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Chapter 94: Thunder Shock

Tieniu touched his head and looked at Wang Ruyan in surprise. He thought to himself, "Are all the women in brothels today so loyal?"

Xiaohong raised her head and looked at her young lady in surprise. She grabbed Wang Ruyan's arm with her little hand and shook her head desperately. She thought to herself, "Miss, you are crazy."

"This Master Wu is indeed powerful. But Ban Zhang is even more powerful. Why do you live and die with him? You are obviously going to hell together. I don't want to die. Wuwuwu."

Wu Nian also looked at Wang Ruyan in surprise, but quickly calmed down.

"As expected of Miss Wang, you really regard death as home. Okay. I will live and die with you." He cupped his fists and saluted Wang Ruyan, then called Tieniu and said, "Let's go."

"yes."

Tieniu responded.

Wang Ruyan's eyes showed joy, she turned her head and said to Xiao Hong, who was trembling with fear, "Help me get in the car."

"Hey." Seeing that the young lady had eaten the weight, Xiaohong became determined. She was dejected and sighed, helplessly helping Wang Ruyan get on the carriage, and then she got on herself.

The group of people gathered around the two carriages and strode toward Yegu Mountain in the south.

Jiang County Town, Zhang Mansion.

For the people in the mansion, today is another ordinary day. They do whatever they have to do. Half-hearted, that's one word.

"stable."

Zhang Youwei got up a little late today and didn't open his eyes until three o'clock in the morning. He is fifty years old this year and his energy is not as good as before.

not to mention.

Zhang Youwei looked at the two young girls on the left and right. Not only were they the same age, but they also had the same appearance. They were twins sent by a customer not long ago.

Zhang Youwei, as half Zhang's head of the family, has had countless daughters, but this is the first time for such beautiful twins.

The taste is really unforgettable.

Zhang Youwei smiled contentedly, showing rare tenderness. Without disturbing the sleepy twins, he carefully lifted the quilt and stood up. He ordered his personal maid to get hot water, took a shower and changed clothes, and then went to the outhouse to have breakfast.

The breakfast at his house is also sumptuous. Although it is not as good as the food served by the dignitaries in the capital, it is still top-notch in this Liaodong area.

There are twelve dishes for breakfast, the main course of which is a bear paw.

As the saying goes, you can't have your cake and eat it too.

The delicious taste of bear paws really makes people want it.

Zhang Youwei especially likes this bite. Every once in a while, he will eat a bear's paw. It's not that he is reluctant, but there are not many bears on this mountain.

Among the more than ten dishes, Zhang Youwei only ate half of the bear's paw and basically left the rest of the dishes untouched. He raised his head and said to the maid serving beside him: "Take the dishes back to the kitchen to heat them up. When the two young ladies wake up,

Serve it again."

"Yes." The maid responded, then went out and called the three maids in, and together they cleaned up the mess.

Zhang Youwei stood up and walked out of the room, then suddenly stopped. He raised his head and looked up at the sky, with a look of confusion on his face.

What should I do today?

As the head of Ban Bian Zhang's family, he has countless people serving him. He does not need to worry about family matters.

Just eat, drink and have fun every day.

What a worry.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Youwei remembered something and strode to the study. Yesterday, his friend Li Xiuyuan sent a picture of a tiger descending a mountain by a famous painter of this dynasty. He liked it very much.

Go and see it today.

By the way, you can also hold a painting party, invite three or five friends to enjoy the paintings together, and write inscriptions and postscripts. It is really elegant.

Zhang Youwei walked leisurely along the corridor to the study. At this moment, a steward rushed towards him with sweat profusely.

The huge Zhang Mansion needs a lot of people.

Under the housekeeper, there are stewards. They are also divided into internal stewards and external stewards.

Among the house slaves, one person is inferior to ten thousand people.

Zhang Youwei was a stickler for rules. When he saw the steward in such a mess, he couldn't help but get angry and said, "My ancestors said it's good to be slow and slow. It's really an eyesore to see you in such a mess. Go and receive ten whips yourself."

After hearing this, the steward broke out in a cold sweat. But he didn't care about the argument. He knelt down in front of Zhang Youwei and kowtowed: "Master, something serious has happened. The third young master has been kidnapped."

"What did you say?" Zhang Youwei stood still and looked at the steward in stunned silence.

He thought he heard wrongly.

This special code is really funny. My son doesn’t travel far and spends most of his time outside Jiang County. Who dares to disturb Tai Sui?

Dare to kidnap the third young master of my Zhang family?

Besides, I am very concerned about my son's safety and have many followers and guards.

How could he be kidnapped?

The steward had no choice but to tell Zhang Youwei exactly what he had just heard. Zhang Youwei still didn't believe it until he got Zhang Qiongshan's half sleeve and asked Zhang Qiongshan's personal maid carefully.

Only then did he believe this ridiculous thing.

In the hall, Zhang Youwei was sitting on the imperial chair, his face ashen. Below him stood many stewards of the Zhang family, all with their heads lowered and frightened.

Zhang Youwei's right hand grasped the armrest of the Taishi's chair. Veins popped up on the back of his hand and his hand trembled slightly.

All the people around his son, except the coachman, were killed. This Xiaoqi from Beishan Fort was really ruthless, no joke.

But special code.

What's funny is.

He didn't even know about this.

That's right.

Ban Bianzhang's business is too big. There are all kinds of businesses, how can he manage it? This business of selling horses and cheating can't alarm him at all.

"Who is responsible for this matter?" Zhang Youwei's head was buzzing, he took a deep breath to calm down, and raised his head and asked.

"It's Zhang Ningding." A steward said with a trembling hand.

"Call him over." Zhang Youwei said.

"Yes." The steward responded and quickly went down.

"Go and invite the county magistrate." Zhang Youwei raised his head again and said to another steward.

"yes."

The steward also responded quickly and left quickly.

Soon after, the county magistrate Bao Wei arrived first. He had already heard about the incident and broke out in a cold sweat.

"Sir." Although Bao Wei was a county official, his attitude was extremely humble after entering the door. He first saluted Zhang Youwei.

Zhang Youwei had no fame, but he also donated money to get a fourth-grade official title. It happened that Bao Wei was also a donated official, he was really an old-timer.

Zhang Youwei usually gave Bao Wei three thumbs up, but he was in a bad mood now, so he just hummed and asked Bao Wei to sit down.

Bao Wei exhaled and carefully sat down on the guest seat.

He cursed Wu Nian half to death in his heart.

You, a little Xiaoqi, a seventh-grade military attaché, dare to commit such a murder. You really don't deserve to live long.

It doesn't matter if you think you have a long life, you still burden me.

He didn't even think about it.

Is this incident Wu Nian's fault?

Wu Nian asked Li Sheng to bring the money and do business in a reasonable manner. Not only did the money go in, but the people even went into the jail.

He put on formal clothes, took his seal, put up his official tree, and rode to the county government office to meet the county magistrate.

In the end, I drank a cup of tea and waited for a long time.

It is truly a rebellion forced by the government and the people.

If it doesn't make sense, then it can only be.

The common man was angry and held a frost-white steel knife. No matter whether he was a prince or a prince, he was still a man of gold and jade.
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