Dafeng Night Watchman
Chapter 56: Chapter 56 The Core of the Plan

Chapter 56: Chapter 56 The Core of the Plan

The maids boiled hot water, and Xu Qian'an took a bath under their help. When the clothes were taken off one by one, what appeared in the eyes of the two maids was a tall, muscular and masculine body.

The muscle lines were smooth and full, with inner strength, exuding the charm of a strong

man.

The two maids were not rookies, but veterans who had served many officials in bathing. Some were potbellied, some were thin, and some were muscular... They had rarely seen a body as well-proportioned and muscular as Young Master Yang, and it was not lacking in

explosiveness.

This was the magic given by the peak of the Refining Essence Realm. The body was in the most suitable state for fighting, without excess fat, and the muscles would not be too swollen to affect flexibility.

When Xu Qi'an came to the bedside with only his underwear and naked upper body, the courtesan who was sitting on the brocade couch in a light gauze dress had a dazed look in an instant, staring at Xu Qi'an's chest and abdominal muscles.

The maids left the master bedroom on their own initiative. Xu Qi'an lifted the brocade quilt embroidered with mandarin ducks and just got in, Fuxiang came over, hooked her hands around his neck, hung her plump and soft figure on him, and breathed in Xu Qi'an's ear, saying in a sweet voice: "Sir."

A stream of fragrance penetrated into his nose, and Xu Qi'an, an honest man who never went to brothels, had a serious face and tensed his body.

The courtesan was surprised for a moment, and laughed foolishly: "Is the young master a virgin?"

Thinking of this possibility, her body softened.

No, I also experienced women in my previous life... I just haven't slept with a stunning beauty like you... Xu Qi'an pondered and said, "Miss Fuxiang, have you ever heard of a magical skill?"

"What magical skill?"

"Touch the pillow for three seconds and you will fall into a deep sleep."

"... Hehe, I don't believe it."

"Then stay away from me, I'll show you."

The courtesan smiled and stepped back, thinking that he was playing with fun.

Three seconds later...

"Snoring, snore."

Fuxiang pushed him: "Young Master Yang..."

"Snoring, snore..."

Fuxiang: "???"

...

At night, Xu Qi'an woke up with a start. After a silent sigh, he heard the long breathing beside him and felt the soft and smooth body next to him. He forced himself to fall asleep again with great determination.

The next day, at the hour of Mao, Xu Qi'an's biological clock naturally woke up. He felt something heavy on his body. He opened his eyes and saw the courtesan sleeping next to him, with a long white leg on his waist and a snow-white arm on his chest.

Xu Qi'an carefully took her hands and feet away, got up and quickly put on his clothes. When he was sorting his clothes, he angrily found that the silver bills in his purse were gone.

There was only a small jade mirror less than the size of a palm left in the purse.

Xu Qi'an's first reaction was that the maid in Yingmei Pavilion stole the silver bills while he was asleep, which was not impossible.

Yang Ling was just a scholar. Although his social status was not low (false), what was the Jiaofangsi? It was a government-run brothel, backed by the Ministry of Rites.

He was just a scholar. If someone stole money and denied it, what could Xu Qi'an do?

The Jiaofangsi did not care about reputation.

The Jiaofang Bureau doesn't care about reputation, but Miss Fuxiang does. If this matter gets out, which customer would dare to spend money here... Xu Qian'an judged that the courtesan should not know about it, and it was the maid who was tempted by the money and couldn't resist the temptation of the banknotes.

While he was annoyed that he was careless and didn't keep the banknotes well, he walked to the bed and planned to wake Fuxiang up.

But at this moment, he glanced at the mirror casually, and Xu Qian'an's face suddenly froze.

There was something vaguely on the originally clean jade mirror. Looking closely, it was a few banknotes that were faintly visible.

The texture was light, like a painting carved in the mirror.

What? A row of black question marks in Xu Qian'an's mind.

How did my banknotes get into the mirror? This is my hard-earned money... Spit it out for me, or I'll smash you...

He held the small jade mirror and shook it hard, pretending to tip it over.

With the sound of "Hua La...", the silver note appeared out of thin air, floated in the air for a while, and slowly fell to the ground.

In the silent room, Xu Qian'an held the mirror and did not speak for a long time.

