No one knew why He Jiuniang wanted the pickled vegetable jar, so they watched as Fang Da carried the jar down and placed it at He Jiuniang's feet.
"And collect all that's spilled on the ground."
He Jiuniang gave the order in a cold voice, her tone filled with anger, and the assassins began to tremble.
Some people, not believing in superstition, saw He Jiuniang's unguarded state and wanted to take advantage of the situation. However, as soon as they had that motive and moved a few inches toward He Jiuniang, they were frozen in place by several flying silver needles.
"I advise you not to act rashly, or your fate will be far worse than these few."
He Jiuniang didn't even bother to look at them, not even sparing a glance.
Lu Baichuan was shocked. If he wasn't mistaken, when his wife threw the silver needles, she threw them blindly, but the needles accurately hit the acupoints of several people.
His wife's martial arts skills far surpassed his; she was no longer the weak and helpless woman who dared not even raise her voice four years ago.
What exactly happened to her?
He suppressed his doubts and walked up to He Jiuniang, helping her keep an eye on the assassins' movements.
Seeing this, another group of assassins knew that today's assassination mission had failed again, so they tried to abandon their companions and leave. However, just like the ones who were preparing to launch a sneak attack, they were pinned to the spot as soon as they took a step.
"I advise you not to fantasize about getting away unscathed. I gave you a chance before, but you didn't cherish it. Today, you not only used the same trick again, but you also broke my pickle jar. I won't let you get away with this."
He Jiuniang loved the pickled vegetables at home, especially since they were specially prepared for her by Sun Shi. Thinking of Sun Shi's repeated instructions at the door just now, she wished she could cut those people into a thousand pieces.
A group of assassins felt a chill run down their spines; they suddenly regretted their actions that day.
However, they had no choice but to obey their master's orders.
This woman is indeed formidable; as long as she remains, the master will not be at ease.
Soon, Fang Da brought over the pickled vegetables that had been scattered on the ground and stood in front of He Jiuniang, waiting for her instructions. He Jiuniang simply said, "Put them in their mouths."
"yes."
Fang Da immediately walked over to the assassins.
assassin:!!!
This is pickled vegetable!
pickle!
They kept their mouths tightly shut and shook their heads vigorously to express their refusal, but their refusal was useless.
Having just been brutally beaten by He Jiuniang, they had no ability to resist Fang Da and their mouths were immediately stuffed full of pickled vegetables.
Mmm, it tastes great!
The first bite was good, but the next bite... they found it unbearable.
It's so salty! I'm so thirsty, my throat feels like it's on fire.
But He Jiuniang added fuel to the fire at this crucial moment. She said from the side, "Don't rush, eat slowly, this whole jar is for you."
"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!"
The group shook their heads in fear. He Jiuniang said, "Don't want to eat? That won't do. Do you know how expensive salt is? Do you know how much salt it takes to make this jar of pickled vegetables? This was prepared for me by my mother herself. Do you know how precious it is, with all the love in it? And you've ruined it! I won't allow you to waste it, so I have to watch you eat it all."
Lu Baichuan's eyelids twitched. His wife was really ruthless, but he liked it very much.
Several assassins were already rolling their eyes when He Jiuniang said to a group of people not far away, "If they can't finish it, you can all eat it too. Just don't waste a single bit."
"Hurry up, don't force me to take action."
No sooner had the words been spoken than those who knew what was good for them had already come over. Seeing their companions' miserable state, they swallowed hard. They had no choice but to bite the bullet and go on.
Fang Da thoughtfully fed the others who were pinned down by silver needles and unable to move to their mouths.
After an unknown amount of time, amidst a chorus of painful screams, the jar of pickled vegetables was finally cleaned up.
He Jiuniang said, "Consider yourselves lucky. This is just a small jar. If the big jar had broken, I would have taken your lives!"
The assassins were speechless and unresponsive; they were completely numb.
Finally, Fang Da and the others used ropes to lasso them, tied them all together, and put them on the carriage to take them back together.
The group of assassins were so thirsty they were questioning their existence, yet they still insisted on walking back. Their throats were practically parched, and several of them collapsed on the way.
This delay meant that they set off in the morning but didn't arrive in the prefectural city until dinner time, and He Jiuniang blamed the group of assassins for it.
Having captured so many assassins, Lu Baichuan intends to take them directly to the Fire Cloud Division. With so many people on the street, the common folk can't be allowed to keep watching.
Because they ate pickled vegetables, they have no feeling in their mouths now, so there's no need to worry about them biting their tongues and committing suicide.
Lu Baichuan said, "You go back first. I have to go to the Fire Cloud Division first. Don't wait for me for dinner."
He Jiuniang knew, of course, that this matter couldn't be delayed, so she nodded and said, "Then I'll send you food in a bit."
"good."
Lu Baichuan nodded and personally led a group of people away.
Upon arriving at the gate of the Fire Cloud Division, the guards, seeing their leader returning from leave with so many men, immediately began to suspect that their leader might not have actually gone on leave, but rather had gone on some secret mission behind their backs.
"Boss, what's going on?"
The soldiers approached and asked, "This group of people looks so miserable. Their lips are swollen. What kind of inhuman torture have they suffered?"
Lu Baichuan shoved the man aside: "Stop asking questions, lock him up first."
As Lu Baichuan spoke, he walked inside. Just then, Qin Jian, having heard the news, came out to greet him. He glanced at the group of people behind him but didn't rush to gossip. Instead, he laughed and said, "I have some bad news for you. The girl you brought in before has been locked up by me. You're not angry, are you?"
He said this with a grin, but Lu Baichuan frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
"Why are you so nervous? Are you worried about me?"
His nonchalant attitude earned him a punch from Lu Baichuan, though it wasn't very forceful.
"Waaaaah, Lu Laosan, you have no heart! You've been home for the past few days without taking me with you, and you even hit me when we just met!"
Do you know how I've been these past few days? You don't even care about me!
Lu Baichuan: ...
Why is it that Qin Jian seems possessed by something unclean after only a few days at home?
He simply ignored him and continued walking inside. Qin Jian was unreliable; he'd better ask Lou Chong instead.
To everyone's surprise, Lou Chong wasn't there. Turning around, he saw Qin Jian leaning against the door, striking a seductive pose: "Little Chongchong went to eat your Lu Hei Ya (a type of braised duck), while I'm still holding the fort. Turns out, the 'Jian' in my name means 'holding the fort'..."
"Bang!"
Lu Baichuan kicked the door shut. If he could, he would have welded it shut; he was determined not to let that devil in.
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