The next day.
The Third Marquis' residence.
The heavy snow had stopped, and the sun shone down on the snow-covered ground, dazzling everyone's eyes.
Early in the morning, a guard hurriedly ran into the Poison Zone, heading straight for the main hall.
Na Tuo was sitting inside.
He had been sitting there for an entire night!
The guard came in, trembling with fear. He knelt on one knee and reported, "Your Highness, this subordinate is incompetent. The assassins managed to escape."
Escaped!
Hearing this, Na Tuo's expression changed, and he was instantly enraged. "Useless! You're all useless. "
The guard said, "Please forgive me, Your Highness!"
"In such a short period of time, assassins entered the residence twice, and they escaped each time. How did you do your job?"
The guard trembled. "This subordinate is incompetent, but the assassins' martial arts were too high, and they disappeared after escaping. This subordinate didn't know where to start, and I was afraid of attracting the Second Marquis' men, so … I could only come back to report to Your Highness."
Just as he finished speaking …
After Na Tuo heard this, he immediately grabbed the teacup in his hand and threw it at the guard.
The teacup hit the guard, and then fell to the ground.
"Bang!"
It instantly smashed into pieces.
The guard didn't dare to move, and he lowered his body even more. "Please forgive me, Your Highness. This subordinate … This subordinate really had no other choice. The assassins disappeared after escaping. We searched for an entire night, but still found nothing. Your Highness, this subordinate really tried his best. Please forgive me, Your Highness."
"Forgive? You're incompetent, and you want me to forgive you? Do you believe that I can take your head right now?! "
"Please forgive me, Your Highness."
Na Tuo was so angry that his eyeballs almost popped out.
Not being able to find the assassins in the residence was equivalent to giving himself a hard slap in the face.
And he couldn't even cry out in pain.
If Na Yan knew about this, he would probably make a fool out of him again.
Thinking of this, he felt a chill run down his spine, and he gritted his teeth!
At this moment, he really wanted to tear those assassins apart with his bare hands, but he couldn't find them, so he could only suppress his anger.
He clenched his fists and shouted, "Scram! All of you, scram. "
In this situation, no one was willing to stay here.
When everyone heard this, they hurriedly retreated.
He was afraid that the fire would really burn.
At that time, there might not even be ashes left.
Tuo Ze was alone in the hall, and began to smash things with a crackling sound.
The tables and chairs were all smashed by him.
The porcelain was also smashed into pieces.
It was like setting off firecrackers.
The people outside didn't dare to approach.
No one dared to enter.
At a time like this, even the most courageous person wouldn't dare to pluck the fur off the tiger's head.
Na Tuo stood in the middle of the hall with rage burning in his eyes.
…
On the other side.
After the thrilling battle last night, Jing Rong and the others rested for the night and recovered their strength.
Early in the morning, Li Cheng sent someone to inform Ji Yunshu that after a full day of searching, they had finally found several places that were similar to the doornails.
Tell Ji Yunshu to hurry over!
Due to Lang Po's injury, Jing Rong and Ji Yunshu didn't inform him. Bai Yin was waiting for Lian Que to retrieve her sword, so she also stayed in the residence.
At this moment, Lang Po woke up as soon as they left.
He noticed that he was much more energetic and the wound on his arm had healed a lot.
As soon as he woke up, Song Zhi prepared a meal for him.
"Young Master Lang, you're awake. I made you something light. Have some, don't mind my cooking."
Lang Po asked, "Young Master Song, thank you. I can make it myself."
"You're injured, how can I let you do it? Besides, I have nothing to do early in the morning. "
Lang Po was embarrassed.
He looked at the three dishes and one soup on the table.
Egg soup, pea tips, tofu, lettuce.
They all looked good.
Lang Po sat down and suddenly thought of something. "By the way, where's my young master?"
Song Zhi said, "Someone from the city's department came just now, so Young Master Jing and Miss Ji went over."
"Why didn't you inform me? I'll go too! "He got up and was about to leave.
But Song Zhi stopped him. "Young Master Jing told me that you should stay here and recuperate. It's better if you don't go and eat first."
Lang Po said, "I'm fine with this injury."
"You lost so much blood last night, how can you be fine? You should listen to Young Master Jing and rest first. Young Master Jing specifically told you not to make things difficult for me. "
"You're making things difficult for me."
"I'm just listening to Young Master Jing. He told me and I agreed. If you really go over now, it'll be difficult for me."
"…"
After some persuasion, Lang Po reluctantly agreed to stay.
He could only sit down and eat the food Song Zhi had prepared.
As soon as he ate, his eyes lit up.
"Young Master Song, did you make this?"
"Yes."
"I didn't expect scholars like you to be so good at cooking."
"As the saying goes, books have their own houses of gold, and books have their own beauties. I only know how to cook because I read some books on cooking."
"How amazing." Lang Po praised him while stuffing food into his mouth. "If there's a chance in the future, I'll get a few books to read too."
Song Zhi smiled without saying anything. He felt sore all over, so he clenched his fists and lightly hit his thighs and neck.
Lang Po saw him.
He asked, "Young Master Song, are you alright?"
"I'm fine."
"Then why did you hit your thighs?"
"I … Maybe I accidentally fell."
"Fell?" Lang Po was skeptical.
Song Zhi nodded. "Yes, I fell."
"How did you fall on your thighs? And your neck? Your injury isn't small. Why don't you quickly find a doctor? "
"No need, no need. I'm fine." He smiled indifferently.
Lang Po did not continue to ask.
He held the bowl of egg soup and drank it.
Song Zhi continued to hit his thighs and massage his neck.
Last night, he was crushed by Lang Po until his whole body ached!
Moreover, that fellow liked to snore and grind his teeth at night. He even liked to talk in his sleep.
That night, Song Zhi almost went crazy.
But because that fellow was injured, he was too embarrassed to push him away and disturb his sleep.
Therefore, for the whole night, he lay motionless on the bed, letting that fellow press him as he pleased.
And at this moment, that fellow was eating happily.
He held the bowl of egg soup and finished it all.
He even seemed to have an insatiable appetite.
Soon, he finished the other three plates of dishes.
Song Zhi had originally made some for himself, but he did not expect that the fellow would eat them all. He could only sit at the side and swallow his saliva, sitting quietly.
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