The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 132: Cold rain is falling here

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On the tenth day of the eleventh month of the eighth year of the Xuanli calendar, it rained in Jinling.

Half a month has passed since Fu Xiaoguan was kidnapped. Fu Xiaoguan stayed at Yu Wenwen's house for ten days. Under the careful care of the imperial doctor, his injuries have improved significantly, and his overall complexion has also improved a lot.

He left the palace five days ago because the large house by Xuanwu Lake had been renovated.

Fu Xiaoguan and Dong Shulan were sitting in the Taoran Pavilion that extended from the back garden to Xuanwu Lake. He was holding a fishing rod and hanging an earthworm into the water, and was fishing quietly.

Dong Shulan sat at the table with an account book and looked at it quietly.

The rain in early winter fell on the lake, splashing thin and dense water droplets, so the lake was covered with a thin layer of water mist. If you look from a distance, it will look more and more misty. , the water and the sky are connected and connected into one piece.

"It will be open for business in five days. I think this time is not chosen well. It should be listed at the turn of spring and summer." Dong Shulan said.

"Well, that doesn't matter. The most important thing during this period is to spread your reputation. After all, it will take some time for the ladies to accept it."

Fu Xiaoguan grabbed a handful of wine rice from the small jar behind him and threw it into the fishing spot. This was wine rice soaked in Tian Chun. Why didn’t the fish take the bait?

"You'd better go back. It's too cold outside and your injury is not healed yet."

"It's okay. I just can't use my left hand too hard. It's just that the injuries on my **** and buttocks are a bit troublesome. It hurts after sitting for a long time."

Dong Shulan rolled his eyes at him, calculated the account book in his hand carefully, and said: "This house cost a total of 167,800 taels of silver. The total income of A Dream in Red Mansions so far is... ”

Fu Xiaoguan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Don't report this kind of thing to me. I get a headache when I hear numbers. You can spend the money how you want. Don't worry about my father having no money, unless it's The money in your account is less than fifty thousand taels."

Dong Shulan glanced sideways at Fu Xiaoguan, feeling very happy in her heart, so she really didn't talk about the income and expenditure anymore.

But there is one thing she must tell Fu Xiaoguan: "Since you moved here, His Majesty has given you two Fu Mansion plaques written in his own handwriting, one of which has been hung here. The other is five pairs of bear gallbladders, a century-old There are hundreds of branches, a white jade house Pixiu beast and a set of the Four Treasures of the Study. Then there are the six great lords of Shangjing. They have all sent people, including Yan Shidao from the Yan Mansion, Shi Yiming and Qin from the Shi Family. Qin Mowen is coming from the Fei family, Fei Bang is coming from the Xi family, and Xi Xunmei is coming from the Xi family... These people come to see you with great gifts, why do you pretend to be asleep and not meet them?"

Dong Shulan didn't understand very much. If Fu Xiaoguan wanted to gain a foothold in Shangjing, wouldn't it be a good thing to take this opportunity to establish a good relationship with the six major clans?

But as soon as Fu Xiaoguan heard that someone was visiting, he would run back and lie on the bed, without any thought of meeting these people.

Although Dong Shulan also estimated that Fu Xiaoguan's assassination was related to one of the six powerful men, there was no loss in this superficial pretentiousness.

Fu Xiaoguan smiled and said: "Now is not the time. Don't tell me that I am already alive and kicking. Even when my father-in-law asked, he said that I couldn't get out of bed yet."

Dong Shulan blushed and spat softly, "Then how long are you going to hide?"

"Hide for three more days."

"What's the point of this?"

"The things they sent...are not enough!"

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Night falls, perhaps because the early winter rain is too cold, and people who have nothing to do are reluctant to go out. There are generally two types of people who can go out at this moment, one is those who go to brothels, and the other is those who go to gambling houses.

The brothel is very warm. No matter how cold it is outside, there will always be one or a few caring women inside to warm a pot of wine for you, sing you a song, relieve your physical and mental fatigue, or fill you up. The emptiness inside.

The gambling house is very exciting, there is a lot of money spent, and there are also many myths about getting rich overnight.

On the north side of Qingluan Lane, there is the largest brothel in Beijing called Rouge House.

To the south of Qingluan Lane, there is the largest gambling house in Beijing called Yongle Fang.

At this moment, these two places are already bustling with activity, and the brilliant lights are filled with a sense of luxury.

In the side room in the front yard of Rouge Building, a round-faced monk sat in the middle, surrounded by dozens of burly men with swords on their waists.

The round-faced monk glanced at these men with a smile, and his eyes stayed on the face of a man on the left, "Are you in charge of that girl Lin Hong?"

The man quickly bowed and replied: "Back to the hall master, Lin Hong is just Feng Ling'er's maid."

"Then tell me where that girl Lin Hong is now?"

"This... subordinate has neglected his duty, please punish me, the master."

"Of course I will punish you."

Before he finished speaking, a rosary bead in the monk's hand suddenly flew out. The man's eyes suddenly widened - one eye, and the bead was embedded in his other eye. He fell down with a bang. On the ground, the round-faced monk walked over still smiling, dug out the bead, and strung it on the rosary.

"Remember, when you serve the master's family, failure to do so will result in death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared. He listened carefully and his expression changed drastically: "Copycat guys, chop them to death!"

A group of people came from Qingluan Lane!

We are now in front of Rouge Tower!

They were dressed in black attire, with black masks on their faces, and held cold swords in their hands.

No one spoke. The man at the front waved his sword, and a black crowd poured into Rouge Tower. The sword flew and blood flowed everywhere. The rosary beads in the round-faced monk's hand flew towards the man in black one by one. The long sword in the man in black's hand flew and actually chopped all his beads into pieces.

"Green Shang!"

"You are the breeze and drizzle..."

When the sword fell, the round-faced monk's head was missing.

After a stick of incense, the group of men in black rushed to Yongle Square with **** swords. After another stick of incense, the group of men in black lit two fires and then disappeared into the vast sky. On a rainy night.

In the Jinling Mansion Office, Qin Mowen looked at the rain outside the window and said to Ning Yuchun, who took over the post of governor: "It's almost done. Let's send someone to collect the body."

The fifth prince Yu Wenwen drank the last glass of wine with Fu Xiaoguan in the Fu Mansion by Xuanwu Lake, and asked: "That woman named Lin Hong, where did you hide her?"

Fu Xiaoguan shook his head blankly, "I haven't even left the house yet. Did Qin Mowen arrest that woman? I remember I told him that there was a woman named Lin Hong in Rouge Building. She might have some clues. ”

"If you give her to me, this matter can make a beautiful article."

Fu Xiaoguan looked at the rain outside the door. After a while, he smiled and said: "You are not as good as me in making a fuss."

Yu Wendao looked at Fu Xiaoguan for ten breaths, stood up and left, "Autumn is over and the sky is getting cold. I hope you know how cold it is!"