Honey, you didn't really drugged me, did you?-Chapter 299 - 133 Wife: Husband, I can do it_2
Following that, she brought the letter close to the oil lamp, ignited it, and watched as the flames consumed the envelope.
She seemed to be talking to herself, "The evidence is all burned up. If someone killed me now, then who would know what he has done?"
Her voice carried a magical quality that reached Chen Jie's ears, as if it were meant for him to hear.
Or perhaps it was a kind of hint?
"Truly crazy."
Chen Jie replaced the roof tile, leaped away, and vanished into the darkness. Huang Wan'er, watching the flames burn down to nothing, waited a while and discovered no one had doubled back.
Feeling somewhat disappointed yet also surprised, she said, "Could he be really in love with me? Not taking such a good opportunity to kill me?"
That's right, he hasn't gotten his hands on the Spirit Transformation Grass yet.
"Huang Wan'er, Huang Wan'er, it seems you won't be dying for the time being… Avici Hell~"
As she spoke, she again remembered the pleasure of Avici Hell and fell limply onto the bed, where she fell asleep.
In her dream, she once again mounted her beloved steed, galloping freely across the vast grasslands, unrestrained and filled with wild pride!
...
Late at night, Luogu Lane.
A small shop with an oil lamp burning. A cobbler dressed in gray, hunched over, was diligently repairing a boot. In his hands, he held a hammer and called out for small cobbler's nails.
In front of him was a pair of black leather, thousand-layer sole boots.
One could tell at a glance that these were the kind of boots only the wealthy could afford.
In this era, shoes could distinguish a person's class. Officials and businessmen wore boots, common folk and small traders wore cloth shoes, and even poorer people wore straw sandals.
And cobblers generally catered to those who wore boots. Cloth shoes, one could just sew at home and wear them again, and for straw sandals, if they broke, you just weave a new pair yourself.
Only those with a bit of money who were not big-time households, needing to maintain appearances with their boots, would come to repair shoes, and such clients weren't few.
After all, who didn't have a pair or two of good shoes at home.
Ding ding ding...
The cobbler was focusing on repairing the boots when someone walked down the street towards him, carrying a sword and slowly stopping in front of the cobbler.
The cobbler didn't even lift his head, "Shoe repair?"
Fa Cai looked at the scruffy cobbler, frowned slightly, but still spoke, "[Sui Yang extinguished the lords, thus he could ascend to the throne; I am willing to follow suit]."
Upon hearing this, the cobbler paused, looked up at Fa Cai, and said, "[Zhang Liao submitted to Cao Cao, hence he became a Great General; finally enlightened!], come with me."
The cobbler stood up, not minding the half-repaired shoes on the ground, and turned into the house.
Fa Cai followed him to the back yard, and then into a cellar.
Inside the cellar was a young scholar, flipping through a book.
The cobbler said, "Mr. has been waiting for you for a long time."
At this moment, Fa Cai looked towards the young scholar and was taken aback, recognizing him.
This person was none other than Tang Ziyue, known as Nan Batian's brain trust among his entourage, and referred to as Little Zhuge in Jianghu.
Tang Ziyue, while looking at his book, saw Fa Cai arrive and said, "You've come half an hour later than I expected."
Fa Cai frowned, "You knew I would come?"
Tang Ziyue said, "After the words Old Peng said at the banquet today, I knew you would come."
"So certain?"
Tang Ziyue smiled, "Since his youth, your Old Master has been cultivated by Peng Shizhong as his successor. He has always felt that he is the heir to White Tiger Hall. Now, right after Zheng Chuan's death, Peng Shizhong didn't even consider him, directly promoting Chen Jiusi."
"No one could bear that. So, it's not surprising he sent you."
Having said this, Tang Ziyue asked, "Old Zhang, where is that teapot?"
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Upon hearing this, the cobbler immediately said, "Mr., let me, let me."
Old Zhang, the cobbler, left to pour the tea, and Tang Ziyue said, "Sorry, I do not usually stay here. I came today especially to wait for you, and I am not very familiar with this place."
"Have some tea."
Old Zhang quickly placed a teacup in front of Fa Cai, who said, "I don't drink tea."
Tang Ziyue said, "Hmm, that's a pity. Old Zhang's Starlit Sky tea has a unique flavor."
"Mr. Tang, you joke, you joke."
Tang Ziyue said, "Go back and tell Feng Xuan: everything is arranged, just waiting for him to make a decision. Once the affair is successful, the Gang Leader says White Tiger Hall will be his to lead."
Fa Cai said, "I will deliver the message. If there's nothing else, I will leave now."
"Wait!"
Tang Ziyue tapped a red sandalwood box on the table with the book in his hand and said, "Take this to Feng Xuan. The Gang Leader said this is the upfront payment."
"What?"
Tang Ziyue said, "Spirit Transformation Pill."
"A Spirit Transformation Pill!"
Hearing this, Fa Cai's hand trembled. Was this the Spirit Transformation Pill that could help a Martial Artist break through the Energy Transformation? The treasure medicine sought after by countless Iron Bone Realm warriors for their entire lives!
Tang Ziyue said, "Yes, take it with you."
Hearing this, Fa Cai immediately packed the box away, knowing the matter was of great importance. Bowing, he then quickly departed.
Watching Fa Cai hurry off, Tang Ziyue put down the book in his hand.
It was then that Old Zhang noticed the book in Tang Ziyue's hand. It turned out to be the Thirty-Six Stratagems, and the section he was reading had three big characters: [Beauty Trap].
Tang Ziyue, seeing Old Zhang looking towards his book, asked, "Old Zhang, what exactly is a beauty trap?"
Old Zhang was taken aback, "Isn't it about using beautiful women to seduce and deceive?"
"Oh, Old Zhang, are you suggesting that everyone is lustful?"
Tang Ziyue questioned, provoking thought as he looked at Old Zhang. Old Zhang replied, "Not necessarily, but a very good-looking woman usually draws a few more glances anyway."