After the secret guards were sure that the madam was really fine, they reported to Huo Jingxuan and went to search for treasures.
Let's act separately to save some time, and when we're done, just let your wife collect it.
General Tang felt relieved. When he turned around, he remembered the woman covered in bruises on the bed.
Just when he was about to ask Leng Yue to go and take a look, Leng Yue shook her head and said, "It's too late. The person is gone."
General Tang sighed, "What a sin!"
He turned around and kicked Wang Fuhai, who was already unconscious.
In fact, Leng Yue also felt it was a pity for such a young girl.
There are two reasons why she couldn't be saved. One is that they came too late. She was a human, not a god, and it was impossible for her to save everyone.
The other thing is that the little girl has no will to survive. She doesn't want to live anymore. If she doesn't cooperate, even if a great immortal comes down to earth, there is nothing he can do.
She clearly saw General Tang, but she did not ask for help, not even a single signal to survive.
Leng Yue was too lazy to waste time and energy on such a person.
An Er pushed the door open and came in excitedly. He didn't forget to kick Wang Fuhai twice when he passed by.
"Master, Madam, this damn eunuch is really rich. The entire warehouse, three rooms, are filled to the brim with all kinds of good things."
He leaned close to Leng Yue's ear and said, "The gold and silver alone are worth hundreds of thousands of taels. They are so glittering that they almost blinded me when I opened the door. I asked my brother to guard it there. Madam, go and collect it quickly!"
An Er thought that his voice was too soft, but in fact everyone heard it. It was not because he had great martial arts skills or strong internal strength, but because he had a loud voice.
With that hoarse voice, he tried to whisper something, but it almost deafened Leng Yue's ears.
Leng Yue rubbed his ears, then looked up at the furnishings in the room.
I was so busy cleaning up that dead eunuch just now that I didn't have time to take a closer look. Whether it was what was used or what was displayed, everything was exquisite and all were good stuff.
It shows how favored this dead eunuch is, so why be polite? Just accept it!
Then Leng Yue started to walk around. Wherever she went, the good things immediately disappeared without a trace. When she stopped again, only some dead things that could not be moved were left.
Leng Yue even didn't let go of the writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone on the desk. Huo Jingxuan would write a letter or send a note by carrier pigeon when he had nothing to do. These things were useless, and they were very expensive.
General Tang also teased Huo Jingxuan, "Nephew, you have married a good wife who is thrifty and knows how to live."
"That's right, my wife is good in every way, there is nothing bad about her." When talking about his wife, Huo Jingxuan's expression was full of pride.
"You are really not modest!" said General Tang.
Huo Jingxuan immediately said: "I never learned these two words since I was a child, and I don't know how to write them at all.
Besides, if you were to marry a wife like Leng Yue, would you still be humble? "
The answer must be no, "I have to beat the gong and drum to spread the word about how good my wife is."
Huo Jingxuan spread his hands helplessly, "See, the facts prove that I have been low-key enough!"
While they were bickering, Leng Yue had already collected all the gold, silver and jewelry. She came back humming a song, which showed how much stuff she had. She was in a very good mood.
"It's done, let's retreat!"
Then he pointed at the dead eunuch Wang Fuhai who had fainted on the ground and ordered the secret guards, "Secret Five, Secret Six, you two throw him into a beggar's den, and it has to be one with a lot of beggars."
Anwu was fine, he just did whatever his lady told him to do.
The chatterbox An Liu insisted on asking, "Madam, why don't you just kill him? Why do you have to go through the trouble of throwing him into a beggar's den?"
An Yi kicked An Liu directly and said, "Why ask so many questions? Just do as I say."
Leng Yue looked at An Liu's childish face. It was normal for children to be curious.
He waved his hand to stop An Yi, handed An Wu two pills, and told him, "When you get to the beggars' den, feed the yellow pills to the dead eunuchs, and smash the white pills on the ground, and you two run quickly.
If you feel feverish, take these two antidotes immediately. If you don’t feel feverish, don’t take them.”
He handed two small black pills to An Liu and said, "Don't lose them, or you two will suffer."
Smart people already know what is going on. For a stupid person like An Liu, there is no need to explain it so clearly. After he sees it with his own eyes, he will understand everything.
As for An Er who looked confused the whole time, forget it. He just doesn't understand this. He just needs to eat well, drink well and be happy.
Following the order, Anwu and Anliu each picked up one of the dead eunuch's legs and dragged him away.
When they reached the threshold, everyone clearly heard two bangs, which were probably the sound of a eunuch's head being knocked to death.
If he continues to be dragged like this, the dead eunuch will probably only have his last breath left by the time he reaches the beggars' den.
That doesn't matter. At least he should have a taste of being ravaged before he dies.
Over the years, I don’t know how many people have been tortured to death by him.
This is retribution. It's not that there is no retribution, but the time has not come yet. When it meets the cold moon, it will definitely come then.
Just when everyone thought that tonight's operation was over and they could return, Leng Yue said to Huo Jingxuan: "Husband, lead the way. Didn't you say that the Prime Minister's Mansion is very close to the dead eunuch's mansion?"
Everyone suddenly heard Leng Yue mention the Prime Minister's Mansion, and then thought of her ability to deal with people, and they were inexplicably excited.
It seems that the good days of this old prime minister are over, and he can't even wait any longer.
Urging them to set off, "I know the way too. I'll lead the way, and everyone follow me." Mr. Qi, Mr. Liu, and Mr. Sun said at the same time, and they almost quarreled over this.
It can be seen that the old prime minister often made things difficult for the three of them.
When I suddenly heard that the Prime Minister was going to be in trouble, I didn't want to wait even a second longer and wished I could grow wings and fly over.
Leng Yue made him laugh for a long time, "Okay, anyone can lead the way, the destination is the same anyway, there is only one Prime Minister's Mansion in the whole capital."
The three of them stroked their beards and glared at each other, then they all laughed. Why did they suddenly become so childish?
Leave An Shi to wait for An Wu and An Liu. I forgot to tell them about going to the Prime Minister's Mansion. Don't come back to find them nowhere to be found.
Huo Jingxuan ordered An Shi, "Dig a hole and bury the girl in the house. Then, when they come back, set a fire before you leave to kill those snobs in the Jinwu Guards."
Then he took Leng Yue with him, and the others followed closely behind. They all used their Qinggong skills to rush to the Prime Minister's Mansion at a very fast speed.
Leng Yue really admired these ancient people. Each of them was good at both literature and martial arts. The literary ones could decide the fate of the world with a pen, and the martial ones could bring peace to the world on horseback.
She decided to ensure that these lovely ancestors had good food and drink on the road in the future, and try to write less or even no ancient poetry to reduce the learning pressure on future generations.
It is said that ancient people are bound to be demoted, and when they are demoted, classics will emerge!
She had to break this tradition, take them hunting during the day, collect some money at night, and then have a barbecue or a midnight snack.
Their schedule was fully packed, and when they had free time all they wanted to do was sleep, and they had no time to think about writing poetry.
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