The group quickly left Wubenfang and left Chang'an City from Chunmingmen. They were placed in a manor outside the suburbs.

Although he had experienced a thrilling situation, he was rescued after all. After a while of rest, Zhang Huan found Xin Lang.

"Let's stay for a few days, and then go back slowly after the storm in the city has subsided. Please tell everyone that this time it has caused trouble for everyone. Zhang Huan felt very guilty. I will find a way to make this matter so that everyone's imperial examinations will not be affected."

"You don't have to worry about this. The day after tomorrow, Shangshu Wei will come to Beijing, so he will naturally make the decision for us."

Xin Lang smiled. He didn't take the future to heart. Instead, the mysterious old man at the end of the night made him miss him. Obviously, Zhang Huan knew his identity.

After hesitating for a moment, Xin Lang couldn't help asking: "Get sick, who is the old man in the end? Can you tell me?"

Zhang Huan pondered for a moment and said, "I'm just guessing. If I'm not wrong, those cavalry must be Fengxiang Army. Think about it, who can command Fengxiang Army besides Cui Qinggong?"

Xin Lang lowered his head and thought for a while, and he suddenly realized, "Is he the Grand Master Zhang who was driven off the stage by Cui Yuan?"

Zhang Huan nodded, "The predecessor of Fengxiang Army is our Zhang family's Hedong Army, so he must be my uncle."

Speaking of this, Zhang Huan couldn't help but think: "If Zhang Potian can come in time, he must have received a secret report in advance. This shows that the Cui family's control over the Fengxiang Army is not so strong. But this is the case, wouldn't it remind Cui Yuan?"

At this time, Song Lianyu ran over in a panic and said, "Go to the disease, go and have a look! Something seems wrong with Zhao Yan."

Zhang Huan was shocked, and he hurried to Zhao Yan's room. Zheng Qingming was applying his head to his head with a cold towel. Seeing Zhang Huan come in, Zheng Qingming immediately stood up and said, "The place where Zhao Yan was injured was a little festered, and his whole body was very hot."

Zhang Huan touched his forehead, feeling that his tentacles were hot, and gently lifted his quilt. The wound on his hips and waist was indeed a little pustic. It must be that the cell he was lying in was too dirty and a little infected.

"Qiaoqiao! Where are you?...Qiaoqiao!"

Zhao Yan called intermittently, his expression was extremely painful. Suddenly, he grabbed Zhang Huan's hand and whispered: "Qiaoqiao-"

Seeing this, Zhang Huan couldn't help but sigh secretly. He hurriedly ordered Song Lianyu, "Go and make a basin of clean water, and get a few clean towels."

Song Lianyu hurriedly turned around. When Zhang Huan saw Zheng Qingming standing there in a daze, he told him again: "Go and ask the people in this manor, are there any medical practitioners nearby?"

After a while, Song Lianyu brought Qingshui and a towel, and Zheng Qingming ran back, "I have asked, there are no doctors nearby."

He raised the bags of medicine in his hand and said excitedly: "But there are some stick-injury medicines in the manor."

Zhang Huan was overjoyed. Zhao Yan was saved with sticks and wounds. He carefully cleaned Zhao Yan's wounds and applied medicine. Soon, Zhao Yan began to calm down. His voice became less and he became vague, but everyone knew that he was still calling his beloved wife.

Zhang Huan walked to the door and looked at the sky. It was more than an hour before dawn. He immediately said to Song Lianyu and Zheng Qingming: "We will divide the work after dawn. Lianyu stayed to take care of Zhao Yan. Qingming went to ask a doctor. I will pick up Qiaoqiao. In any case, we must stabilize Zhao Yan's injuries and not delay his scientific examination."

Time passed slowly and it was getting dawn. Zhang Huan cleaned up briefly and left the manor and walked quickly towards Chang'an City.

Chang'an City was as lively and no arrest warrant was posted at the city gate, as if nothing had happened last night. Zhang Huan hired a carriage and soon arrived at the head of the family's residence. Unexpectedly, Lin Qiaoqiao saw that they had not returned overnight, so she went out to inquire about the news early in the morning.

"Where did she go to inquire about the news?" Zhang Huan felt a little uneasy.

Lin Zhiyu shook his head, "I'm reading a book, she left a message and went out. I don't know where she went."

At this moment, a carriage was coming from a distance, and the coachman was whipping the horse desperately, as if he was crazy.

"Look! Isn't Qiaoqiao back now?" Lin Zhiyu pointed to the carriage and smiled.

"No, something must have happened to Qiaoqiao."

Zhang Huanfei ran to meet him and asked loudly: "What's wrong?"

