I asked you to play the dungeon, but you are here to raise the BOSS?

Although the Song Dynasty was not good at military affairs and was known as "great cowardice" and "great delivery".

But the economy and commerce were still very prosperous.

In the early Song Dynasty, the court shortened the curfew time and closed the business hours of merchants to midnight.

In the late Northern Song Dynasty, people became more open and the curfew simply disappeared.

In the middle of the night, vendors selling midnight snacks could be seen from time to time in the shops on the street.

So Lin Xuan and Huang Rong didn't even have to prepare overnight clothes.

They came to Ximen Qing's mansion with a swagger.

***

From the perspective of merchants, Ximen Qing was quite powerful.

It took only more than ten years to go from a poor family to one of the best business elites in Yanggu County.

Not only did he run the only herbal medicine shop in Yanggu County.

He also lent money at high interest rates, helped people fight lawsuits, and colluded with the government...

The main business was a wide range of business, black and white, and making a fortune every day.

Since he was rich, he naturally lived in a good place.

Within the high blue brick walls, there were pavilions, ponds, rockeries, and rare flowers and plants.

"Ximen Qing was so rich that it would be easy for him to marry several wives and concubines, but he actually ran out to steal other people's wives."

Huang Rong walked around the back of the house, found a convenient place to sneak in, and stopped.

"A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine is not as good as a secret lover, and a secret lover is not as good as not being able to be loved."

Lin Xuan commented casually: "Those who can't get it will always be coquettish... well, they are ready to make a move."

"Mr. Lin knows a lot!"

Huang Rong was so amused that she rolled her eyes at Lin Xuan: "I don't know how many people Mr. Lin plans to steal?"

"I'm talking about Ximen Qing, what does it have to do with me? Don't slander me."

Lin Xuan stretched out his hand to cover his face with a scarf: "We are responsible for human lives after all, so we need to have a sense of urgency. You know?"

"You are quite good at changing the subject."

Huang Rong sneered, covered her face with a scarf, and climbed up a tree beside her like a squirrel with her hands and feet.

He took advantage of the momentum and jumped, and landed lightly in the inner courtyard.

Lin Xuan climbed up the tree like Huang Rong, tied a rope to the treetop, and landed on the ground quietly along the rope.

Then, he pulled hard, broke the treetop, and recovered the rope.

Huang Rong's Peach Blossom Island Qinggong must be combined with unique internal skills, so Lin Xuan can't be so graceful.

However, with the help of some tools, a similar effect can be achieved.

A gentleman is good at using things.

"Well, although this house is big, the layout is still quite strict."

"The main courtyard at the back is deserted, but the attic in the courtyard is brightly lit. It should be a guest, and Ximen Qing is accompanying him."

Huang Rong looked around and rushed forward confidently: "Follow me."

The two turned left and right, and just as they were about to enter the attic, sparse footsteps suddenly sounded on the wooden stairs, from far to near.

"Let's hide."

Lin Xuan pulled Huang Rong out and hid in the bushes beside.

Judging from the footsteps, the person coming should be a young woman who doesn't know martial arts.

Probably a maid or something like that.

Lin Xuan came here to kill Ximen Qing this time, not to destroy the family.

He didn't intend to make trouble with ordinary servants.

Killing her would not only do no good, but it would also easily lead to accidents.

"Hmm? Sister Chunmei, did you hear any noise just now?"

After a while, a girl dressed as a maid holding a tray walked out of the attic, her voice puzzled.

"I heard that it's probably a big rat that got into the bushes."

Another maid followed and said with a chuckle: "Xiaoyu, if you don't believe it, just go and catch it."

"You're making fun of me again! I'm not a cat or a dog, why would I catch a rat?"

The maid named "Xiaoyu" spat lightly: "I'm worried that a thief will come in, so I said that."

"Thief? Our master is famous, and there are no less than a hundred guards. How dare ordinary thieves provoke him?"

"If someone really comes in, he must be a master of flying over the eaves and walls. He can kill you with a wave of his hand, let alone meddling."

Chunmei seemed to think of something and sighed softly: "Even if a thief comes in, it's because the guards didn't guard well. It's not our sisters' fault. We just need to do our duty and don't worry about these things."

"Sister Chunmei is talking about ..."

Xiaoyu thought for a moment and nodded, "Then let's go back."

"Well, it's a good job tonight. They served us tea and let us leave, and also gave us some reward money."

"Yes, Mr. Zhai looked lecherous. I thought he wanted to keep me to sleep with him."

Xiaoyu covered her mouth and laughed, "But he waved his hand and let us leave. I'm afraid he's too old to be useful."

"Mr. Zhai is not a simple person. If he really wants you to sleep with him, it's not a bad thing."

"Hmm?"

"Look at the look of our master just now. He was not so respectful even when he saw the prefect."

"The guard that Mr. Zhai brought with him also gave me a strange feeling, as if he had killed many people.

Chunmei thought for a moment: "Just this guard is definitely not something that ordinary people can order around."

"Ah? So powerful?"

Xiaoyu blinked: "Then we sisters will find a reason to go in and send some food, and see if we can get rich. "

"You...are you looking for death?" Chunmei was so confused: "It's obvious that he wants to discuss something with the master in secret. I told you not to come again. Why did you run over there? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate?"

"Ah? Is he so fierce?"

Xiaoyu shivered: "Then let's go back to sleep."

"Yeah." Chunmei nodded and said no more.

The sound of the two people's footsteps disappeared into the distance and became almost inaudible for a moment.

"What's the fuss about?"

Huang Rong frowned slightly: "Let's wait for Ximen Qing to come out, then we might as well go up and have a look."

"Go up and have a look..."

Lin Xuan pondered for a moment: "Ximen Qing is not a good person, and anyone who can conspire with him is naturally not a good person. If it is convenient, kill them all, and you can probably get some reputation."

Lin Xuan was actually a little confused about this plot.

After all, according to the original work of Water Margin, Wu Song would not return until two months later to kill and rape.

Who knows what Ximen Qing was doing when Wu Dalang died.

Moreover, I saw the maid named "Chunmei" just now.

Lin Xuan also felt strange, and deeply suspected that there was another classical masterpiece integrated here...

But it doesn’t matter!

Anyway, he was going to take the route of a gangster.

Even if you don't like it, you don't need to consider so many details.

"Okay, let's just say that!"

The two quietly walked to the second floor, found a dark corner, and gently poked the window paper.

I saw a scribe in brocade robes sitting in the main and guest seats in the hall.

The scribe was in his forties, with an elegant appearance and a goatee beard. He looked quite dignified.

Lin Xuan estimated that this person should be "Mr. Zhai" the maid mentioned earlier.

Sitting in the master's seat opposite the scribe was a young man in his twenties or eighties.

The man looks fair and heroic, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised in a humble smile, which gives a very sincere impression.

Needless to say, this is naturally Ximen Qing.

In addition, there is a seven-foot tall man sitting below the two of them.

The big man has broad lips and a square mouth, and has a beard. He is holding a tea cup in his left hand and pressing his right hand on the handle of his waist knife, looking majestic.

"That big guy is a master!"

Huang Rong frowned slightly, stretched out her slender white fingers, and wrote on Lin Xuan's palm.

"How does it compare to Wu Song?"

Lin Xuan's heart trembled slightly, he held Huang Rong's little hand and stretched out his hand to write.

"It should be slightly inferior, but it should not be underestimated."

"Listen to them first."

"good!"