Chapter 191 Hope, the compartment is bitter

After saying that, Long Hanqing turned his sharp eyes to Leng Xuanrong. Leng Xuanrong immediately understood the meaning of Long Hanqing. Although his cruel words came out, in fact, he still had a glimmer of hope. He hoped that An Pingzhi could give in and agree to his condition.

However, such a look showed Long Hanqing's weakness. An Pingzhi, who was sitting in the corner, made a harsh laugh without Leng Xuanrong's action.

Leng Xuanrong's heart suddenly sank, and she knew that An Pingzhi's unscrupulous ridicule would anger Long Hanqing. They are now under the control of Long Hanqing, and Leng Xuanrong doesn't think about the benefits of not appearing to provoke him.

Sure enough, Long Hanqing's forehead was full of blue veins. He gritted his teeth and roared outside the door, "Come on! Tie them up!"

Several big men rushed into the house and pulled An Pingzhi down from the warm couch and tied them up, and Mu Tangsha also followed them in. She held a rope in her hand and said to Leng Xuanrong blankly, "Miss Leng, please."

Leng Xuanrong turned helplessly to let Mu Tangsha tie herself up. She turned her head and looked at An Pingzhi. Although he was suppressed by several big men, he still avoided the light shining through the window paper as much as possible. The sunlight seemed to make him unable to open his eyes. Leng Xuanrong did not know that he was exposed to him in the sun. What else is harmful? At this time, Leng Xuanrong didn't understand even more. Even if he cheated Long Hanqing for the time being, it would be better to pretend to delay time than to suffer like this now. Why must An Pingzhi insist on his bad attitude towards these people...

Leng Xuanrong and An Pingzhi were pushed out of the room. As soon as he went outside and faced the dazzling sunlight directly, An Pingzhi suddenly squatted on the ground in pain and curled up. Long Hanqing looked at him like that, reached out and grabbed An Pingzhi's belt, strode him to the next room like a chicken, opened the door, and raised his hand to throw An Pingzhi in.

Leng Xuanrong hurriedly ran over and ran to the door to see that the martial artists under An Ping were actually imprisoned in the room.

At this time, I don't know who shouted, "You go in too!"

Leng Xuanrong was shocked and turned around to see Long Hanqing. Long Hanqing looked murderous. He walked to Leng Xuanrong and said in a low voice, "Miss Leng, I'm sorry. If you still want to live, find a way to persuade Anping a few more words. Otherwise, don't blame me for Long Hanqing for being imbecile."

After saying that, Long Hanqing gave Mu Tangsha a wink. Mu Tangsha came over and pushed Leng Xuanrong and walked into the room.

"I'm waiting outside. You can call me if you need anything." Mu Tangsha muttered softly in Leng Xuanrong's ear, and then pushed her into the wing and put her backhand on the door.

The windows of the wing room are nailed with wooden boards, and some light can still pass through the cracks. Such light is enough for people to see the appearance of the room. Leng Xuanrong's hands were tied back and stood in front of the door and looked at the room.

The wing room is much smaller than the main room, and it seems that it is not reserved for people, so there is no furnishings in the room. The loess is on the floor, the mud and grass is plastered against the wall, and there is a wooden bucket in the corner of the house.

Leng Xuanrong looked at the martial artists lying on the ground and secretly count the number of people, about 30 or 40. She remembered that An Pingzhi brought about 100 people when she came, that is to say, the rest of them either died in battle or were imprisoned elsewhere.

These martial artists were lying there like dead people. Leng Xuanrong looked carefully when counting the number of people and found that they all had weak breathing. It seemed that this was the unexpected trick used by Long Hanqing as Anpingzhi said. Is it poison? Leng Xuanrong's knowledge is limited, and she can't be sure whether her guess is right or wrong. She has only seen the so-called "poison" once, and it is still very poisonous when she touches it. As for whether there is any poison in the world that can make these capable martial artists fall to the ground, I'm afraid it's better to ask An Pingzhi.

Anpingzhi seemed to fall heavily when he was thrown in. Just now, Leng Xuanrong saw his old housekeeper also lying among the martial artists. The situation was the same as the martial artists. Leng Xuanrong hesitated for a moment and quickly ran to An Pingzhi and squatted down to check his situation.

"The eldest son! Are you all right, eldest son?" Leng Xuanrong called softly.

An Pingzhi twisted his body and seemed to be very painful, but when he heard Leng Xuanrong's voice, he slowly opened his eyes. Fortunately, there was no dazzling sunshine in this room, and An Pingzhi also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Have they left?" An Pingzhi's voice was a little weak when he spoke, and it seemed that he was trying to endure the pain.

Leng Xuanrong nodded and asked worriedly, "Long son, are you all right?" I don't know why, what Leng Xuanrong is worried about now is not that An Pingzhi was thrown, but that he was just illuminated by the sun. Maybe the sun will make him change... or something... or something...

