Wei Dong's body was as fast as lightning. With a backhand palm strike, he knocked a man with a halberd-like beard to the ground. Meanwhile, Baimei and Guoguo once again displayed perfect coordination. Guoguo made a feint to the east and attacked in the west. Baimei seized the opportunity and swooped down, blinding the left eye of the man wielding the Judge's Pen who was fighting with Jian Ning.
After succeeding, one of them flew away quickly while the other jumped onto Brother Qiu's back.
Amid the cheers of the onlookers, Jian Ning leaped forward and delivered a sideways kick, hitting the man squarely on the right cheek, followed by a whirlwind kick that knocked him to the ground. Guoguo quickly ran over and snatched away the man's judge's pen.
The remaining one was kicked away by Jane Ning.
The other two assassins were inevitably impatient when they saw their companion defeated, allowing Ma Fuquan and Huo Jincheng to seize the flaw and defeat them in one fell swoop!
"Boss!" Jian Ning stepped on the man's chest and looked at Ding Youtian. "They keep coming back one after another. It's endless. What do you think we should do?"
Ding Youtian's heart warmed at the sound of her calling him "head of the household." He shouted with full energy, "Go to the capital! Charge into the palace and demand an explanation!"
The onlookers were immediately furious when they heard this.
The capital? The royal palace? In the villagers' minds, it was like a palace in heaven. Was that a place mortals like them could go?
What’s going on? Why does it involve the capital and the palace?
And what about these unfamiliar faces? The villagers were whispering to each other, no one knowing what was going on.
Some people went to ask the village head and the clan leader, but they were also clueless. Even Tian Shi didn't know about the relationship between Jian Ning and the palace. Only Ma Fuquan and Wei Dong knew about it.
The villagers were not stupid. Ding Youtian was born and raised in their Dingxian Village, and some of them quickly thought of Jian Ning. She was originally bought by Old Ding at the market, and Old Ding always said to others that he had spent money to buy her out of pity.
Wow, he actually bought back someone from the palace.
For a time, the villagers were saying all sorts of things. Some said Jian was the daughter of the prince's eldest daughter, while others said she was a maid who had escaped from the palace. The former was the majority. When the news reached Old Ding, he flatly denied it.
"How could such a poor and shabby girl be the eldest daughter of a royal family? She's dressed in rags, like a beggar. There's no way!"
Even so, Old Ding was still puzzled. Jian Shi could read a few words. When he first picked her up, she looked only about seven or eight years old. If she was really that young as a maid, which master would have the temerity to teach her to read?
Oh my God, if Jian is really the eldest daughter of the palace, wouldn’t he have lost a huge fortune?
No, no, he consoled himself. It might be a serious problem. How could he have been killed for no reason? Throwing it away was the right thing to do. He was unwilling to admit he was wrong. He would regret it to death.
Ding Youtian regretted enough that he refused to kneel when he met the official. He didn't want to regret it even more. If he did, he would be so angry that he would die!
No, Old Dingtou persuaded himself no less than a hundred times before he felt at ease.
He had clearly persuaded himself, while Huo Jincheng and Weidong were still trying to persuade Jian Ning and Ding Youtian. Now they were about to abandon their mission and march to the capital. Given the relationship between the Ma family and his own, how could Ma Fuquan stand by and watch? If they abandoned their mission, what would happen to the thousands of kilograms of wine he had ordered? What about the riverside construction site?
"Listen to me, there's no need to rush. When the prince returns, he will definitely come to Dingxian Village, and the matter will be cleared up then. If it's really the work of the inner chambers of the palace, you don't need to step in. The prince will definitely take care of it and give you an explanation."
Huo Jincheng spared no effort to persuade Jian Ning.
"This matter requires long-term consideration. In my opinion, once the wine is ready, if the prince is still trapped at the border, you should all go together to deliver the wine to the capital. To be honest, this wine was purchased by important officials at the court. If Prince Yong is behind the assassination, I will inevitably need to ask the ministers for help. So wouldn't it be better to wait until the wine is ready?"
"Jincheng is right." Weidong nodded. "Prince Yong and his mother are deeply favored by the emperor. If Prince Yong gets involved, it will be difficult to bring him down without the help of the ministers in the court."
Jian Ning had been furious earlier. How dare those people barge in and commit murder in broad daylight? After calming down, she realized it wasn't a good time to go to the capital. Dabao still had to study, and Ding Youtian would be taking the child exam in March. There was no rush to go to the capital, but the Seven Deadly Sect had to be dealt with. Otherwise, who knew when the next wave of assassins would appear.
Ding Qiang died today, but who knows tomorrow...
Thinking of Ding Qiang, Jian Ning called Dabao in and asked him in detail about what happened to Ding Qiang. Dabao opened his palm and said that after Ding Qiang fell, he did not dare to eat any more Hovenia dulcis. He picked up the remaining half of his own stalk and the remaining half of Ding Qiang's stalk and wrapped them in a handkerchief.
"I ate this one before. I asked Sister Qiaofeng to test it with a silver needle. It's not poisonous. I gave this one to Xiaoqiang. The needle turned black. It's poisonous."
"Mom, did I kill Xiaoqiang?"
Dabao couldn't hold back his tears after he finished speaking. He thought that if he hadn't given Ding Qiang the money, he would still be alive and well. The more he thought about it, the sadder he became, and tears silently flowed down his face.
Jian Ning hurriedly pulled him over and held him in her arms, "If you knew it was poisonous, would you still give it to him?"
Dabao shook his head.
"So, you didn't kill him, and you didn't poison him. Where did you get that thing?"
Dabao looked at Ma Fuquan, who frowned and asked, "Did Xiaomai give it to you?"
"No. It is, Little Bean."
Ma Fuquan called Ma Xiaodou in and asked him to explain where he got it. Ma Xiaodou said, "I got it from the basin. My brother divided it up. We all ate it, except for my brother Bao and my second brother. So I gave it to them." He reconstructed the scene and said, "The one I hold in this hand is for my brother Bao, and the one I hold in this hand is for my second brother."
"Go call your second brother."
Ma Fuquan asked him to call Ma Xiaomi over as well. Ma Xiaomi had also tested the remaining Hovenia dulcis leaves for him and found them to be non-toxic. Even though they were non-toxic, he still didn't dare eat them and threw them away.
"Do you remember where the basin was placed? Take me to see it." Ma Fuquan, Jian Ning and others followed Ma Xiaodou to see where the basin was placed, which was on the corridor.
Ma Fuquan looked up. Jian Ning's roof had been renovated. Someone with good Qinggong skills could have laid on it and poisoned the basin below. But how could they have poisoned only one stick? And with such precision?
"The person who poisoned Xiao Mi wouldn't be targeting my Xiao Mi, but Da Bao. The problem is that there were Xiao Mi's and Da Bao's in the basin. How did the person who poisoned me know which ones were Da Bao's and which ones were Xiao Mi's?"
Ding Youtian turned and asked Ma Xiaomai, "When did you bring the Hovenia dulcis? Was there anyone else in the courtyard at that time?"
Ma Xiaomai was stunned for a moment, then thought about it carefully and shook his head, "I didn't notice."
"I knew you were going to cause trouble!" Tian slapped him on the back. "You're so bored, you dug up that damn thing for no reason. Would it bore you to death if you just stayed at home? You're a troublesome thing, you deserve to be punished!"
"What does it have to do with me? Why did you hit me?" Ma Xiaomai felt so aggrieved that his voice became a few decibels higher. Tian didn't say anything, but Ma Fu's face fell.
"Apologize to your mother. Who allowed you to talk to her like that?"
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