240 Going to Bao's House at Midnight
After Sun Sicheng finished his dinner, he immediately asked Wanli, He Jin, Xiaowu and Ruyi to come to his room.
"There is one thing today that Wanli and Ruyi know about. It is about the arrest of Awu and Ping'an two years ago." He carefully recounted the doubts at the time, "All the clues pointed to Bao Chengyang, but soon all kinds of evidence of his absence came out, and the culprit was also caught.
My friend had no choice but to tell me this quietly. I asked others to investigate for a long time, but in the end, we found nothing. We had swept the case too cleanly, and precisely because it was so clean, I was very angry.
Today I did some tricks on the old guy, not only because of this incident, but also because this old guy is too unscrupulous. I didn't intend to kill him. I just used this incident to punish him a little, which can be regarded as accumulating some good karma.
The Bao family will definitely invite me tonight, and his family must be in chaos. Think about how to use this opportunity to find out Bao Chengyang's background. If you really can't find out, you can only give up. After all, we are going to the northern border this time, and we can't delay at all."
"Master, when I left that day, I set up a simple trap. But later on, I heard that Mr. Lu was afraid of ghosts, so he thought it was a ghost trap and left in a hurry.
So I'll follow you guys a little bit, Xiao Wu will help me, I'll set up a simpler trap at the entrance of his courtyard, it will automatically break after two quarters of an hour, just to test whether he is really afraid of ghosts, and then give him some hallucination drugs, I should be able to tell whether it's true or not. "
After the dream, he really knew all kinds of formations without realizing it, including some very magical large formations. This was too mysterious, and he didn't want to tell anyone, including his master.
Regardless of whether it was useful or not, he wanted to burn more paper money for Master Hu on the 15th day of the seventh lunar month. He only gave them a simple funeral, and the gift they gave him in return was a gift that he could never repay in his lifetime.
Sun Sicheng and others were shocked that Ping An could actually control the time of the formation accurately. This was not easy, but no one asked about it. The ability belonged to Ping An, and Ping An had his reasons for not saying it.
He Jin said, "My Lord, I think it's feasible. I've practiced the Snow Steps quite well, and I'll help them when the time comes. As long as there's a 70% to 80% chance, it won't be considered an injustice to him. If he really colluded with the small tribes in the southwest, he deserves to die."
Sun Sicheng nodded and said, "The Bao family may have invited a master. You must be careful and wear night clothes. If you can't do it, just walk on the snow and return to the inn."
He Jin, Ping An and Xiao Wu all nodded.
The parties involved, Xiao Wu and Ping An, were even more furious. If this was true, then the old and young of the Bao family really deserved to die. It was almost that time, and the Sun family of Baicaotang would have been in disastrous shape.
Especially Xiao Wu, he wished he could commit suicide at that time.
Before midnight, there was a knock on the door of the inn, and the manager of the Bao family came to invite someone.
Sun Sicheng looked impatient, but after thinking about it he decided to go, taking Wanli, Ruyi, Dazhuang and Daniu with him. A quarter of an hour after they left, He Jin, Ping'an and Ruyi also quickly came down from the back window and quietly entered the Bao Mansion.
As soon as Sun Sicheng entered the gate of the Bao family, Bao Wangfa came to greet him: "I am so sorry, young master, my father took medicine shortly after he came back, and the effect was very good. He fell asleep, but he woke up in the middle of the night to urinate. Maybe he suddenly remembered something, so he was noisy and fainted all of a sudden, and then he had a high fever. It's really..."
Sun Sicheng shook his head: "Old Master, you place too much emphasis on certain things about men. In fact, for a man in his sixties, the most important thing to focus on is health preservation. After all, the longer you live, the more you can enjoy."
Bao Wangfa agreed, "To be honest, my father is good in everything else, but he is a bit annoying in this aspect. My second son originally planned to take the whole family to the capital, but with his personality, how could I dare to go? It would be embarrassing in the capital, but how could I dare to embarrass myself in the capital? Oh, I won't say more, please go ahead, my dear."
Sun Sicheng's lips curled slightly. He just used a little bit of the psychedelic drug made from Datura, which could stay dormant in the body for two hours and disappear into thin air after the effect. This was the most powerful trump card he had made with Master Qin in his life.
At the very least, you will become like this dead old man, at worst you will go crazy and die.
Only a few people closest to him know that Ping An will also use some of it tonight.
At this time, Old Master Bao woke up again, crying and cursing, as if he was cursing the two women and maids who had ruined his manhood. His curses were extremely ugly.
As soon as he saw his eldest son coming over, he shouted, "Wangfa, have someone drag those two bitches over here. I'm going to strip them naked in public and beat them to death."
Sun Sicheng stood his ground. He originally wanted to spare the old man. It was not easy for him to live to over sixty years old, but who knew that he was so bad.
Then he doesn't mind being unable to speak.
Bao Wangfa was ashamed. This time, after his father recovered, he would send him to a farm in the country and close the door tightly. He could let his father make as much trouble as he wanted, but he could not do that here, as it would ruin his second son's future.
Cheng Yang is not doing his best now. Despite all the noise here, he doesn't even bother to get up and take a look. He just lets a father in his forties take care of a grandfather in his sixties. Fortunately, the youngest son is doing well. At the age of seventeen, he is already a scholar.
Because his second brother and his wife had done their best to raise his youngest son, he couldn't let his father ruin his second son's future.
"Dad, please don't worry. The eldest master is here. Let him treat you well. I will take care of the rest, okay?"
Old Master Bao looked at Sun Sicheng on the side, his eyes suddenly brightened: "Young Master, you are the eldest master of Baicao Hall, right? Please help me, I can't let it get damaged. I have so many concubines at home, I can't let them live as widows, right? My Bao family has money, as long as you cure me, my son will not treat you unfairly."
"Dad, can you please be quiet for a while?" Bao Wangfa now even felt that he shouldn't have asked the eldest son to come over. He was so lively and energetic.
He is over sixty years old, but he still thinks about things that are not decent to talk about all day long.
If he was not afraid that his second son would lose his good job because of mourning, at this moment he even wished that his father would die, as life was too hard for him.
"My dear sir, thank you for your help."
Sun Sicheng suppressed his inner disgust and helped him diagnose. This old man also had typical diseases of affluence, with a very strong liver fire. He relied on the fact that the eldest son in his family could make money, the second son could be an official, and he had good in-laws, so he could not control his temper at all.
"Old man, you need to calm down. It's not good for your health to keep making a fuss like this. You have a fracture. We need to take it slow. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry."
Sun Sicheng said slowly, and there was nothing wrong with what he said, but it also conveyed a message to Old Man Bao, that is, he had a fracture in that area and it would not heal in a short time and needed to be treated slowly.
But he is already in his early sixties, how many years does he have left to live? What's the point of waiting until he is seventy or eighty?
He suppressed his anger. After all, the man sitting opposite him was the eldest son of Baicaotang, and he couldn't bring discredit to his son. Moreover, even if the silver needles trembled on his body, he didn't dare to do that.
Sun Sicheng curled the corners of his lips slightly. Along with the silver needle, a small amount of medicine was also inserted. If the old man fell asleep obediently, then there would be no problem. But if he continued to make noise, he would probably have a stroke.
After all, he was too kind-hearted and took life too seriously.
He took out another bottle of pills and said, "I have already given him one pill. If he has a fever again in the middle of the night, he can take another pill, but not more. For a low fever, wet a warm towel and apply it to his forehead. This is all I can do for Master Bao. He is old and his body resistance is weak. I am going back now. Come back tomorrow."
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