Song Zhang resisted the urge to vomit, covered his face and retreated back into the door, waving towards the darkness.
Several nimble figures immediately jumped out of the darkness and quickly carried the sack away.
Song Zhang first went to the side hall and washed his hands three times, then he walked towards the dining room with heavy steps.
The meal was almost finished. When Mrs. Song saw her husband return, she called her children and left first.
When passing by Song Zhang, Mrs. Song frowned and whispered: "Why do you smell so weird? It's disgusting."
Mrs. Song looked Song Zhang up and down suspiciously, but couldn't find the source of the stench, so she retreated.
After she left, Song Zhang immediately picked up the sleeve of his clothes and smelled it, "There's obviously no smell anymore, sister, is your nose so sensitive?"
If I had known, I would have changed my clothes just now.
This reminded him of Qin Yao's blood and the three hemp sacks.
"vomit--"
Song Zhang rushed out of the dining room, his stomach churning and a large stream of heat gushing out.
Wang Jin frowned and came behind him, sniffed the faint smell of blood in the air, and asked calmly: "I didn't expect that she was only seriously injured. Qin Yao's martial arts is really amazing."
"No." Song Zhang took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, raised his hand and made a gesture to invite them in. The two of them walked into the hall. Song Zhang took the cold tea handed to him by the servant and rinsed his mouth while saying to Wang Jin:
"She is not injured."
Wang Jin was stunned and subconsciously retorted: "Impossible."
He was very clear about the strength of his opponent, not to mention that they were going all out.
Even the strongest man can avoid getting injured, let alone Qin Yao, who is just a mortal. The fact that she was able to escape with serious injuries is already extraordinary.
How is it possible to escape without any injury?
In response to him, Song Zhang gave him a silent but sympathetic look.
Wang Jin was inexplicably nervous when he was stared at: "Why are you looking at me like that, County Magistrate Song?"
Song Zhang wanted to say: You are dead, you are finished, you have offended Qin Yao and you will never have a good life in this life!
But the other party was, after all, an imperial censor, a low-ranking official with great power. Moreover, his rank was half a level higher than his, the county magistrate.
So, this is just something I say to make myself feel good.
Song Zhang felt that if he told Wang Jin now that Qin Yao not only escaped unharmed, but also escaped unharmed with her husband and the steward, and killed the assassins, Wang Jin would only think that he was mindlessly flattering Qin Yao.
So he motioned to Wang Jin to come with him and go see something exciting together.
We can't just let him vomit up all the leftover food alone.
Song Zhang took Wang Jin to the water room of the county government office.
Thirty human heads had been cleared out and neatly arranged in three rows, placed on the ground covered with white cloth.
Song Zhang knew the level of his stomach, so he didn't go in.
He raised his hand and made a gesture of invitation to Wang Jin.
Wang Jin stepped into the bathroom with suspicion. When he raised his eyes, his body suddenly stiffened, as if he had been acupunctured. He stood there in a daze!
The scene was so horrifying and shocking that for the rest of his life, whenever Wang Jin heard someone mention the name "Qin Yao", he would shiver uncontrollably.
After a long time, Wang Jin walked out of the bathroom. His face was pale and his steps were a little unsteady.
He asked, "Did she leave any message?"
Song Zhang then repeated word for word what Qin Yao had asked him to convey.
Finally, he added: "Sir, please allow me to say something offensive. You did not handle this matter properly today."
"If Qin Yao wasn't so powerful, even a master like you would surely die if you met these assassins."
Wang Jin sighed, "I never thought they would be so determined to kill me."
But it’s no use saying this now.
Wang Jin asked tentatively, "Based on Lord Song's understanding of Madam Qin, do you think she will come to assassinate me tonight?"
Song Zhang shook his head, "That won't happen, but..."
Wang Jin had just let out a sigh of relief when Song Zhang hung him up again and asked nervously, "But what?"
