Every time I wake up, I take the blame for the villain

Soon after they came to the inn that day, several women gathered.

Fenghuaxueyue, this name is very suitable for Ouyang Ke's personality.

These people around Ouyang Ke are still somewhat useful. Their abilities are beyond doubt, which saves Jiang Chen a lot of worry. Often, soon after he gave the order, Bai Feng and others basically handled the matter properly.

Jiang Chen sat on the wooden wheelchair with very delicate carvings, his eyes far away.

He did not ask people to carve flowers and dragons. Some people did this unnecessarily. I'm afraid they are really interested in the drawings, or other drawings he may have in his hands...

He faced a dark night.

The weather was not very good today, and the sound of wind and rain outside gradually became louder.

Jiang Chen pushed the wheelchair to the window and looked at the deep night. This darkness was reflected in his eyes. Gradually, when the wind came, even the few lights disappeared.

Thunder rumbled, accompanied by white lightning that cut through the night sky. A flash of white light also flashed in his dark eyes.

The door was quickly opened and closed.

Bai Feng came to find him, ran in quickly and bowed to the ground, "My Lord, the carriage is ready, when are we leaving?"

"My Lord?"

After a long time of silence, Bai Feng raised her head slightly, wanting to secretly observe his movements, but coincidentally but unluckily, her eyes met his lowered gaze. Those eyes were too quiet, which made people feel an inexplicable sense of depression. Her heart sank, and she hurriedly looked away and lowered her head. She had to speak out to break the strange silence, "Young Master..."

The silver snake was coiled on the wooden handle obediently. The elegant and gentle young man in white clothes had long hair and played with a dagger in his bony hands. He cut a knife with his fingertips. The red blood dripped from his fingertips and fell on the snake's body. He didn't even frown. The blood seeped into its body, and the snake turned a strange red.

In such silence, Bai Feng seemed to hear the violent beating of his heart. For some reason, this time when he saw the young master, his temper was even more unpredictable. Even she, who had always been favored, didn't dare to say anything in front of him.

As Bai Feng thought about this, cold sweat soon oozed from her forehead. She didn't know what she had done wrong to make him say nothing. After a long while, he asked in a gentle and casual voice, "Oh? Where do you think I will go back to?"

Bai Feng was slightly surprised and blurted out, "Isn't the young master going back to the villa?"

Jiang Chen's lips curved slightly, "When did I say that?"

"..." Bai Feng was speechless when he met his eyes. Yes, he didn't say he would prepare a carriage to go back to the villa, but just said to pass on a message.

The candlelight reflected in his eyes made it difficult to see his true thoughts. He just advised, "You shouldn't speculate rashly."

Bai Feng hesitated for a moment, and when she reacted, she knocked hurriedly, "I am wrong. I should never guess the young master's intentions at will. Please forgive me this time!"

Jiang Chen's eyes moved away, and his mind fell on the rainy night again.

In the rainy night, there were dead leaves knocked down by the storm.

Bai Feng looked at his back for a long time, and then heard him say without any ups and downs, "Get up. When the rain stops, we'll set off."

His hands were always on his legs, and the cold wind poured in from the window, blowing his white robe rustling. Seeing this, Bai Feng gritted his teeth, took a fur coat from the side and covered his legs without saying anything. "Young Master, I heard that a stormy night is not good for leg injuries. Young Master, don't look at it anymore, close the window and take a rest."

Jiang Chen looked down at the woman kneeling on the ground and said slowly, "You are overstepping your authority."

Bai Feng bit his lip, "No matter what, Young Master should take good care of himself. If Young Master wants to punish me, I will have no complaints!"

The lightning outside the window rumbled through the darkness.

His eyes stayed on her for a long time, and he didn't know what he was looking at, and then moved away. He slowly stretched out his hand, and the already red snake wrapped around his wrist. He had no joy or anger, but just symbolically curved the corners of his lips, "Go down."

