiran, a high-ranking official, I have beaten you to death for a few words, I am afraid that something will happen, so I asked you to go..."

When he said that Mrs. Cheng left in a hurry with the visitor, Liu Lang had already jumped up and walked away.

The boy finished the rest of his words in a daze, then realized that the person in front of him had left, turned around and ran back again when he saw the person.

"Where did she go?" Zhou Lang asked.

I just said what I said next in vain...

"Deshenglou." The boy said quickly and simply.

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A scream sounded, but then fell silent.

A drunken guest on the Hongqiao in Desheng Building shook his head and looked around. The hall below was already full of people. The banquet was in full swing at this time, but the boxes on the left and right were cut off from all sounds, making it quiet and elegant.

"Guanren? What's wrong?"

asked the official prostitute who was supporting him.

"It's okay, it's okay, I heard it wrong." The drunkard said with a smile, holding the official prostitute's waist, "Why are there screams in this Desheng Building?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the door of the box opposite opened and a group of people poured out.

"Let's go quickly." The leading man said with a bit of ferocity.

Two men behind him followed cautiously, and after that, several men held up three men respectively.

"This, this..." The drunkard rubbed his eyes, "How does it look..."

"What are you looking at? I've never seen you drunk before?" Seeing him looking over, the leading man immediately lowered his face and shouted.

So fierce, the drunk man was so frightened that he hugged the official prostitute and hurriedly gave way on the bridge, but he couldn't help but look at the so-called drunk men who were being held up.

The first two were fine, they smelled like urine, but the last one had his arms hanging limply and his head hanging...

It doesn't look like he's drunk...

The drunkard couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

At this moment there was a commotion downstairs.

"What are you doing? Who are you..."

The drunkard couldn't help but look over and saw a group of people pouring in from outside the door, holding bows and arrows in their hands.

Bow and arrow?

"It's them!" The boy looked up at the covered bridge, pointed with his hand and screamed, "Fourth Young Master!"

This heartbreaking sound penetrated the eardrums of the drunkards in this noisy Desheng Building.

What are you doing?

The drunkard looked over with wide eyes and saw the people coming over raising their bows and arrows and pointing them at him. Before his thoughts could pass, the arrows were already flying towards him like meteors.

Mother!

The drunkard put his hands on his head and screamed as he squatted down. His crotch felt hot, and there was a smell of urine in his breath. He had completely sobered up from the alcohol and felt dizzy.

With a bang, the door was opened, and the overwhelming sound poured out of the room.

"Fourteen officials! Something happened!"

This shout made the young official, who was being fed wine by an official prostitute, look over.

"What happened?" he asked casually.

Before he finished speaking, footsteps hurriedly sounded outside the door.

"What are you doing? Stop..."

The shouts were immediately followed by the sounds of blows and cries of pain.

Sure enough, something happened!

Everyone in the hall came to their senses. The high-ranking official also pushed the official prostitute away and sat up straight. Before he could ask, the people outside the door had already come in.

"Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Mrs. Mo screamed and looked at the men standing in the hall holding bows and arrows.

"You are neither a soldier nor a soldier. You hold a bow and arrow privately, but you still dare to beat people in Desheng Tower. I have rebelled against you!"

No one paid attention to her.

"The lady is here."
To be continued...