It was not until Wang Xun and the other two disappeared at the entrance of the garden that Wang Lingyun slowly lowered his head and took his eyes back from the crabapple tree.

"Come!" His eyes suddenly flashed sharply and he called out faintly.

The two dark spies responded when they heard the sound, appeared quietly from a rockery, respectfully came to him and knelt on one knee, quietly waiting for his orders.

"You said that a boy from a farmer has had a lot of bad fortunes since he was a child. He even sold a child bride to buy a jade pendant. This kind of person suddenly became a stunning talent one day. Is it possible?"

The two secret spies knelt quietly, without saying a word.

Wang Lingyun looked up at the sky and continued to ask indifferently: "On the night, from waste to wizards, not only did they make water trucks and make mosquito coils, but they also invented secret recipes for anti-suspensions in summer, and even proficient in gambling. Such a change has been astonishing, isn't it too outrageous?"

The two secret spies were still kneeling quietly, still not saying a word.

They are just spies rather than strategists, so how can they show off in front of the young master?

Of course, Wang Lingyun did not intend to get an answer from the secret spy's mouth. His question was actually just a confusion that he talked to himself, and a subconscious expression of his contemplation.

"Wake up overnight, and all the meridians are open. Is there really something in this world that suddenly opens the orifices? There is really a saying that a natural saint is born?" His tone was gentle, but his eyes were sharp and stern: "So what if it is really open to the orifices? A genius who has not grown up can only be lost in everyone..."

"Anyi, you should immediately take a team of secret spies out and investigate Han Yue's affairs. Use the day he made mosquito coils as the dividing line, and carefully follow his performance before and after, such as what he said, who he met, where he had been, and where he had been, all of these must be found out for this master, and then take them on the detailed record paper to analyze it."

His tone was still faint, his face was still uninterrupted, his voice was soft, and he seemed not willing to waste any effort even when he spoke. He was so slow that he seemed to tell a trivial matter casually, but the information revealed in his words was meticulous and rigorous, with complete thoughts and arrangements, like rivers and waters flowing in a continuous manner. The secret spy with the code name Anyi looked serious and carefully recorded all his words, for fear of missing a little.

Wang Lingyun didn't care whether he could understand it or not, waved his hand gently and said lightly: "You go!"

"Yes!" The man with the code name Anyi saluted respectfully, stood up and quietly took a few steps, and then ran away.

Another secret spy still knelt respectfully, waiting quietly for Wang Lingyun's orders. He knew the young master's style of doing things. If there were special secrets, he would have reservations even to his own people. Now, when the secret was sent out, he left himself alone, which was obviously an order was issued.

He guessed right...

Wang Lingyun slowly spoke until Anyi's figure left the garden: "Anyi, I'll order you to take a team of secret spies out. Remember to choose some chickens and dogs. After it gets dark, you will go directly to Tianjiazhuang, Outer Chang'an City. No matter what method you use, you must get the IOU back from Han Yue. Forty-million yuan, no matter what you want..."

He said this, glanced at An Er lightly and said lightly: "If the mission fails, you will attack hard. Even if you kill and set fire, you must achieve your goal. If necessary, you can use your lives to pile up..."

"..." Sweat was oozing from the forehead of An Er.

Stealing IOU?

Don’t even think about this. It’s as rich as 400,000 yuan. Han Yue must have kept his IOU. Wang Lingyun’s plan may have been forcibly robbed from the beginning.

However, force is required to rob. Although Han Yue is powerless and the people of Tianjiazhuang are all a bunch of mud legs, An Er knows that this task is not easy.

Because he knew that there was a girl named Luo living in Tianjiazhuang, and she was guarding Han Yue.

The woman was a descendant of Qiao Luo Cheng, a cold-faced silver spear. She was born with super-human martial arts. She already had a heroic figure who was better than blue than blue. She once killed one round and one million Turks on the grassland.

Once a master enters the top, he will not be afraid of group battles at all. The so-called "spending human lives" is just a joke.

An Er's forehead was even more sweaty. Although Wang Lingyun said that he could use his life to pile up when necessary, An Er knew that this was just a vague word from the superior. In fact, he only had one real meaning, that is, let him An Er take action to fight himself.

He An Er was once a famous gossiper in the Tang Dynasty.

He also had a period of invincible youth.

But when An Er faced the girl of the Luo family, he had no confidence.