So, this mirror is really a treasure? Is it my luck, or did the Taoist priest deliberately give me the mirror?

If it is the latter, what is his purpose, why did he give me the treasure and discover my inexplicable luck?

How is this possible? Cai Wei, who is proficient in the art of looking at qi in the Si Tian Jian, did not replace my special... Taoist priest, I am not familiar with the Taoist system at all.

After a while, he took a breath of cold air.

This inexplicable gift makes people feel uneasy... Hiss, pick up the silver note first.

Xu Qian'an hid the jade mirror in his arms and put the silver note in his purse, keeping them separately. Then he quietly left the room and enjoyed breakfast with the maid's service.

"Sir, don't you wait for the lady to wake up?" asked the little maid.

Normally, when a guest gets up, his wife will also get up, but this guest is a little strange and sneaked out by himself.

No, no, I'm afraid she will scold me as worse than a beast... Xu Qian'an said calmly: "I have urgent matters."

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A few hours later, Xu's house.

Xu Xinnian and Xu Cijiu sat in the study, with hot tea at hand. Xu Pingzhi was energetic and

not tired.

Xu Erlang looked a little depressed.

Neither the father nor the son spoke, and tacitly did not mention what happened last night, as if no one had been to the Jiaofangsi.

The silent atmosphere was a little stiff, until Xu Qian'an's arrival broke the awkward atmosphere between the father and son.

"Why did you go for so long? You took a bath right after you came back. You can't take a bath

in the Jiaofangsi?" Xu Ershu raised his eyebrows and complained.

Xu Xinnian coughed, not wanting to hear his father talk more about the Jiaofangsi, and said:

"Did you gain anything?"

Xu Ershu immediately stopped complaining and put on a posture of listening carefully.

Xu Qi'an told them the news he got from Fuxiang and told them his plan.

"The core of this problem is how do you kidnap the concubine of the Marquis of Weiwu?" Xu Xinnian pointed to the key point and said:

"If this link cannot be solved, this plan will not succeed."

Uncle Xu pondered and said: "First send someone to watch, and then replace an opportunity to

take action. The concubine of the Marquis of Weiwu will definitely have followers when she travels, but not too many, after all, she is not a legitimate daughter. We can create chaos and then take the opportunity to kidnap people."

The Xu Qi'an brothers listened. In terms of experience in handling affairs, Uncle Xu has more

say.

"If we do it during the day, it will be difficult to kidnap someone in public. Once we attract the imperial sword guards patrolling the city, we will suffer the consequences. At night, it is

impossible for the two of us to break into the mansion at night."

Xu Qian'an smiled mysteriously: "What if I can solve this problem?"

...

In the front hall of Xu's mansion, the doorman Lao Zhang found a servant fainted in the flower garden when he passed by. He rushed forward in panic and found that he was just

fainted.

Lao Zhang woke him up and asked, "Why are you unconscious here?"

The servant looked blank for a moment, as if he remembered who he was and where he was. Facing Lao Zhang's question, he scratched his head:

"I was just boiling water for Dalang, and he was bathing in the room. I only remember that Dalang suddenly asked me to come in... and then I can't remember it."

The doorman Lao Zhang looked at the servant for a moment, "How do you feel?"

"My head hurts a little."

"Does your butt hurt?"

"...No."

Lao Zhang and the servant looked at each other and felt relieved.

.....

In the Sitianjian, Song Qing, with increasingly dark circles under his eyes, was lying on the

table, which was filled with bottles and jars of messy objects.

He did not do alchemical experiments today, but threw himself on the table and wrote

furiously.

"Why are the fruits after grafting better? What mysterious rules of heaven and earth are

involved? If the grafted things are indeed better, then I will graft people and horses together, and Dafeng will not have to worry about the scarcity of war horses."

"Every soldier is a horse, which can not only run long distances by itself, but also fight bravely. This will enhance the combat capability of Dafeng's army..."

He became more and more excited as he wrote, and his whole face was radiant.

At this time, a man in white came in and shouted excitedly: "Brother Song, the alchemy wizard Xu Qi'an is here and wants to see you."

Alchemy wizard is the nickname given to Xu Qi'an by the white-clothed people in the

Sitianjian.