General, Your Wife Is Requesting Your Return Home For Farming novel Chapter 477

Chapter 477: Brother Ting Takes Action

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At this moment, Xiaohu did not know that he had been treated as a squirrel by Wei Xiyue. He enjoyed the incomparably enthusiastic feeding and felt that he had reached his peak as a child!

Not only did Wei Xiyue feed Xiaohu, but she also washed Xiaohu’s face and combed his hair.

Xiaohu was simply too arrogant!

After Wei Ting had dinner last night, he changed his clothes, put on a mask, and left.

He called Fu Su.

He did not ask Yuchi Xiu because Yuchi Xiu only knew how to how to talk about eating, drink, galivanting and gambling. In fact, he led a cleaner life than a monk.

Fu Su was different. As a secret guard, he had received comprehensive training, including eating and drinking… minus the prostitution, the Wei family was not into prostitution.

And gambling.

The two of them entered the gambling den he had followed Guo Huan into yesterday.

The two of them won the night and the boss of the gambling den was fuming.

At dawn, Fu Su went to the toilet. When he returned, he whispered to Wei Ting,

“Sir, someone went out sneakily. He went in the direction of the Dali Temple.”

Wei Ting said without changing his expression, “Send a letter to Xiao

Zhonghua.”

Fu Su asked, “Sir, what about you?”

Wei Ting said calmly, “I’ll earn some more money for the family.” Fu Su was speechless.

After leaving the gambling den, he walked around and shook off the shop assistant who was following him. He used his qinggong to go to the Third Prince’s residence.

He did not walk through the door and entered Xiao Zhonghua’s courtyard, where Jing Yi successfully placed a sword to his neck.

Fu Su muttered, “Uh, I miscalculated… I forgot that Xiao Zhonghua has Young Marquis Jing beside him”

He really could not defeat him.

Jing Yi’s injuries had healed. He had only come to the Third Prince’s residence these two days.

“My young master asked me to come!” Fu Su immediately said, afraid that his head would relocate if he was a second slower.

Jing Yi had seen Fu Su beside Wei Ting and naturally understood that the young master he was talking about was Wei Ting. He asked coldly, “Why did Wei Ting ask you to come?” _{freēwēbηovel.c૦m}

Third Prince. The people from the White Lotus Society are about to attack. Although I don’t know what they want to do, it’s best for the Third Prince to rush to the Dali Temple as soon as possible. If you’re a moment late, it might be too late.”

In the cell of the Dali Temple, the guard who had been on duty for the entire night yawned sleepily.

He looked at the hourglass on the wall.

After holding on for another fifteen minutes, his companion who was changing shifts arrived.

He rubbed his sore neck.

Suddenly, a rustling sound walked over.

“Who is it?” He was instantly wary.

“It’s me.” A jailer came over with a large food box. “It’s time to deliver food to the prisoner.”

“So early?” The guard frowned.

“This is my first day on duty and I was afraid that I would be late, so I came over early,” the jailer said as he took out the token at his waist and handed it to him.

The guard checked the token and returned it to him. “Go in.”

“Aye.”

“Wait.” The guard stopped the jailer again. “Is there anything delicious?”

The guard smiled and untied the cloth bag at his waist. “I’ve kept a few meat buns for myself. Please accept them.”

The guard took the buns and waved him away.

The jailer carried the food box and distributed a plate to each cell door.

The deeper he went, the more special the prisoners were.

The jailer came to the corner. He turned around and looked at the sleepy guard; his eyes were cold as he walked to the cell at the end.