The courtyard gate was closed, and He Jinshan was busy in the front and back of the yard, continuing to reinforce the roof and waterproof the awning.

Dewang followed around, helping very hard with all his might.

Jiang Henian came out from the side storage room, wearing a cloak on his head, holding the straps on both sides with both hands, and ran back to the main house in a sneaky manner because of the cold.

As soon as I opened the door, I was enveloped by the warm breath that hit me inside and let out a long sigh. It was really worth burning all the firewood and coal.

She put down her cloak, sat back at the small square table on the right, grabbed a handful of several root-shaped herbs and stuffed them into the medicine grinder, then took out a mask and put it on tightly.

Holding the wooden handle with both hands, he worked hard to grind it into powder back and forth quickly, handful after handful. The plate was already half filled with white powder.

There was a stack of cut cloth bags on the table, and at the feet were a dozen palm-sized stones picked up from the back mountain.

Meiqiu used Jiang Henian's shoulder as a cushion and just as he jumped onto the table to pounce on the plate, she grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and threw him to the ground.

"Don't mess around here. Go play with Dewang."

Jiang Henian carefully patted his hands to remove the powder, looked around the roof, picked up a cloth bag with not very dense stitching, bent down and rolled it onto a stone.

…

The night was quiet, and the heavy snow fell silently, sinking into the thick ground.

The yard was dark and quiet. Even the chickens, ducks, pigs and sheep in the backyard were huddled together and lying down to sleep. The canvas tent above was weighed down by the snow, as if it would collapse at any time and bury the livestock below.

In the tightly enclosed shed next to it, a huge wolf closed its eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Its thickly hairy tail rose and fell slightly, revealing a bit of different-colored hair underneath.

The three connected rooms were all pitch black, with no light coming through.

Only the kitchen stove on the left was burning with a very strong fire. The red charcoal in the stove was crackling, and white smoke was coming out of the chimney on the roof. Just looking at it, one could imagine how warm and comfortable the kang in the main house next door must be.

A pair of black cotton boots covered with snow stepped silently on the snow.

The footprints moved silently towards the door, and even the wolf, who was the most alert even in his sleep, did not notice them.

The cold light of the dagger appeared from behind his waist and pointed towards the tightly closed door of the main house.

After a few breaths, the door silently opened a crack, and moonlight leaked into the dark room. The window on the wall could be vaguely seen to have been pushed open a crack.

A cold dagger gleamed in his slightly sharp eyes, the door was slowly pushed open, and the person slipped in.

The house was indeed as warm as another world. Pang Ji's body, which had been almost frozen after lying in ambush outside for two hours, instantly warmed up.

Moonlight leaked in through the window opposite, and Hou Wenying also came in quietly.

The two of them glanced at each other quickly in the dark, looked at the bulge in the quilt on the kang, raised their feet at the same time, and then, at the same time, they felt an unusual pulling sensation under their feet.

Oh no!

Pang Ji was startled! There was no breathing sound in this room!

"We've fallen into a trap! Retreat!"

In a flash, he and Hou Wenying both stepped back and turned around to rush out, but the door and window slammed shut in an instant. In the darkness, there were sounds of many silk threads breaking.

Stones covered in white powder fell from the cloth bag and hit from all directions.

The two reacted extremely quickly and kicked and blocked the attacks, but were covered in powder in the face.

"Shit! What the—"

Bang.

Bang.

The two fell to the ground one after another.

In the utility room on the right side of the main house, there was a tent with four thick quilts inside.

Jiang Henian sat in the tent, quietly lit a flashlight wrapped in white cloth, and poked his head out of the tent. He tilted his head and looked at He Jinshan who was standing by the door, and said silently:

"Done?"

He Jinshan's face was hidden in the darkness. He raised his finger, asking Jiang Henian to stay put, then quietly opened the door and slipped out.

Five minutes later, two lanterns were hung in the yard.

He Jinshan brought a bucket of water and stood at the door. Jiang Henian dipped a bamboo brush in the water and poured it into the house, like the Kitchen God Guanyin.

The white powder that fell on the ground quickly melted when it came into contact with water.

"Alright! It's done!"

Jiang Henian happily threw the pot brush away and took off the masks on himself and He Jinshan's faces.

He Jinshan curled his lips, lifted the bucket, and poured it all over the two people leaning against the wall outside the door without any hesitation.

The freezing cold water could revive even the dead.

“Cough cough cough…”

Pang Ji opened his eyes and looked at He Jinshan and Jiang Henian who were standing in front of him leisurely and condescendingly, as well as the wolf and rabbit who were full of energy. His stiff face twitched uncontrollably.

"Hi~ Pang Zhiqing, Hou Zhiqing, you're visiting our house so late at night."

Jiang Henian had a friendly smile and a playful tone, and she was holding a hot water bottle in her hand. From head to toe, she looked like a delicate city girl with rosy blood, smooth menstruation, and a warm and fragrant body.

In the eyes of Pang Ji and Hou Wenying, who were sitting in the snow with their hands and feet tied and their clothes wet, they deserved a beating very, very much!

Pang Ji never expected that he would be defeated without even touching anyone. His face looked extremely ugly and he kept a straight face and didn't say a word.

Hou Wenying calmed down first, controlling her trembling teeth. Her voice was still slightly drunk and charming, but without that deliberate charm, and was cold and aloof.

"When was it discovered?"

Jiang Henian's eyes turned and he explained generously: "When we were in the back mountain."

Hou Wenying was startled for a moment, but quickly reacted and chuckled, "Rabbit."

As she spoke, her eyes changed, and she said gloomily and cruelly, "I should have gone up and killed you that day."

Jiang Henian took a half step back to avoid her kicking legs, and smiled harmlessly, "Hou Zhiqing, now it's you who are tied up by us."

He Jinshan let go of Jiang Henian's arm, took a step forward, stepped on Hou Wenying's feet, and applied force instantly with an expressionless face.

It hurts——

There was a creepy sound of bones dislocating, and Jiang Henian shuddered when he heard it.

Hou Wenying groaned in pain, banged her head against the wall, and her legs fell limply in the snow.

"Hou Wenying!"

Pang Ji's face changed drastically, and he struggled to the side with his hands tied behind his back, "Hou Wenying! How are you?"

He turned his head and stared at He Jinshan fiercely: "You dare to touch her!"

He Jinshan said in a deep voice: "If you say another word of nonsense, I won't give you your legs anymore."

Hou Wenying was sweating profusely from the pain, and it took her a while to recover. She moved her legs trembling all over and laughed miserably, "Pang Ji, it's not broken."

Pang Ji's teeth were still chattering, and his eyes looked as if he wanted to tear He Jinshan apart.

The failure of the first mission, and the defeat before the fight, almost made him lose his composure, feeling angry and humiliated!

He forced out a sarcastic laugh through his teeth: "Do you think that you can rest easy just because you captured the two of us? The Empire has plenty of people coming to deal with you. Just kill us if you have the guts!"