Chapter 239 Fang Luxue almost got hit
Wan Qiqi looked somewhat helpless.
She never let Fang Luxue join the fight; she only asked her to hold the fort. She never expected that the other party would also be such a sentimental person.
However, Wan Qiqi had long disliked Aunt Yang, so it wasn't unreasonable for her to take the opportunity to teach her a lesson.
With Wan Qiqi joining, Fang Luxue quickly turned the tide.
Lin Xiaohua was kicked aside by Wan Qiqi, but Wu Gousheng pulled her back.
Wan Qiqi grabbed Aunt Yang's loose hair and exposed her face to Fang Luxue.
Fang Luxue felt that the lesson she had taught Aunt Yang last time was far from enough, which is why Aunt Yang went even further.
She raised her hand and slapped Aunt Yang across the face.
The sound of slapping someone's face reached Sun Dahu's ears, making him pause for a moment.
Taking this opportunity, Chen Sanyuan retaliated, throwing both fists at once and smashing them into the soft flesh of Sun Daxiong's abdomen.
Sun Daxiong staggered back several steps in pain, his brows furrowed, and he bent over, clutching his stomach, unable to recover for a long time.
Aunt Yang was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face, and she kept cursing, "Wan Qiqi, you bitch, it must have been you! You planned this, didn't you?"
Wan Qiqi chuckled coldly, "Isn't this Aunt Yang's plan? To let everyone see Chen Sanyuan and your daughter having a secret rendezvous, so that Chen Lizheng would have no choice but to agree to their marriage."
She forcefully tugged at Aunt Yang's hair.
Aunt Yang felt a chill run down her spine, and the veins on her forehead bulged.
"You just didn't expect Sun Daxiong to show up and disrupt your plans."
After saying that, Wan Qiqi let go.
Aunt Yang was pulled forward by the force of the pull and crashed directly into the banyan tree, leaving a bloody mark.
She was dazed and confused from the impact, and slumped against the banyan tree, looking like she was about to die.
Lin Xiaohua was so frightened that she stood there stunned.
Wu Gousheng was also stunned, fearing that someone might actually die, which would be terrible.
Lin Xiaohua broke free from Wu Gousheng, looked around, spotted a stone on the ground, and picked it up.
She raised a stone and shouted, "You killed my mother, I'll kill you all!"
The stone flew out of his hand and struck Wan Qiqi directly.
Wan Qiqi turned around and dodged the stone, but forgot that Fang Luxue was behind her. She wanted to reach out and pull her back, but it was too late!
Fang Luxue was stunned for a moment. The stone was getting closer and closer, almost touching her forehead.
Chen Sanyuan tried to chase after the stone, but tripped on a tree root and fell to the ground.
Just then, with a "clang," the stone landed in front of Chen Sanyuan.
Looking up, I saw a man dressed in a gray robe.
He pointed his long sword at the ground, his expression cold, like a heartless killing machine.
Fang Luxue stared blankly, slumped to the ground, and exhaled a deep breath.
At the same time, a man dressed in a moon-white robe with ingot patterns rushed over and squatted down in front of Fang Luxue without regard for his image.
Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?
Wan Qiqi turned around, glanced at the sharp sword, took a small step to the side, and craned her neck to look at the man on the ground.
She recognized the man; he was Fang Luxue's brother, Fang Bowen.
Fang Luxue was initially just frightened, but upon seeing Fang Bowen, her nose stung and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
"Brother, why are you so late! Waaaaah..."
Fang Luxue buried her face in Fang Bowen's shoulder and cried.
Immediately afterwards, three or four yamen runners dressed in county yamen uniforms rushed over, drew their swords, and surrounded the people present.
Wan Qiqi tried to escape, but she was trapped inside as well.
Sun Daxiong then realized that the woman wailing on the ground was the daughter of Magistrate Fang, whom the villagers had been talking about.
It's over! It's completely over!
His eyes widened instantly, his hands trembled, and he knelt on the ground.
Aunt Yang leaned against the banyan tree, her mind clearing up, but she still kept her eyes closed, thinking that no matter what, she had to drag Wan Qiqi down with her.
Fang Bowen hugged his younger sister, his eyes filled with heartache.
At home, he couldn't bear to scold his younger sister, but in Lotus Village, she turned out like this and almost got hit with stones!
He gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and said coldly, "Drag out the person who threw the stone and chop off his hand!"
Lin Xiaohua was so frightened that she fell to the ground and hurriedly knelt down, begging for mercy, "Spare me! I didn't mean it. Young master, I beg you, spare me! I'd be willing to be your slave!"
His forehead hit the stone-paved ground with a "thump, thump".
In no time, a red mark was left on the stone, showing how sincere Lin Xiaohua was.
If it were before, Chen Sanyuan would definitely have knelt down to help Lin Xiaohua.
At this moment, he simply watched coldly, without making any move.
Fang Bowen urged, "Are you deaf? Aren't you moving?"
The constables hesitated.
The magistrate only asked them to help find the people of Lotus Village; he did not instruct them to take action.
They exchanged a glance.
The young master is the magistrate's son, and Miss Fang is the magistrate's beloved daughter. You can't go wrong by following his orders!
Two constables immediately stepped forward and dragged Lin Xiaohua out.
One person pinned her left hand to the ground, while another person grabbed the knife with both hands, weighed it in their hands, and then raised it.
"Wait a minute!" Wan Qiqi suddenly shouted.
The constable paused for a moment, his knife slashing off course and landing on the side, but taking away Lin Xiaohua's little finger instead.
"Ah!" Lin Xiaohua cried out in pain.
The ten fingers are connected to the heart; losing a finger is like stabbing your heart with a knife.
Wan Qiqi caught a glimpse of blood, turned her face away, and didn't furrow her brow.
My stomach, which had just recovered from the recent illness, is now churning again.
The constable with the knife touched his nose, looking at Fang Bowen with a questioning gaze.
Fang Bowen turned his head to stare at Wan Qiqi, finally recognizing the woman, and asked coldly, "Why are you pleading for her?"
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