Song Zhang looked at Wang Jin sympathetically, "But I'm afraid it's hard for you to repay this favor. As far as I know, she always takes revenge on the spot and gets angry on the spot. But now she can endure it, which shows that what she plans in the future will definitely not be a trivial matter."
After hearing this, Wang Jin actually felt relieved. He was not afraid that she had some ulterior motives. He was just afraid that she could not bear this and would die suddenly tonight!
"That's good, that's good," Wang Jin patted his chest and muttered, not daring to look back at the bathroom.
He used to be an expert among experts, but he realized today that there is always someone better than you, and there is always a mountain higher than the other!
“Brother Song!”
When the two returned to the Song Mansion and were about to go back to their rooms to sleep, Wang Jin suddenly stopped Song Zhang.
The call of "Brother Song" made Song Zhang break into a cold sweat. He couldn't just run away, so he could only suppress his panic and turned around, "My Lord, what else do you want?"
Wang Jin sent a warm invitation, "I am afraid of the dark, and this symptom is even more serious when I first arrive in a strange place. Can I sleep with Brother Song tonight?"
Song Zhang understood instantly that this was because he was afraid that Qin Yao would come to take his head in the middle of the night.
I thought to myself: Sir, if you had known this would happen, why did you do it in the first place?
However, in order to save face, Song Zhang reluctantly agreed.
However, it is absolutely impossible for them to sleep in the same bed. They can only sleep in the same room. Lord Wang sleeps on the floor and he sleeps on the bed.
The county town was far less prosperous and lively than the provincial capital at night. It was just the beginning of the hour of Hai (nine o'clock in the evening), the shops were already closed, and the people had already gone to sleep.
Liu Ji lay on his own bed on the floor, unable to fall asleep. He quietly got up and looked at the bed. To his great joy, his wife was not asleep yet!
He immediately moved closer to her, put his hands on the edge of the bed, rested his head on the back of his hands, tilted his head and smiled: "Madam, you can't sleep either?"
When Liu Ji closed his eyes, all he saw were piles of human heads, obviously a reaction to the massacre that took place during the day.
Qin Yao responded with a "hmm", but she was not unable to sleep because of the killing.
She was reviewing the details of how Wang Jin had tricked her today. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. The angrier she got, the more she thought about it. Well, she couldn't sleep at all!
Liu Ji asked in annoyance: "Madam, are we really going to put up with this? If it weren't for your invincible power, the three of us would have been dead by now!"
Qin Yao remained silent, but her thoughts had stopped.
Liu Ji continued to be indignant, "This dog official doesn't care about the lives of us civilians. If I had known this, I would have let him be killed by those killers!"
"Be careful with your words." Qin Yao shook her head. "Since you've asked for a favor, let's not talk about this anymore."
"Killing him would only help us vent our anger. What good would it do us? What's the point of seeking a momentary pleasure? Killing an official of the imperial court would lead to the extermination of the whole clan. It's not worth it."
Qin Yao's words didn't seem to be spoken to Liu Ji, but rather to herself.
"Scholars, farmers, merchants, and artisans, being an official seems to be really great."
In the dim guest room, only Qin Yao could be heard murmuring.
Liu Ji, who was lying on the edge of the bed, raised his head with a pair of peach blossom eyes, and said seriously, "My wife, when I become a high-ranking official, the first thing I will do is chop off Wang Jin's head and let you kick it like a ball!"
"Are you sick? I'm not a pervert." Qin Yao slapped him, "Go to sleep!"
Liu Ji quickly lay down and dodged perfectly.
But the silence lasted less than three seconds, and then he poked his head out again, "Madam, are you feeling better now?"
Qin Yao: “.”
There was no response, and someone kept shouting "Madam, Madam" like a curse, which annoyed Qin Yao so much that she grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, "Shut up and go to sleep!"
Liu Ji: “Oh~”
I placed the flying pillow under my head, buried my face in it and took a light sniff. It smelled quite fragrant, and my heart was filled with joy. Then I fell into a deep sleep.
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