At this time, it was very lively outside the Yan Mansion. A group of people watched from a distance around the gate of Yan Mansion, and some people lined up to sign up.

    "Please let it go, let it go."

    Long Ritian slowly pushed aside the crowd and walked in.

    I saw a large table at the door, and there were a few servants in green robes.

    After thinking about it, he was also at the back of the line.

    The thin and thin scholars shook their heads and sighed and walked back, it seemed that they were unsuccessful.

    Soon, the morning passed, and people slowly dispersed.

    "Next!"

    Then the people in front of Long Ritian left disappointed and came to him.

    "how old are you?"

    asked a servant who did not grow taller.

    "I''m 17 years old." Long Ritian smiled.

    "What will you order?"

    "I can sing, I can write poetry, I can do math, and I won''t talk about many more."

    "Then let''s come to the first three-character scripture."

    "No need, just him as my book boy."

    At this moment, a delicate and pleasant voice came, and I saw a little girl with a height of one meter and three walked out of the house, pinching her waist and saying.

    "Miss, how did you come out? Just leave this to us." The servants laughed.

    "You guys? When you grow up like this, whoever you pick out can be so good, it''s just him."

    The little girl exclaimed coquettishly.

    "Yes Yes Yes!"

    They didn''t dare to contradict this little princess. They had to know that the prime minister only had this precious granddaughter. If she said a few words in front of the prime minister, they would all be doomed.

    "Brother, what''s your name? I''ll take you to get your clothes now."

    The housekeeper said to Long Ritian with a smile.

    "My name is Long Yi, and I hope my elder brother will take care of him." Long Ritian pretended to be happy and smiled.

    "It''s easy to talk, just call me Brother Li."

    The family patted his shoulder happily.

    "Yes, Brother Li."

    ...

    More than half a month passed quickly, and Long Ritian was completely familiar with the Yan Mansion, because the little princess Yan Mei took him around every day and asked him to tell stories.

    At night, the night is dark and windy.

    After all the lights went out, Long Ritian on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, then quickly changed into night clothes, took the knife and walked out of the room lightly.

    Afterwards, he skillfully avoided the patrolling soldiers and came to the largest house in the Yan Mansion.

    At this time, the house was pitch black, and there was no sound at all.

    Long Ritian looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that no one was there, he gently inserted the knife into the crack of the door, and then lifted it slowly.

    "Boom..."

    A voice that could not be more small sounded in this silent night, but it was covered by the sound of insects.

    Long Ritian opened the door carefully, caught the door stick that hadn''t fallen yet, and then closed the door.

    Then lightly walked to the inner room.

    He had been here before and knew where Yan Song slept, and when his back was wet with cold sweat, he came to the bedside.

    There were two white figures lying on the bed, one was a bearded old man and the other was a girl in her twenties.

    "It''s really fun, this old guy really knows how to play."

    Long Ritian, an inexperienced junior brother, saw this piece of white flowers, and his breathing was a little short, and he thought enviously.

    But he didn''t forget what it was for.

    Then both hands moved at the same time, covering Yan Song''s mouth with one hand, and knocking on the girl''s neck with the other.

    "Um……"

    Yan Song woke up instantly, but the girl fainted.

    "Don''t move around, or it will be bad if you accidentally touch you!" Long Ritian quickly held the knife against his neck, pretending to be hoarse and cold.

    "What do you want, you can''t get out of here even if you kill me."

    Yan Song deserves to be a figure below one person and above ten thousand people, but he regained his composure in just a moment.

    "I''m just...I''m here to collect debts."

    Long Ritian said coldly.

    He just wanted to say that he was only seeking money, but a message came from the system, saying that the task of robbery was not completed, and the debtor must be told that the repayment was successful.

    "I don''t know how much hero do you want?"

    Yan Song said softly, but his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

    "Not much, just 10,000 taels of gold." Long Ritian said softly.

    "Ten thousand taels, although the old man has it, but he is not here, or if you wait here, the old man will ask someone to fetch it?"

    "Don''t play with me, or you''ll go to hell."

    Long Ritian tightened his hands, and a bloodstain appeared on Yan Song''s neck.