Chapter 4014

Qin Wuyan tapped his fingers on the table, "I'll leave Zhuang Huaisen to you, and you can deal with it as you want. Your blood feud is tied to him. As for Zhuang Minghao and Zhuang Mingyan, I'll leave it to you when I'm done cleaning up, you Give them a break, as for the rest, everything is up to you, if necessary, please let me know."

"The Min family is under your control?"

"En." Qin Wuyan hooked his lips: "The banker is about to be under my control."

Whoever controls the guard forces of the Min family or the priest's mansion will become the real person in power.

In this world, one has always relied on strength to speak.

Zhuang Qingyun lowered his eyes: "A group of guards in the priest's mansion are our people, so they can naturally be at my disposal, but there are still some people who obey Zhuang Huaisen.

The vice-commanders who were locked in the dungeon of Min's house had lost their power, and all the guards under him were controlled by Vice-commander Zhang, who would soon become the commander-in-chief of the priest's mansion. "

"As long as the deputy commanders of the guards are replaced by our people, it will be fine."

Zhuang Qingyun, who was still frowning at first, suddenly lit up when he heard the words: "Yes, yes, as long as all the deputy commanders in the priest's mansion are replaced by our people, the guards in this mansion will all be ours." .

The entire priest's mansion is under our control. "

Qin Wuyan said quietly: "The Min Mansion has changed a batch of deputy commanders, and it's time to change a batch of blood for the guard commanders of the Priest Mansion."

He stood up: "Something happened in the Min Mansion, I have to go back immediately, and I will leave the matters in the Priest's Mansion to you."

Zhuang Qingyun sent him to the door: "Don't worry, I will follow your plan."

Before Qin Wuyan walked out of the alley, the secret guard stuffed him a letter. Qin Wuyan read the handwriting on the envelope, put it on the tip of his nose, smelled it, took out a thin blade, and carefully cut open the envelope , Take out the two pages of letter paper inside.

The unique fragrance of hundreds of flowers spread in his nostrils. Qin Wuyan read the contents of the letter at a glance. After locking the date and address on it, he folded the letter again, closed it, and returned the envelope to the dark guard: "Send it to Madam. Be sure not to let Madam recognize that this letter has been opened."

The dark guard took the letter to find the person who repaired the envelope, and left in a hurry.

Qin Wuyan was not very interested in women's rouge pollen, he only knew that the ink was mixed with a unique potpourri fragrance, just to prevent him from copying and revising the contents again.

When Qin Wuyan rode back to the Min Mansion on horseback, the atmosphere of the Min House was a little strange, it seemed extremely depressed.

As soon as Qin Wuyan stepped into the Min Mansion, he was invited into the meeting hall by Min Zhihang's personal servant: "Commander Qin, our Patriarch has been waiting for you for a long time, please follow me."

Qin Wuyan put one hand behind his back, but just pondered for a while, then he raised his foot and followed the servant to the direction of the meeting hall, and asked casually, "How is the Patriarch feeling?"

The little servant was stunned for a moment, thinking that Qin Wuyan would ask other people and he would not be able to answer, but when he heard that Qin Wuyan only asked this question, he hurriedly said: "The little one can't figure out the mood of the Patriarch, but the eldest lady is back. , but this time he was seriously ill, if the young master hadn't rushed there in time, maybe two days later, he might not be able to see anyone..."

Qin Wuyan: "..."

She sneered silently in her heart, what kind of cruel trick was Min Huizhu staged?

However, if Min Huizhu was not really sick and unable to see others, she would not have deceived the extremely intelligent Min Rui. Could it be that Min Huizhu's serious illness this time was not an act of hypocrisy, but real?