"Young master, no, Qiaoqiao was captured by Cui Sane!"

"What!"

Zhang Huan jumped into the carriage in one step and shouted loudly: "Where is it, take me there!"

The carriage turned around quickly and rushed towards Pingkangfang again. It was only a Chunming Street from Chongrenfang to Pingkangfang. In just a moment, the carriage arrived at Gaosheng No. 6 Inn. The coachman said in a trembling voice: "Miss said there is Mr. Zhao's relative here, so she asked me to bring her. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got off the carriage, he met Cui Sane from the inn, he, he...." The coachman couldn't continue to say anything.

Before the carriage could stop, Zhang Huan jumped out of the car. Before the onlookers had dispersed, everyone was talking and full of sympathy.

"The poor woman, being captured by that lewd demon, is so lucky!"

The beads of sweat were flowing down Zhang Huan's forehead. If something happened to Qiaoqiao, how could he explain to his master, his wife, and Zhao Yan, could he still survive?

At this time, the shopkeeper of the inn, Zhao Yan's cousin, ran out of the inn. He grabbed Zhang Huan and wiped his tears and begged: "Young master, go and save the lady! It's too late."

"Don't worry! I will definitely save her."

Zhang Huan flew into the carriage. He restrained his anxiety and said to the coachman: "Go to Cui's Mansion immediately!"

Since Zhang Potian had already appeared last night, Cui Yuan should not underestimate this matter anymore. Now the plan is to find Cui Yuan directly and ask Cui Yuan to stop his nephew from doing evil. As for what he will do, it doesn't matter anymore.

Cui Yuan’s mansion is not far away. In Xuanyangfang, which is the old house of Yang Yuhuan’s third sister, Lady Guoguo. The coachman took a short walk and soon arrived at Cui Yuan’s mansion.

The gate of Cui Yuan's mansion was closed, and only a few families swept the floor on the steps. A crack was opened on the side door next to it, and a person who looked like a small butler was sitting at the door supervising the worker.

Zhang Huan got off the carriage and ran up the steps quickly. He took out a small inlay of gold and stuffed it to the little housekeeper and said, "Please tell the Prime Minister, just say that Zhang Huan from Hedong should come to see him!"

It was as if it was hit by a pie in the sky. The little housekeeper stood there holding gold for a long time before smiling and said, "Young Master, unfortunately, the master went to court in the morning. Why don't you come back tonight and find me directly and I'll report it to you!"

"Oops!"

Zhang Huan then remembered that since the head of the family went to court, Cui Yuan naturally wanted to go, so why did he forget it?

"When will the prime minister usually return home?"

The little butler shook his head and said, "This is not accurate. He usually returns home a little more often at dusk, but during this period of war in Longyou, he will not come back until very late. Yesterday it was closed again, and today it is probably later."

"Then do you know where Cui Xiong lives?"

"Cui Xiong?" said the little housekeeper with some disdain: "Who knows? That guy has been in the army for so long, maybe where to find a woman."

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"Shibalang, you are their heads. Qiaoqiao's safety will be handed over to you!"

"Huaner, this is the first time Qiaoqiao has entered Beijing. You have to take more responsibility..."

The words of the master and his wife seemed to be still lingering in his ears.

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'what to do?'

Time passed little by little, and Zhang Huan paced back and forth on the steps with his hands behind his back. He was anxious. If Cui Xiong did evil in the daytime, it would be too late.

"No! Go to the Shangshu Province to find the head of the family." Zhang Huan finally made up his mind. As soon as he ran down the steps, a large and gorgeous carriage came from afar, with more than a dozen guards riding horses to protect him.

Zhang Huan only felt that the carriage was a little familiar, and seemed to have seen it. He suddenly remembered, 'Yes! I saw it at the entrance of Ci'en Temple yesterday. This is the carriage of the Chu family's young master or Cui Ning."

Seeing that the car had arrived, Zhang Huan flashed and hid behind the stone lion. The carriage stopped and walked down from the carriage. It was yesterday that he met Mr. Chu. He was straightened up, walked up the steps quickly, and said to the butler with a smile on his face: "Brother Liu, please go and tell the lady, and say that Chu Wei is waiting for her arrival outside the door."

Zhang Huan was about to leave when the carriage suddenly moved. He turned around and drove across the street, and stopped beside his carriage. All the guards stood behind Mr. Chu, and there was no one on the carriage.

Just here, a thought flashed through Zhang Huan's mind like lightning, and an absurd and bold idea emerged from the bottom of his heart.

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"The Book of Food and Goods in the Ming Dynasty", book number 1046160, the author is Qidian's No. 1 mysterious vest. If you are interested, you might as well guess.
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