"Forcibly grab the IOU, let's get the lives of people? Haha, maybe I won't be back tonight..." An Er's heart arose a little sadness. He couldn't help but look up, his eyes contacted Wang Lingyun, but found that the other person's eyes were full of indifference, without any regret.

"Well! If you die, you will die..." He gritted his teeth suddenly, bowed to give Wang Lingyun a bow, stood up and ran away.

From beginning to end, Wang Lingyun didn't say a word, and even the smile on his face did not change.

It was not until the moment An Er was about to go out that he seemed to think of something and said lightly:

"Whether this matter is successful or not, my mother, I will order someone to release it..."

An Er's body shook and looked back at the garden. He saw Wang Lingyun standing under the crabapple tree with his hands on his back. The wind blew the leaves and his sleeves fluttered, like a drop of immortals coming to the world, and he was so splendid that he could say.

"You devil..." The corners of his mouth twitched, and he almost said the words in his heart. Just because he thought about the safety of his mother, he sighed helplessly, turned his head and ran away as if he had left...

...

In the garden, Wang Lingyun kept watching An Er leave, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"A person who cannot fully control is a hidden danger by keeping it by his side. An Er, do you really think that I don't know that you are angry?"

He stood under the tree with his hands behind his back, smelling the faint fragrance of flowers in the crabapple, but his eyes looked extremely cold.

From a distance, the whole person looked like a statue, silent and unpopular...

...

A gray-clothed servant ran over panting. He stood in front of the garden door and did not dare to raising his foot in the door. He just looked at Wang Lingyun with anxious eyes, hoping that the young master would notice him.

"What's the matter?" Wang Lingyun looked up at Haitang and asked faintly.

He didn't look back, but he knew that the person who came was just a servant. No one in the garden except for the elders of the family or those he recognized could enter.

This is his rule.

When he set this rule, he was only twelve years old.

At that time, some servants bullied him at a young age and deliberately violated him as a test. However, in the end, these people turned into dead people and their bodies were buried in the garden.

"Don't you want to come in? Then don't leave." This is what he said when he was twelve years old. Since then, no servant dared to offend him again.

The servant is also an old man in the family, and even his close command, but he also needs to abide by this rule. The man stood at the door, and because he ran too fast, he gasped unevenly. He tried his best to adjust his breathing, try to make his speech smoothly, and answered Wang Lingyun's question carefully.

"Young Master! When the second young master was learning the family law, he couldn't bear it and fainted because he cut off his little finger and was unable to bear it. Now he has been brought back to rescue by the second wife..."

"Is there any more?"

"The old lady in the second room felt sorry for her grandson being punished and threatened to go to the patriarch to ask for an explanation. She said, she said..."

"But it's okay!"

"She said that you are vicious and you don't care about your compatriots. You are a cruel person. If you are in power, you will probably be doomed."

"Well, it's in line with the old woman's personality! Is there any?"

"When my subordinates came back, the old lady of the second house was connecting with other branches of the legitimate lineage, and even sent a letter to the Wang family of Langya, intending to bypass the patriarch through joint signature and remove the powers of your son..."

When the servant said this, he looked at Wang Lingyun carefully. Seeing that the young master's expression remained unchanged, he said the last sentence tremblingly: "And it is, they want to deprive your legitimate son of inheritance right!"

"Is that true!"

Wang Lingyun looked up at the sky, reached out and picked a crabapple flower and placed it on the tip of his nose and smelled it.

It seemed that the fragrance of flowers was very refreshing, and his face was filled with relaxed and freehand paintings, and there was no sign of anger at all.

However, the servant knew that all this was a manifestation.

The outcome of the old woman in the second room may not be too wonderful!

Sure enough, I heard the young master's voice as if he was bathed in spring, still so gentle, but bitingly cold:

"You go to Chang'an West City to buy a few bottles of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water. At midnight, you will personally bring someone to the old lady. Tomorrow morning, take the old lady's body to the yamen to seek justice..."

"I obey the order! Let's do it now!" The servant dared not refuse, bowed and agreed, and left quietly.

Wang Lingyun chuckled faintly, picked a charming crabapple flower again, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed it gently.

Huoxiang Zhengqi Water is a good medicine, and it will not kill anyone if you drink it.

What really makes people die should be something else.

But who will know?

The servant couldn't say it, nor did he dare to say it. Therefore, the death of the old lady of the wealthy family of Wang was blamed on Huoxiang Zhengqi Shui.
Chapter completed!