Chapter 116 My mission is accomplished

Ji Tong looked at her suspiciously. Could she be so kind?

But Jiang Kangan was also beside him. Since they were brothers, he and Jiang Wenjing should be similar. He had been able to make Jiang Wenjing feel pity for him before, so Jiang Kangan should not be much worse...

Ji Tong knew his appearance advantage very well. He could easily arouse people's sympathy.

Even if others scolded him as "a good man with a foxy face." So what.

As long as it is useful, it's fine.

Ah Fu walked past him. Ji Tong restrained his eyes and coughed lightly. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Jiang Zhiyu say again: "Say it out and make us happy."

Ji Tong: "..."

He knew it!

Perhaps he was mentally prepared, he was not surprised at all when Jiang Zhiyu said this.

"Miss Third, please don't make fun of me."

He gritted his teeth, and Jiang Zhiyu chuckled.

[You are not angry at all, elder brother should have seen the clues, right?]

Jiang Kang'an lowered his eyes.

Indeed, since it is about his family, and he is looking for him, their friendship is deep.

Zhiyu said this, and he was not angry about the matter, but about the words...

"Zhiyu is a child, Mr. Ji, don't take it to heart."

Jiang Kang'an's words were obviously protective, and Ji Tong's mouth twitched, saying: "Miss Third is a person of temperament, I have seen it a long time ago."

Footsteps came hurriedly, and the two servants were sweating profusely. When they saw Ji Tong, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"Young Master..."

Jiang Kang'an had no intention of listening to their explanation, his face calm: "For not serving you well, you will each receive 20 lashes, and this month's salary will be deducted. If you do it again next time, you don't have to return home."

The two servants immediately turned pale, kowtowed to thank them, and looked at Ji Tong with trembling eyes.

Ji Tong clenched his fist and saluted: "Then I won't bother you two anymore."

After he left with the two servants, Jiang Zhiyu declined Jiang Kang'an's invitation to dinner and walked out of the courtyard with his head shaking.

[My mission is completed~]

[Now go find that monk! ]

Monk?

...

In Wanxiang Courtyard, the servants were slacking off, and when they saw Jiang Zhiyu coming in, they were all startled and broke into a cold sweat.

Jiang Zhiyu ignored them and went straight to the woodshed. The servants looked at each other, no one dared to stop him, and no one dared to follow him.

The woodshed was locked, Jiang Zhiyu used an axe to chop it cleanly and kicked the door open.

Wu Jing felt something was wrong when he heard the noise, and hid behind the firewood before the door opened, but he was too big, so Jiang Zhiyu saw him at a glance.

"Don't hide, your master is gone."

Wu Jing was shocked, but he had been cheating for so many years, and his psychological quality was still very strong.

He walked out from behind the firewood, stood up straight, and made a gesture: "Amitabha, the donor is joking, how can a poor monk have a master."

His eyes paused, and he said impassionedly: "If it is true that there are gods and Buddhas in the gods."

He put on a posture, and it really looked like that.

Jiang Zhiyu: "..."

[I asked why the weather is sunny, but it turns out it was you who made me speechless. 】

She raised her lips and smiled: "Gods and Buddhas?" She approached step by step: "You said I will kill you now, will your gods and Buddhas save you?"

Wu Jing is used to looking at people's eyes. When he saw the murderous look in her eyes, he knew that she was not joking, and he immediately became serious.

"Auntie, Auntie, just treat it as a fart that will be blown away by the wind. Don't take it seriously. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

He nodded and bowed, not even half of his previous demeanor.

Jiang Zhiyu waved her hand, Wu Jing leaned over to listen, and couldn't help but smack his lips after hearing it: "Hiss, Miss, this plan is really..."

"Stop talking nonsense, just leave it to you, and you will be rewarded after the task is completed."

Upon hearing the reward, Wu Jing nodded repeatedly: "Miss, don't worry, leave this matter to me, and you can wait to hear good news."

As he spoke, he secretly looked at Jiang Zhiyu. Obviously, she looked so well-behaved on the outside, but she was unexpectedly a black-hearted person.

"Then I will..."

"Tonight at midnight, I will send someone to open the side door, and you will sneak out from there. When you deliver the message, put the letter under the bricks at the base of the wall. Do you understand?"

Wu Jing nodded repeatedly.

After Jiang Zhiyu gave the instructions, he swaggered out of Wanxiang Courtyard.

Time passed by minute by minute, and soon it was midnight. When Wu Jing arrived, he carefully pushed open the door of the woodshed, touched the wall, and walked towards the side door.

Song Shiwei brought him in through the side door, and Wu Jing had already memorized the route, so he walked smoothly all the way. When

he saw the wide-open side door, his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled down, and his feet could not help but quicken their pace.

Agreeing to Jiang Zhiyu was just a temporary solution. Who would get involved in their mess when they really leave the prime minister's residence? The money he got from Song Shiwei is enough for him to live a luxurious life these days. When he leaves the house,

how can she, a delicate lady, find him? Impossible!

He felt relaxed for a while, and felt refreshed when he left the house. He looked around and ran away!

But he hadn't run a few steps before he retreated in panic, with fear in his eyes.

A man in black stood in front of him with his arms folded, looking at him as if he was looking at a dead person. Wu Jing retreated step by step, and the man in black approached step by step.

"Help, help!"

Wu Jing ran to the prime minister's residence in a panic. The place he couldn't wait to escape from before became his shelter at this moment.

He twisted his foot and fell to the ground.

Seeing the black-clothed man's dagger about to pierce his body, Wu Jing closed his eyes in despair.

"Ding——" The sound of swords slashing rang out. Wu Jing opened his eyes and saw the delicate lady in the daytime, holding a long sword, knocking the short knife out of the assassin's hand!

Wu Jing's eyes were as big as copper bells, and there were only two words in his mind.

Fuck!

After seeing her fighting back and forth with the assassin, and even having the upper hand, Wu Jing swallowed his saliva and his legs were shaking.

Seeing that he was already scared, Jiang Zhiyu smiled sarcastically and deliberately dodged. When the assassin rushed over, he pierced the assassin's throat with a sword, and blood immediately covered Wu Jing's face.

Wu Jing was already so scared that he lost his voice. The assassin was lying on top of him, but his hands seemed to be stuck in cement and were too heavy to lift.

Jiang Zhiyu had no intention of helping, and stood beside him with his arms crossed, looking at him with a gloating look.

A strange smell floated in the air, and Jiang Zhiyu frowned. Seeing the water stains on the ground, he turned his face away.

He was actually scared to death.

"Now you understand, even though I let you go, there are many people who want your life. You are lucky today. Otherwise, you would die in the alley, and no one would be able to find you until your body stinks."

Wu Jing came to his senses.