White lightning flashed outside the window. He was looking at her with his back to the window, his long hair was blown by the cold wind, and his expression was hard to discern in such a fleeting light. Even after a long time, Bai Feng was chilled when she thought of this scene, and cold sweat dripped down her back. But she didn't know why she was chilled, because the young master was obviously smiling at that time.

Such an expression on his face was more like a dream to her.

The heavy rain lasted for five or six days, and Jiang Chen had never put the matter of leaving on the agenda.

Originally, Ouyang Feng was against him going back to Baituo Villa alone now, but he didn't persuade him in the end.

One thing that can be called comforting is that the old craftsman who made the wheelchair really couldn't resist the temptation of the drawings and came to the door himself.

Jiang Chen had expected it. When he saw Bai Feng looking for someone to make this chair, he already had a target. Because the target was him, the drawings were sent up, and the finished product could be obtained within three days.

Ordinary craftsmen don't have such good skills.

…

No matter where you are, there are always ruffians, and the leaders of the ruffians in a place are always some seemingly ordinary people.

The leader of the ruffians on the streets of Lin'an West has a very serious profession, a craftsman. But he is not an ordinary craftsman, and he is known as "Lu Ban No. 18" in the world.

It is said that the craftsmanship is passed down from Lu Ban Zhenren, and now it has reached the 18th generation.

Although this name reminds Jiang Chen of the past, Jiang Chen doesn't mind such a similarity as long as he lives up to his name. Because he needs such a person.

If he doesn't need it, when he is reminded of the past, he will usually choose to end the unstable factors that make him think about the past.

"No. 18" was introduced by Bai Feng to see him.

Jiang Chen sat on the newly obtained carved wheelchair, pressing his hands on the drawings on the table.

Because the wind blew over and lifted a corner, but he held it down and did not fly away.

"No. 18" stood at the door. When he came in, Jiang Chen put down the paperweight to suppress the drawings, stopped his hand and turned around.

He stretched out his hand to straighten his sleeves, his brows and eyes were so plain that it was chilling.

"No. 18" is already an old man over fifty years old, with gray hair. His voice is hoarse, which makes people feel uncomfortable. "It seems that the young master has already anticipated the arrival of the old man?"

Jiang Chen tilted his head and agreed, "It's just an ordinary way to treat guests. It's not easy for an old man to come here, so I should treat him with courtesy..."

"No. 18" sneered, "That Lu is really flattered. I'm afraid there are not many people in the world who can ask the young master of Baituo Mountain to treat him with courtesy." As expected, he is an old and cunning fox, and he speaks with half a tone of voice. It’s true that I calculated his interest in these drawings and lured him in. However, I still did Tai Chi with him here. I refused to tell him the purpose first and lost the opportunity...

exasperating! How annoying!

But when his eyes fell on the chair he had made by himself, and when he saw the drawings pressed down by the paperweight, he felt really itchy and his eyes were glued to the table.

He came closer and pounced on him with a strong heart. With so many drawings coming out, what this little fox wanted would probably cost a lot, something that could bankrupt him. Wouldn't it be better to take the opportunity to grab the empty-handed White Wolf?

The corners of Jiang Chen's lips curled up, and Baifeng beside him suddenly became excited and secretly prayed for the old man. Hmm... This is not a betrayal of the young master. She is just thinking about how the young master is going to torture this old guy who doesn't know what to do... she just wants to sympathize with him in advance.

"Keng!"

As he got closer, the iron claws in his hands came out, and every time he waved, he brought up a strong wind.

Jiang Chen's expression remained unchanged as he sat on the chair, turning sideways to avoid the attack.

When his iron hand waved, Jiang Chen used his inner strength and instantly retreated several feet along with the wooden table beside him. The wooden table made a harsh creaking sound as it rubbed against the ground.

Not long after, the two had already fought for dozens of rounds.

Until the end, when the old man's iron claw was about to pierce his chest, the smile on Jiang Chen's face gradually deepened.

The cold feeling on his neck stopped his attacking movements for an instant. Cold sweat immediately covered his back, and he said dryly to Jiang Chen, "You..."

