The pagoda made his scalp tingle.
"You despise me!" Song Qian said, feeling wronged.
He stared at Su Jiaoniang: "You like to redeem others, so why don't you redeem me? Buddha said, 'Put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot.' Why can't you make me turn back..."
"Because I haven't cultivated a relic yet, do you want to tell me who the mastermind is? If you don't, then die!" Su Jiaoniang looked at Lu Wujiu.
Lu Wujiu struck again.
The light in Song Qian's eyes disappeared.
He said, "I'll talk!"
He paused, watching the knife in Lu Wujiu's hand.
Suddenly, I found it interesting.
He said, "Why didn't you meet me sooner? Maybe I would have been saved!"
"..." The pagoda on the roof beam watched as Lu Wujiu's veins bulged on the back of his hand, struggling to restrain his murderous intent.
He laughed, not in a very kind way.
My mother is so wonderful, everyone knows that.
Everyone loves their mother!
This dad is in some danger!
Especially since my mother hasn't left the small county town yet, and hasn't met anyone better.
If you were to meet them, all those swarms of admirers would line up in droves.
This seems very interesting.
"It's the Huo family. General Huo has long been dissatisfied with those corrupt officials in the court, and he even dared to embezzle military rations, so he plans to take power himself and hollow out the court!"
"...Are you joking?" Su Jiaoniang scoffed.
How is that possible?
If General Huo really wanted to rebel, he wouldn't have needed to send his granddaughter to Daqi.
That way, so many of our children and grandchildren wouldn't have to die on the battlefield.
He is a very responsible person.
Loyal to the emperor and patriotic, one would not feel there was anything wrong with dying on the battlefield.
Such people are always single-minded; getting them to rebel is harder than getting them to never sleep with a woman for the rest of their lives.
"Kill him, he didn't tell a single truth!" Looking at the sunlight outside, Su Jiaoniang yawned.
She was also very tired after keeping watch all night.
“It is because Your Majesty is ill!” Song Qian said again.
However……
As soon as he finished speaking, a star-shaped hidden weapon landed on his neck.
The man, who seemed like a madman, had a hidden weapon stuck in his throat. He grinned and said, "It's... Jun Chaoyang, Jun... Jun Chaoyang."
After saying that, he lay down on the bed.
The last breath disappeared.
At the same time, Fu Tu threw out his scimitar and jumped down from the beam, his bright red blood staining the door of the room.
“Dead!” Futu looked at the person hooked by the scimitar.
“This one is dead too!” Su Jiaoniang pointed at Song Qian.
He turned around, pushed open the door, and checked the person who assassinated Song Qian.
He had poison pills stuck in his teeth; he never intended to live.
Su Jiaoniang turned to look at Song Qian, pried open his clenched fingers, and stuffed a worn wooden plaque in his hand with two words written on it: "Feiyan".
What does "?" mean?
When did the wooden sign get inside?
Scarlet Smoke? It sounds like a woman's name, but...
Is she really a woman?
Su Jiaoniang wasn't sure.
I find Song Qian's death today very strange!
Is Your Majesty well?
Jun Chaoyang was a good person, a good person who dedicated his life to the country and the people. How could he possibly get involved with something like opium poppies?
This doesn't fit his public image.
The three people left the courtyard without making a sound.
I was in a hurry to get home.
The moment I pushed open the door, I saw the little girl brushing her teeth and washing her face in the yard.
Xiao Ya glared at them.
Continue brushing your teeth.
The three people formed a triangle, facing each other from left to right and front to back.
He gave a wry smile.
Su Jiaoniang walked forward first and stood next to Xiaoya: "Good morning."
The little girl pouted.
Ignoring Su Jiaoniang, he continued to use his small toothbrush to very carefully clean his white and tender teeth.
Futu took a step forward and tugged at Xiaoya's clothes: "Good morning!"
Seeing that the little girl was clearly unhappy, he managed to squeeze out a single word.
Helpless, Lu Wujiu took a few steps forward and looked at Xiaoya: "Are you angry?"
Xiao Ya put down her toothbrush.
Wash your face clean.
Back in her room, she remained silent and wiped her reddened eyes.
She picked up her small package, slung it over her shoulder, and walked outside.
The three people in the courtyard remained silent.
Seeing that the little girl was showing signs of running away from home, I panicked!
Su Jiaoniang glared at the two men. She had already said that Xiaoya should be involved in family matters. Raising a young girl in an ivory tower was never the right choice.
She caught up with Xiaoya and blocked her path.
The little girl's eyes were sunken and red.
Without saying a word, he stared intently at Su Jiaoniang with those pitiful eyes, and Su Jiaoniang swallowed the words she was about to say.
Any words would be meaningless.
Watching the little girl walk outside.
Su Jiaoniang was no longer sleepy and followed the little girl at a distance.
Futu and Lu Wujiu followed.
The little girl was clearly angry.
How do I comfort someone?
Fu Tu and Lu Wujiu exchanged a glance. It was the first time either of them had studied this problem, and they couldn't find the answer for the time being.
Finally, the eyes of those seeking help fell on Su Jiaoniang.
Isn't it said that women understand women best?
What should we do in this situation?
No one has it easier than her.
Su Jiaoniang rolled her eyes.
Men are really useless; no matter how old they live, it's all for naught.
She quickened her pace, reached out and picked up the little girl: "Are you tired?"
The little girl turned her head away and ignored her.
Su Jiaoniang smiled and said, "You walk that way, I'll carry you, and when we get to your destination, I'll put you down."
The little girl's eyes became even redder.
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