"The secret medicine from the southern border is indeed very effective. I'll have to get more next time I have the chance."
Brother Xie said with a hint of pride, "I saw the imperial physician guarding inside, so I didn't go out, but I was only barely managing to stop the hand from festering further."
"It's probably still a long way from the day Meng Zhixuan wakes up."
Hearing this, Leng Pusheng breathed a sigh of relief.
As long as he hasn't woken up yet, the danger to Wei Wei will be greatly reduced.
Such a petite yet resilient woman shouldn't be left with nowhere to go.
Having obtained the information he wanted, Leng Pusheng finally remembered that Brother Xie wouldn't stop there, and asked him, "Is there anything else you haven't said?"
Brother Xie patted his shoulder, leaned closer and said, "Miss Wei sent you here because she wants to kill those two old bastards from the Meng family, right?"
so?
"The sect leader's intention is to spare one person's life."
"Why?"
Brother Xie leaned over and explained, "Think about it, if both of them are dead, Meng Zhixuan will definitely go berserk when he wakes up. Without any restraint, wouldn't Miss Wei be in even greater danger?"
Leng Pusheng was not happy to hear this.
He knew that Wei Wei was a very meticulous person and must have thought of this possibility long ago, but she still wanted to kill them, so she must have already come up with a plan.
Seeing that he remained silent for a long time, Brother Xie looked at him in surprise: "What's wrong? What are you hesitating about?"
Leng Pusheng then stopped hesitating and coldly refused, "No, both of them must die!"
Upon hearing his words, Brother Xie's eyes widened: "You've got some nerve!"
"How dare you disobey the hall master's orders?"
Too lazy to pay attention to his shocked expression, Leng Pusheng snorted with a hint of arrogance: "You don't know?"
“My mother has been saved by Miss Wei several times. I want to repay her kindness, and I will only obey Miss Wei’s orders.”
Brother Xie clicked his tongue twice, and couldn't help but feel a deep respect for him: "He has backbone!"
An excited look appeared on his face as he gossiped, "Is the Hall Master shooting himself in the foot?"
"Such a rare opportunity, if it were me, I would do the same thing, no, I would be even more outrageous than you!"
Seeing his radiant face, Leng Pusheng couldn't help but roll his eyes: "Stop with your wild ideas! I'm here now, if you have something to do, go ahead!"
Standing here is just an eyesore!
Brother Xie chuckled, with a hint of mystery in his voice: "I still have things to do."
"No rush, no rush."
Leng Pusheng didn't ask. Just as he had said, since they weren't from Su Shou Tang, it would be impolite to ask.
Neither of them spoke again until Master Meng helped Madam Meng out of the courtyard, and then they both got into the carriage and headed back the way they came.
If you get close enough, you can hear Madam Meng's soft, intermittent sobs coming from inside the carriage.
She kept saying how pitiful her son was.
Leng Pusheng followed behind, sneering inwardly.
Soon it will be his son's turn to say how pitiful they are.
He walked swiftly past the carriage, only stopping when he reached a corner.
He took a black cloth from inside his clothes and covered his face, then heard the carriage approaching from afar.
Then, with his back to them, he stood in the middle of the road.
The coachman frantically reined in the horse, his face full of impatience: "Where did this scoundrel come from! Get the hell away from me!"
Having said that, he raised his riding whip and was about to lash out at Leng Pusheng.
Leng Pusheng remained silent, but slowly drew the knife from his waist.
A blast of cold air hit them, startling the coachman so much that his voice cracked: "Bandits! Bandits!"
"If you want to stay alive, get out of here now!"
Leng Pusheng turned around, his eyes like knives, fixed on the coachman, as if he wanted to pierce his skin and stab into his body.
The coachman's face was ashen, and although there was only one person in front of him, the fear in his heart kept spreading upwards!
"master......"
Struggling to utter a single sentence, Master Meng, his face deathly pale, abruptly flung open the carriage curtain and roared, "He's just one person! Drive the carriage and run him over!"
The fear in the groom's eyes faded, replaced by a ruthless look.
Then he slammed the whip down hard on the horse's rump, and the horse neighed and charged forward!
Good timing!
So that you won't think I'm bullying you!
The blade scraped across the ground, shattering all the leaves on the leaves.
Leng Pusheng took a few quick steps forward, his body instantly becoming a blur.
When he stopped in the same spot again, a line of blood slowly appeared on the necks of Master Meng and the coachman, and then they silently fell to the ground.
They died.
The body was then thrown off the jolting carriage, leaving blood everywhere.
Realizing what was happening too late, Madam Meng saw the blood all over her body and couldn't help but scream in terror.
The horse carried her forward, allowing her to see the approaching assassin more clearly, like a demon from hell!
Leng Pusheng raised the knife in his hand again and flicked it lightly, sending the energy towards Madam Meng, who was staring wide-eyed and unable to move in fear.
A crisp sound rang out, followed by her terrified, high-pitched scream: "Ah!"
Blood gushed from her arm, and she fell straight down.
But Leng Pusheng's face darkened.
He turned his head slightly, looking at the cross-shaped knife marks on the carriage.
One knife was his, while the other flew from the side, saving Madam Meng's life.
The carriage carrying people passed by him and went further and further away. He did not chase after it, but turned to look at the uninvited guest who was hidden in the woods and had not appeared.
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