Jiang Chen picked up the still-cooled tea bowl and took a sip. He turned his head and gave a gentlemanly smile to "No. 18" who was stiff and dared not move. "Why don't you try the new Biluochun?"

In this situation, he didn't dare to say no...

The sound of Snake Letter's hesitation was close to his ears.

"No. 18" sat on the table with his hands and feet together, picked up another cup of tea on the table, drank it all, and smiled in a very silly way, "Hey! Whatever the young master says, it will be whatever it is!"

Jiang Chen was quite satisfied with his understanding, "Since we have reached an agreement, why not be more honest."

"No. 18":...

Ahhhhhh! Old fox! One day we have to get this back!

He angrily took off the human/leather mask on his face, and it turned out that he was still a fat and round young man of sixteen or seventeen years old. At this time, he no longer deliberately pretended to have the rough voice of an old man, "What? The old fox is holding the blueprint again. Seducing me, and threatening me with a little broken snake, what do you want to do?" When he glanced at the drawings on the table, he was still excited. He got closer, and then he found that the key points were blocked by the paperweight.

Ahhhhhh! hateful!

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes, and three words escaped from his lips, "Old, fox, raccoon?" Little Broken Snake?

"No. 18" immediately chose to avoid danger obediently, "No, no, no, don't get me wrong! It's me, it's me, it's me..."

Jiang Chen snorted and leaned back on the chair, "I heard that you are the number one tyrant in Lin'an City?"

"No. 18" raised his head and glanced at him. He somewhat understood his intention, but he didn't quite understand why a person from the Western Region had such an intention. He was silent, and the snake around his neck immediately twisted its body, hissing and hesitating. The sound rang in his ears, and he nodded as if pounding garlic, and immediately replied, "Oh! Young Master, yes, yes, yes. Yes, yes, yes, one tyrant, one tyrant, one "

Then the cold feeling on my neck became quieter again.

"No. 18" was secretly scratching his head in his heart.

Jiang Chen glanced at him and said, "It seems that you are very dissatisfied?"

He shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no, whatever you say, young master, is right! Hehehehe!" He smiled very doggedly.

It's also very untrustworthy.

Jiang Chen:......

It's surprising that someone with such a shaky stance can still hang around here for so long.

"Tell me, who is the boss of Lin'an City now?" Jiang Chen asked him with a smile, holding a porcelain cup.

"It's you, you're the boss!"

"Well..." Jiang Chen nodded, "I hope you can always be so understanding."

"Take it." He threw him a brown pill.

"No. 18" hesitated for a moment, then asked with a stiff face, "Boss, no, do you still want to give me poison/medicine to show your loyalty?"

"You can choose not to eat."

"Really?" "No. 18"'s eyes flashed brightly, such a kind boss?

Jiang Chen nodded again, stretched out his hand, and the silver snake left "No. 18" like a flash of lightning and wrapped around his wrist, "But this is the antidote. The poison is in the Biluochun just now."

"No. 18" quickly found a basin to spit out.

"Don't struggle in vain." Jiang Chen looked indifferent, added another sentence, and suddenly asked in surprise, "Why is there incense in the room today?"

Bai Feng understood, "Oh... Report to the young master. This doesn't seem to be incense... I was careless for a moment and seemed to have taken the wrong thing."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "What did you take?"

Bai Feng frowned and thought for a while, "It seems to be the wrong bone poison that the owner of the manor used to punish traitors a long time ago..."

"No. 18": ...

Wow, scheming men and women! Damn it! Damn it! ! !

A slap in the face brings a sweet date, Jiang Chen just regarded those drawings as a gift to his new subordinates.

Jiankang is not far from Lin'an Prefecture, and the distance to the battle between Jin and Song is just right. It is suitable for both gathering information and developing power.

Lin'an Prefecture has been turbulent recently. Wanyan Honglie has come to inquire about the news of the Southern Song Dynasty. Hua Zheng and others on the grassland should have arrived soon. The capital is no longer peaceful, and they should be asked to develop in another place.