Song Nian had been guarding outside the door. He saw the carriage coming from afar and hurried forward to meet it.
Liuzi stopped the carriage and said, "Sir, we're here."
Yu Qizhe got off the carriage and walked towards the courtyard.
Liuzi was leading the carriage, Song Nian was walking beside him, and asked quietly, "Sir, what are you doing in Nanba Hutong? Is there anything wrong?"
Liuzi shook his head and said nothing. Although the young master did not have the temper of a rich young master, he was the master after all, and servants like them should not talk too much about the master's affairs.
Lu Jin was sitting in the main hall. When he saw Yu Qizhe come in, he looked at him and asked, "Are you sober?"
Yu Qizhe responded indifferently, sat down on the chair, and poured himself a cup of hot tea.
Mrs. Song came in with a steaming hot hangover soup, "Sir, drink a bowl of hangover soup, or you will have a headache tomorrow morning when you wake up from your hangover."
Yu Qizhe took the hangover soup and said, "You should go and rest early."
Mrs. Song retreated in response.
Lu Jin came forward and sat down next to Yu Qizhe. "What are you doing in Nanba Hutong?"
Yu Qizhe drank the sobering soup and ignored Lu Jin.
Lu Jin smelled a scent of powder at the tip of his nose, his eyes suddenly widened, and he stretched his neck to smell Yu Qizhe, "Are you going to meet a girl in private?"
Yu Qizhe pushed his face away and frowned slightly, "Are you born in the year of the dog?"
Lu Jin yelled, "Junior brother, you've only been in the capital for a few days and you've already become a bad person? You're being so unfair to my sister-in-law!"
Yu Qizhe didn't want to tell him too much, so he just said, "You still have to go to the Guard Division for duty tomorrow, why don't you go to bed?"
Lu Jin was unwilling to let him off easily, and said earnestly, "You were drunk just now and wanted to go back to Qingzhou to find your sister-in-law, but how come you went to find another woman in the blink of an eye? A man who is unfaithful and fickle will not have a good ending. For example, Chen Shimei was chopped off by a dog-head guillotine in the end. You must keep yourself clean and don't let your sister-in-law down."
"Am I that kind of person?" Yu Qizhe finished drinking the hangover soup, put the bowl down, stood up and said, "If you don't go to sleep, go to the yard to practice martial arts. I'm going to take a shower, change clothes and rest."
Lu Jin thought that Yu Qizhe didn't even care about Miss Miwu from Xinglou, so he didn't seem like the kind of person who would go around getting into trouble with women. He hurriedly said, "Song Sao has cleaned up my room. I'm going to sleep now!"
Yu Qizhe went back to the room to take a shower. Song Nian brought over two buckets of hot water. Yu Qizhe asked him to go downstairs and rest after he was done, and then he took off his clothes and got into the bathtub.
The hot steam could not cover his well-defined chest. Ever since the poison in his body was cured by Yu Jiao, Yu Qizhe's originally thin body has become sturdy and strong, no longer as skinny as before.
Outside the Yang Mansion, when Yang Jiyan got on the carriage, he was already sober.
Although he acted impulsively this time, Yu Qizhe did not regret it. It was just that such a lesson was not harsh enough and might not really deter Yang Jiyan.
He really didn't dare to think about what he would do if something really happened to Yu Jiao in Qingzhou, and what kind of things he would do.
Fortunately, she was fine this time.
Yu Qizhe exhaled deeply. Power is a good thing. He needs it too much. Only with power in hand, he can decide life and death, protect the people he wants to protect, and keep the people he wants by his side forever.
The pair of peach blossom eyes hidden in the mist became as deep as a pool, hiding unsatisfied desires and paranoia.
On the outskirts of Beijing, there is a remote and desolate farm. Two white lanterns at the door sway in the wind, as if they will be blown out by the bone-chilling cold wind at any time.
Two stealthy figures passed through the woods and came to the gate of Zhuangzi.
Both of them wore black felt hats that covered their faces tightly. The shorter one knocked on the wooden door of the manor.
The knocking sound of "dong dong dong" on the door, mixed with the sound of the wind like the howling of ghosts, foxes and wolves in the distance, and the cry of crows, seemed particularly creepy.
The two shaky wooden doors made a creaking sound, and a face as ugly as a demon appeared behind the door, half of which was covered with mottled scars from burns.
Even though the two men wearing felt hats had seen this face several times, they were still shocked.
"Come in." The ugly-faced man was not very old, probably in his early twenties. After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked into the house without paying any attention to the two people behind him.
The two men hurriedly followed him in, and the shorter man did not forget to close the wooden door tightly and bolt it.
"Ugly guy, which one?" The short man glanced into the room full of corpses. The corpses were all covered with white cloth. He reached out to touch the nearest one.
The ugly-faced man whom he called "ugly brother" slapped his hand away and rubbed his fingers.
Although the short man was dissatisfied, he still took out a heavy purse from his arms and handed it to the ugly boy.
The ugly man weighed his money bag and said, "The fifth one from the left, she was taken from the brothel, she's four months pregnant, and she's exactly what you want."
The short man was overjoyed when he heard this. He walked over, tore off the white cloth on the body, pressed the body, and said to the tall man, "Master, it's still fresh. The body is not stiff."
The tall man hummed, walked to the corpse, and asked the short man to open the medicine box on his back, revealing a row of brand new and shiny instruments, all made of wrought iron, exactly the same as the surgical knives and forceps Yu Jiao used in Qingzhou.
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