If you think about it carefully, it's probably impossible. No matter how strange An Pingzhi is, he should be just a mortal.

Sure enough, An Pingzhi squeezed out a bitter smile at Leng Xuanrong and whispered, "I'm fine... Have you seen my housekeeper?"

"He's over there..." Leng Xuanrong wanted to point out the direction, but he could only move his elbow.

And An Pingzhi was tied up. It was very difficult to turn his head and look at Leng Xuanrong, let alone the direction she pointed out.

An Pingzhi took a long breath and simply didn't look at Leng Xuanrong. He muttered, "These mountain thieves don't kill them quickly."

Leng Xuanrong knew that An Pingzhi was angry. He may have despised these mountain thieves before, but now he is really angry. Leng Xuanrong didn't know whether it was caused by the stupidity of the mountain thief or An Pingzhi's stubbornness. In short, the final result was that Leng Xuanrong, An Pingzhi and others were in danger together.

Originally, Leng Xuanrong was out of the world, but she didn't expect Long Hanqing to be in chaos, and even she didn't want to let her go. The winning card suddenly became complicated, and Leng Xuanrong also became a little impatient.

"Long son, what's the point of doing this? It's just increasing the danger." Leng Xuanrong couldn't help complaining, and everything came because of a few ridicule of peace.

I don't know why An Pingzhi was silent for a long time.

Leng Xuanrong was tired of squatting and simply sat next to An Pingzhi. She thought carefully about the current situation and said, "The eldest son said that he would send someone to help me find Brother Yan Liang after going out. Does this count?"

An Pingzhi snorted, "What I said naturally counts."

Leng Xuanrong took a long breath, as if she was much relieved.

An Pingzhi's mood seems to be much better because of Leng Xuanrong's words. Since Leng Xuanrong mentioned this matter, that is to say, after she went out of this thief's nest, she was no longer under King Xiaohan, but accepted her own conditions and was willing to be his bosom friend. This is very important for An Pingzhi. It's not because of how important Leng Xuanrong is, but because the word "King Xiaohan" has always been a thorn in Anping's heart for so many years. He will not let go of any chance to win the King of Xiaohan, even if it is just a trivial matter.

As for what happened after winning, An Pingzhi didn't want to think more about it for the time being.

The current situation is also a little dangerous for him. The news he released should have arrived a long time ago. The action of those people is even slower than he expected. An Pingzhi is inevitably upset at the thought of using those guys to do big things in the future.

They have caused too much trouble. If they can't use it any more, it's really because my father is blind to raise them.

Anping sighed involuntarily. After sighing, he remembered Leng Xuanrong next to him.

"Miss Xuanrong, after returning to Wuming County, how about I find a big media for you to promote your marriage with Zeng Yanliang?"

Leng Xuanrong's heart was moved when she heard the words. If she can really marry Brother Yan Liang, I'm afraid she will wake up with a smile in her dream. But she also knows that this is not the time to marry, or she doesn't believe a word of what An Pingzhi said now.

"Brother Yan Liang's life and death are uncertain now... Now I just want him to come back safely and get married... I also need my father to be the master..."

Anping laughed a few times, and then sighed, "The order of my parents, the words of the matchmaker... After I go back, I'm afraid I will follow my father's order and marry He Ruiping back to the imperial city..."

An Pingzhi's words were like a sudden disappointing sentence when the wine came to the place, with an incomparable sigh and regret in his tone.

"Sister Ruiping is actually..."

"Do you want to say that she is actually good?" The pain on An Pingzhi seemed to have eased a lot. He tried his best to turn over and finally could talk to Leng Xuanrong face to face.

Leng Xuanrong looked at him curling up like a prawn and couldn't help laughing.

"I want to say that Sister Ruiping is actually a daughter of a rich family. She is capricious and unruly, and she is very vicious to her subordinates. It's really a great misfortune for the eldest son to marry her."

An Pingzhi blinked his eyes, looked straight at Leng Xuanrong, and asked in a low voice, "I didn't understand why He Ruiping had offended you. Why did you spend so much effort to make me hate her? Even the guqin with the melon toe is willing to give it to me..."

When he said this, Leng Xuanrong suddenly widened his eyes and interrupted him, "What is the eldest son talking about? I didn't give you that guqin for the sake of my relationship with He Ruiping! The only person who can play that guqin is... the eldest son... you..."

Speaking of this, Leng Xuanrong remembered his previous speculation. If that speculation is not wrong, An Pingzhi's piano sound will no longer be the piano sound she heard in her previous life. Or the sound of the piano is still the same, but the mood of the listener has changed. Maybe it's because Leng Xuanrong in her previous life is too simple to hear what is mixed with the piano sound... And in this life, she has changed, so maybe the next time she hears the piano sound, she will no longer be as touching as she heard in her previous life...