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Inside the room, Wu Weian was holding three strings of candied haws and slowly closed the door.
He admitted that he was moved.
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Yang Mansion.
As evening approached, the sun was obscured by clouds and it was already dark outside.
The study was dark and gloomy because there was no light on.
A man in white sat behind the table, a modest gentleman, gentle as jade.
Hidden in the darkness nearby, there was another man. His face could not be seen, but his voice could be heard: "Your Highness has said that the three years of planning have now reached a critical moment and there is no room for any carelessness. This matter will be handed over to Young Master Yang. Young Master, please do not let Your Highness down."
Yang Weitian smiled confidently, "Please inform Your Highness that I have a plan in mind. If it succeeds, not only will the Third Lady of the Ji Family be admitted as a concubine, but I'm afraid the Seventh Son of the Ji Family will also be in danger of his life."
These days, ever since he and Ji Yunxi broke off their engagement, Yang Weitian has been keeping an eye on her every move.
Even Ji Yunxi was interested in that small Wu family.
At the Snow Banquet, he delivered a heater in front of everyone, and also personally led people to the Wu family to deliver a bunch of miscellaneous things.
Ji Yunxi had also done these things to him, Yang Weitian, back then.
She did this on purpose to irritate him, perhaps even because she was so hungry that she had no choice but to eat anything.
Yang Weitian saw this and felt quite disdainful.
Even the candied haws were used to ask for money, which was so low-brow and contemptible.
If her Ji family didn't do this, Yang Weitian would still consider their past friendship.
And now, it’s no wonder he’s wrong.
Then Wu Weian must die, and the cause of his death is that Ji Mingshuang is dissatisfied with this marriage, □□.
The Ministry of Justice and the Dali Temple are both the Fifth Prince's territories.
As long as there is solid evidence, Ji Mingshuang will definitely die!
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In the next two days, there were many more invitations to the Wu family's house.
The eldest and second sons were invited to attend the banquet.
Just think about it and you will know that the person who comes has bad intentions.
Wu Wei'an did not have the habit of "going to the mountain of tigers even though he knew there were tigers there", and he always rejected them as cold.
Wu Er naturally listened to his elder brother in everything.
But there are so many posts, it’s not a big deal to keep rejecting them.
And some of them are irresistible.
For example, the banquet hosted by the son of the Imperial College’s chief priest.
Before setting off, the brothers Wu Wei'an and Wu Er specially brought a servant with them.
That is the sweeping monk in the house.
At the corner of the alley, Wu Weian looked at the young masters of the aristocratic families who were greeting each other at the door in front of him, and whispered, "Xuezhu, go to the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion and tell Miss Ji San that I am here and ask her to come quickly."
Xuezhu nodded and turned to leave.
Wu Weian felt relieved. He pulled his brother's sleeve, huddled beside him, and walked forward.
As they walked, Wu Er asked quietly, "Brother, is today's banquet really so dangerous?"
Although Wu Er grew up in the mysterious Wu family, he had seen many strange things in his backyard over the years.
But he has always been well protected, so he always has the habit of thinking the best of people.
For example, this time, Wu Er felt.
Even these young masters who came to the capital looked down on them because of the third lady's attitude towards the eldest brother.
At most, he would just turn a cold face and ignore it, why would it come to this?
Wu Wei'an took in all the movements around him and replied, "Your life should be safe, but there will be a lot of trouble."
Wu Er: "Will the third lady definitely come?"
Wu Wei'an raised his eyebrows: "I am the husband she carefully selected, what do you think?"
Wu Er was shocked by the implication of these words: "Brother, have you agreed to marry the third girl?"
Wu Wei'an lowered his eyes, quite reserved: "No, it depends on her performance today."
Wu Er: “…”
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Xuezhu's martial arts skills were superb, so it only took him half a cup of tea to get from here to Qingyuan's rear residence.
Taking into account the distance Ji Yunxi had traveled, there was more than enough space.
Wu Weian could guarantee that he would be able to leave the residence of the master of the Imperial College safely today.
But no matter how much Wu Weian planned, he would never have thought of it at this moment.
The subordinate who had been working diligently to sweep the floor and head of the Wu family for several years had a small problem.
He can't stand seeing the ground dirty.
The snow bamboo had just floated onto the roof and had only floated a few alleys when it saw the alleys below were full of residual snow mixed with dead leaves.
And all kinds of dirty things dropped by passers-by.
Snow Bamboo floated down and stood aside.
He thought that since he was good at martial arts, he could sweep the floor quickly too.
It only takes a moment to clean this alley, so it won't be a problem if I fly quickly to report the news.
Moreover, the young master is here, and his martial arts skills are unfathomable, far superior to his.
So the second young master in the family will not be in danger.
It’s okay to be late.
Xuezhu convinced herself and decided to do it.
He picked up a discarded broom from the surrounding area, fiddled with it until it was usable, and then began to sweep the floor.
When no one passes by, he is just a ghost.
When someone passes by, he moves as slowly as a turtle.
An alley was swept quickly.
The remaining snow was neatly pushed aside and pressed into tofu blocks.
The fallen leaves were also swept into a pile, piled up in a round shape in the corner.
Xuezhu clapped his hands and continued to complete his mission of reporting the news.
But it turned out that the sanitation conditions in the second alley he passed were also very poor.
Before he could decide whether to continue cleaning or report the news, his hands and feet seemed to have their own consciousness and had already started sweeping.
Half an hour later, the snow bamboo that had swept through almost one-fifth of the city's alleys finally arrived outside the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and explained his purpose with his young face covered with several pimples.
The guard at the gate of the Qingyuan Marquis Mansion said, "But the third lady is not at home now."
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