Chapter 509: How could a small guard like him know what the Prime Minister was going to do?
As the night deepened, Chen Ping returned home.
Escape was a plan that had been made long ago, and escaping today was a temporary decision.
Even he himself doesn't know the time to escape, this is the safest time.
Open the door of the room and open the box under the bed.
The glittering gold, the dazzling jewels, the colored glaze, agate, pearls and jade are simply blinding.
These are the treasures bestowed by King Bao of Wei. He spent quite a lot of them, but still has so many left.
Chen Ping had no expression on his face. He quickly took out the largest and most insignificant ten gold coins and put them in his arms. He turned around and walked away, leaving the treasure chest wide open. He discarded these treasures and delicacies as if they were worn-out shoes without any intention of leaving them behind.
As long as Chen Ping is alive, the external things discarded today will be returned tenfold or a hundredfold in the future.
He walked to the bed and pulled out a sheathed dagger from under the pillow.
He drew out the sheath and looked at the instrument, which gave off an uncertain cold light.
Pull out a strand of hair and blow on it gently to split it into two parts.
Chen Ping nodded. This was his dagger and it had not been replaced.
Holding the dagger tightly, he walked quickly to the door and closed it very quietly.
He turned a corner and walked to the east wing where the maid slept. He knocked on the door gently , but no one answered.
Chen Ping inserted his dagger into the crack of the door, and after sensing resistance, he lifted it up slightly.
Boom~
There was a muffled sound, which was particularly loud in this quiet night.
Squeak
Chen Ping pushed the door open and walked in. He heard six rhythmic breathing sounds in the room.
With the help of moonlight, one can see six beautiful girls and mature women lying on the bed in the room, sleeping soundly with smiles on their faces.
A girl with a teardrop mole at the corner of her eye smacked her lips, and it was unclear whether she was dreaming about eating delicious food or kissing her lover in a secret rendezvous.
There was a foot-long piece of wood lying across the door, and the muffled sound just now was the sound of the bolt falling to the ground.
With so much noise and in such a quiet night, not a single one of the six maids was awake.
Chen Ping was not surprised at all, as this was what he did.
As early as eight days ago, he had prepared to escape at any time, and would add dream-inducing ingredients to the meals he gave to his servants every night.
Take the dream inducer and sleep soundly till dawn.
Looking at the six unconscious maids, Chen Ping showed a hint of mockery on his face. What is this sweet dream inducing thing? Isn't it just a knockout drug?
Can a nice name cover up the dirty deeds you have done? These nobles are really funny.
Unlike Chen Ping, he really did good things and let these servants have sweet dreams in the last moments of their lives.
After thinking about all sorts of things to relieve his tension, Chen Ping, holding a dagger, walked up to a maid who kicked off the quilt to reveal her voluptuous figure.
He covered the maid's mouth with his left hand, held the dagger in his right hand, and slashed the maid's snow-white, slender neck quickly and forcefully.
Blood spurted out and the plump maid twitched violently. Her dream was shattered as she was about to die!
Chen Ping exerted force with his left hand, his face expressionless, and his heart was as calm as his face.
He knew that the maid was not conscious and this was just an instinctive struggle at the end of her life.
When he slaughtered the pig, no matter how much knockout drug he put in it, the pig would inevitably kick with its four front and back legs when the butcher knife pierced the pig's heart.
Sure enough, the blood was still gushing out, but the plump maid was motionless.
Chen Ping took the knife and looked at it. The blade was still shining without a trace of blood on it. He chuckled.
"It kills without spilling blood. It's really a good knife."
He repeated the same trick and, after killing six people in a row, he went to the servants' room opposite and killed eight more servants.
Then there are the concierge, the butler...
Coming out of the kitchen where he slept, Chen Ping was calm and composed, as this was the last person he killed.
Without wisdom, no matter how high your martial arts skills are, you are just an ordinary person.
He has the strength to break mountains and shake hills, but he is no match for a packet of knockout drugs.
He brushed the nonexistent dust off his clothes and checked for any blood.
Although with his many years of experience in slaughtering pigs, he could be sure to completely avoid all blood, but what if?
The more critical the moment, the more careful you need to be and the less you panic.
He was covered in white clothes, and under the cold light, he looked like he was wearing a layer of snow.
Walking into the stable, he saw a gray horse that was neither tall nor short and looked very ordinary.
This gray horse is not the most majestic, nor the fastest, nor the one with the longest endurance in the stable. It is just an ordinary horse, ranked seventh or eighth among the nine horses in the stable.
Chen Ping led the horse out and piled the best horse grass in front of the gray horse, and the gray horse ate it heartily.
Chen Ping waited patiently.
If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it grass. This is the simplest truth and everyone understands it.
Touching the horse's mane, Chen Ping showed no fear in this Prime Minister's Mansion where there were wronged souls in almost every room.
He doesn't believe in ghosts or gods, and has never done so since he was a child.
He did not grow up to be fourteen or fifteen years old from the moment he was born, and share meat with the villagers. He had a childhood, a father and a mother, and good farmland at home.
However, when he was nine years old, his fertile land was seized by the nephew of the village chief, and his father was beaten to death while trying to get the land back. His mother could not bear the life without land and a man, so she abandoned him and remarried in the next village.
If there were ghosts, his father would turn into a ghost and seek revenge.
If there is a God, there should be thunder and lightning striking the village chief's nephew.
He waited for twelve years, but got nothing.
Some time ago, he returned with great merit from conquering Qi, and personally escorted the village chief's nephew on his way with the three hundred warriors given by Wei Bao. In the process, he wiped out the three clans of the family and massacred their blind hometown.
The gray horse ate its fill and drank some water, then rubbed its head against Chen Ping.
Chen Ping jumped on his horse and walked out of the Prime Minister's Mansion in a swagger, with a natural demeanor, just like he did when he went to Qi State some time ago.
At that time, he was not valued by Wei Bao, and the only horse in his family was the gray horse under his crotch.
He walked slowly and leisurely to the city gate.
He was justified and ordered the guards at the city gate to open the gate.
The guard at the city gate opened the gate a crack without asking the reason, and waited with eagerness and respect.
As Chen Ping rode past on his horse, he threw the money casually and the guard reached out to take it.
Without having time to see what it was, he bowed slightly.
"Thank you, Prime Minister, for the reward."
This was very common for soldiers. The Prime Minister would go out hunting every two or three days, and they would receive rewards every time they went back and forth from the city gate.
Everyone in Daliang, from the highest minister to the lowest soldier, knew that Chen Ping was generous. This was as well known as the king's trust in the prime minister.
When the sound of horse hooves died down, the guard carefully looked at the object in his hand in the faint moonlight and was immediately overjoyed. It turned out to be a gold coin!
In his joy, he couldn't help but sigh.
It would be great if he could go to the Prime Minister's residence, even if he could be a servant. The Prime Minister would give him rewards many times higher than his salary.
The guard's mind was filled with envy for the servants in the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he had no idea what the Prime Minister was doing out so late.
How could a small guard like him know what the Prime Minister was going to do?
Although the city gates are not allowed to be opened at night, he is the prime minister most trusted by the king.
Go out of the city gate and walk slowly for more than three miles.
Chen Ping thought to himself and walked another seventy steps, then spurred his horse into a gallop, heading eastward to join the State of Qi.
Suddenly, a figure flashed among the dry branches in the forest, and the sound was faint.
"Daliang is heavily guarded. I was just wondering how I could fulfill His Majesty's order and bring you back to Xianyang alive. I didn't expect you to come out on your own."
