Yan Jianjun confronted Meng Jianjun to demand an explanation, and in a fit of rage, Meng Jianjun beat up the henchmen.
Supervisor Yan reprimanded Supervisor Meng, who then got into a fight with his underlings!
Otherwise, how did Supervisor Meng get these whip marks on his body?
Suddenly, two people stumbled out of the barracks. They were the two guards who had gone to find Meng Yi earlier and were in charge of distributing meals.
His body was covered in crisscrossing whip marks, his face was also covered in wounds, and there wasn't a single patch of smooth clothing.
?!
Finally, Yan Lang, his face grim, looked at the three people on the ground, and at Meng Yi, who was furious and whipping people...
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he roared in fury, "Enough!"
Meng Yi glanced at it from the side, but did not stop what he was doing.
The henchmen who had been whipped lay on the ground, clutching their heads, crying and screaming for their parents...
They just didn't dare to scurry away.
Yan Lang stepped forward, snatched the whip from Meng Yi's hand, and threw him to the ground.
Upon seeing this, the henchman immediately knelt down and kowtowed to Yan Lang.
Yan Lang was extremely disgusted and kicked him aside.
Meng Yi glared fiercely at the henchman, only then realizing the burning pain all over his body...
He placed his palm on his back, with the blood from his palm.
Meng Yi spat fiercely, then turned back to look at the barracks with a sinister gaze.
Of the four people in the room, three were injured, except for the henchmen.
The crucial point is that he was completely unaware of such severe whipping wounds...
In the last second before he lost consciousness, he remembered that it was a henchman who had bumped into him.
The two guards also said that he lost consciousness after bumping into a henchman...
Even so, it's unreasonable that the three of them should have been whipped so many times and still be unconscious!
There's definitely something fishy going on!
Yan Lang slowly raised his hand and placed his fingertips under his nose...
Just now, when Yan Lang pulled the henchman out, his fingertips touched his clothes and a little powder got on them.
With a gentle sniff, and a slight sense of déjà vu, I roughly guessed its purpose.
Yan Lang's gaze lingered on Meng Yi's back, looking at the whip marks thicker than his index finger, then at the whip that he had just thrown away, which belonged to Meng Yi, not far away...
The thickness of the whip marks is inconsistent.
Meng Yi is a fool; all he knows is to take revenge with brute force and kill people with ruthlessness.
Under his watch, they dared to deceive him and use such idiotic methods to blatantly drug him!
Little did they know that even if Prince Cheng and his entourage were poisoned, the remaining exiles would not survive.
His Majesty did not openly intercept and kill them on the road in order to prevent public criticism.
Despite his despicable tactics and attempts to suppress the news, all the exiled prisoners died the day after Prince Cheng arrived...
What do the people of the world think?
How does Your Majesty see them?
idiot!
Even if medication is necessary, the timing must be carefully chosen and disguised as an accident.
Such blatant poisoning is not an accident, but intentional!
This will likely make Prince Cheng and his men even more vigilant, especially after last night's assassination attempt.
Taking advantage of the commotion, Ning Xi'er subtly moved her mind, and Xingming took out another water pouch from his body.
Upon learning that everyone else had already drunk some, he drank a little himself and then shared it with Wei Xunfang and Qin Yuan.
Wei Xunfang and Qin Yuan quietly reported the findings of their morning investigation to Xie Zhun.
Xie Zhun leaned closer to Ning Xi'er and whispered two words in her ear with a smile. Ning Xi'er then took out paper and pen from her sleeve.
It uses ordinary charcoal pencils and white paper, which are more durable and easier to fold than Xuan paper.
At first, Wei Xunfang learned the Ziwei Technique and naturally guessed what was going on.
But when Qin Yuan saw this, he couldn't help but think more highly of Xingming.
The guards had been keeping a close eye on the situation. The village chief had just arrived and pleaded with the symptomatic convicts to return to their quarters, as they needed to fetch water that afternoon to make them vomit up the gerbil poison they had ingested...
The guards were stopped, which prevented them from stopping Xie Zhun's whispering.
But Xingming pulled out three water pouches from his bosom. Even though the first two were for saving people, the guard's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's, staring intently at him.
After consulting Yan Lang and obtaining his approval to allow the village chief to take the people back, the guards immediately came over and expelled Xingming, Wei Xunfang, Qin Yuan, and other unrelated individuals from the area.
Xingming was just about to get up...
Xie Zhun glanced in Yan Lang's direction, then, following the direction of the checkpoint, reminded Ning Xi'er, "Xingming, there might be danger!"
Ning Xi'er immediately understood, connecting the cause and effect, and their strange behavior...
Yan Lang, Meng Yi, and Sun Zuo—either one or all of them—would all realize that Xie Zhun had a master by his side.
They could retaliate against them through the influence of unknown forces.
As a charlatan who was not among the displaced people, Xingming naturally became the prime suspect.
Moreover, many of the guards had just seen him take a water pouch out of his pocket...
Three water sacs are not easy to hide in clothes, especially since Xingming is thin and frail.
When they came in last night, it seemed no one noticed that Xingming had hidden something in his clothes...
Otherwise, it will definitely be confiscated.
Ning Xi'er pretended to help Xingming up...
Xingming grinned and pretended to be flattered.
Ning Xi'er leaned closer and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear, "This afternoon, when the village chief arranges for people to fetch water, you can go with them..."
Xingming's expression was exaggerated. "Me? Do you think I can lift it?"
Just kidding, it's a 20-mile walk.
Ning Xi'er grabbed his clothes, "It's not that I'm worried, it's that I want you to die!"
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