Pei Zhixing couldn't bring himself to do anything cruel, and he didn't know where to start.
In fact, although the second son Jing Shengcheng was holding his aunt, his eyes never left Pei Zhixing.
If Pei Zhixing made any move, his identity as a spy would be obvious.
Of course, behind Jing Shengcheng, there are Jing Shengqiao, Jing Shengshi and Jing Shengzhu, who are on high alert.
Just when all of them were on guard against Pei Zhixing, a masked man in the opposite attic, holding a crossbow, aimed at Pei Zhiqian's heart.
A long arrow came through the air.
However.
Just as the long arrow was about to pierce through the swaying curtain, it was pierced by a long arrow from the opposite side.
The two arrows collided and fell to the ground.
Wu Er'er looked up in disbelief.
On the roof opposite, it was none other than Jing Shenghua?
He was dressed in a white robe and stood lightly on the bluestone tiles.
Why is he here?
Wu Er'er knew that if he fought forcefully, the other party would definitely guess his identity.
In order not to disrupt all the plans, he glanced at Pei Zhiqian and withdrew rationally.
"What's the point of running? I'll give you half an hour and I can easily find you!"
The fifth brother Jing Shenghua pinched his fingers and smiled contentedly.
Xiao Lin was worried that Pei Zhixing would not take action against Pei Zhiqian out of consideration for their family, so he asked Wu Erer, who was secretly lurking in the palace, to take action.
I was sure the plan would succeed.
Who knew that Cheng Yaojin would appear halfway?
"Damn it, Jing Shenghua must die!" Xiao Lin slammed his hands heavily on the table.
Those ancient poems that were written out from memory were scattered on the ground.
In previous lives, Mu Qingran had written many ancient poems for him, which he thought were good and even copied a copy himself.
Just waiting to see Mu Qingran take action.
Unexpectedly, he wrote so many ancient poems, but he just couldn't remember "Autumn Residence on the Ba River".
He even pricked more than twenty needle holes on the back of his hand.
None of it worked.
Originally... I could use this opportunity to make Mu Qingran realize how powerful I am and come back to me obediently.
"hateful!"
Xiao Lin punched the table again.
The rectangular table broke into two in an instant.
He hated that Mu Qingran didn't write the well-known "Quiet Night Thoughts"!
Even if it's "Song of Pity the Peasants", it's good too.
"I thought the lord wouldn't kill my brother."
At some point, Pei Zhixing appeared in Fengyue Hall.
Xiao Lin frowned, looking at Pei Zhixing with a somewhat cold look: "The plan of faking death has a flaw, you know what I mean."
"Why? Didn't the lord say that we can recite Mu Qingran's poem from memory?" Pei Zhixing grabbed Xiao Lin's arm impatiently.
His eyes were sad and lifeless.
Instead of sending someone to deliver the poem, he sent Wu Er'er to kill his own brother.
"I think Zhiqian will make the same choice!" Xiao Lin put his hands behind his back and glanced directly at Pei Zhixing's questioning eyes.
“Those who achieve great things do not dwell on trivial matters, but know how to act. You understand what I am saying.”
"Chu Fu said that Jing Shenghan intercepted a letter between Zhi Qian and him. Fortunately, the letter didn't say anything else. So, sacrificing Zhi Qian would protect Chu Fu, which is a wise move."
Pei Zhixing gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, "My lord, you are talking about fake death."
The lord in the past would tell him that great undertakings are important, but human life is more important.
However, his current lord told him that those who achieve great things do not care about trivial matters, and sacrificing his brother is a wise move.
Pei Zhixing smiled bitterly, turned around and walked out dejectedly.
When he reached the stairs, Xiao Lin called him from behind.
"Pei Zhixing, if you forget your mission because of this incident, I will kill you!"
Pei Zhixing glanced at Xiao Lin with a pale face.
He turned sideways and bowed, "Knowledge and action... remember the master's teachings!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked out of Fengyue Hall.
As Mei Qingyi, he approached Jing Shengcheng, the Minister of Works.
Jing Shengcheng did not doubt him because of his appearance, but admired him very much.
"Please sit down." The second brother Jing Shengcheng held Jing Qiaoqiao and pointed to the seat next to him.
Pei Zhixing smiled faintly and sat down.
"Have you agreed? Are you willing to come to Dongning Courtyard?"
[My nephew, lust is like a sword hanging over your head. Have you finally fallen for it?]
[Hey, you're all just looking for beauty, I can't laugh at you.]
Love face?
Are there any dogs of this breed in this world?
My aunt really comes up with a new word every day.
The second brother Jing Shengcheng coughed twice and his eyes fell on Pei Zhixing's face in front of him.
He lowered his voice and said, "Master Mei, I have a secret that I have never told anyone."
Mei Qingyi listened attentively.
Jing Shengcheng covered his mouth with one hand and laughed out loud: "I am lustful."
Pei Zhixing: There’s no need to say it.
"Because you look like a woman, I am attracted to you. But I am not a homosexual, so... I have no intention towards you."
Jing Shengcheng explained foolishly, "I opened this Dongning Courtyard just to make money. The girls here are all beauties I found from all over the place. They are all talented."
[So my nephew isn't gay, that's good. It saves me from having to mess around with the couple until I get hurt.]
[Nephew, please don't turn this place into something like Chunhua Garden.]
That's disgusting.
[My sister-in-law will definitely be the first one to take up arms and destroy this Dongning Courtyard.]
Seeing that his aunt had misunderstood, the second son Jing Shengcheng immediately explained, "Of course, the girls in Dongning Court only perform and never receive guests!"
Pei Zhixing, who had just mocked Jing Shengcheng in his heart, suddenly dilated his pupils.
Never... take customers?
"really?"
"I, Jing Shengcheng, am a minister of the Ministry of Works, so I must be honest in what I say." Jing Shengcheng patted the swaddling clothes lightly. "How about I swear in front of my aunt?"
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