Nephew Qiao opened his eyes and sat up.
Then he held Jing Qiaoqiao in his arms, held the sword, and walked out swaggeringly.
"I knew you wouldn't let this go."
A man standing opposite, dressed in gray cloth and holding two swords, shouted sternly, "You bastard, we are here to kill you under orders."
Nephew Qiao's brows were gloomy, and a disdainful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "With you?"
"...They believe that the one in your arms is a little fairy, but we don't believe it."
The leader said this and drew his sword.
However, nephew Qiao was not in a hurry. He turned to the bench in the yard and sat there quietly to watch the show.
Just when the man was about to get close.
A large net suddenly fell down.
Bind people tightly.
[Even with a sword in hand, you can't cut the rope net unless it's poisoned.]
As Jing Qiaoqiao was thinking about this, her nephew Qiao lowered his head.
He reported confidently: "Aunt, when I came here I not only brought your elixir, but also poison.
This poison is colorless and odorless, and it can only keep you alive for an hour at most. This hour is enough to interrogate the mastermind behind this."
When nephew Qiao spoke these words, he raised his voice deliberately.
Cold sweat broke out on the killer's forehead.
Knowing that he was about to die in Linzhou, he looked up to the sky and cried.
"Master Hu, I can't take revenge after all, ah."
The killer didn't want to be tortured, so he raised the sword in his hand and slashed his neck.
Seeing that the killer committed suicide, the other killers were helpless and left.
Nephew Qiao stared at the corpse on the ground and snorted, "How stupid."
[Isn't it good that the killer is dead? Why is nephew Qiao still swearing?]
"Aunt, the colorless and odorless poison is all made up by my nephew.
The medicine on the rope net is just the Qingling Pill I brought from Kyoto."
Qingling Pill?
In the original book, it is the medicine that least resembles poison.
It seems to have been brought back by my fifth nephew Jing Shenghua.
If the old emperor knew that his nephew Qiao hadn't even fought Hu Wenquan's descendants, I wonder how he would feel.
Nephew Qiao touched Jing Qiaoqiao's nose with his finger and said, "Aunt, once the matter in Linzhou is resolved, we can set off back to Kyoto."
That night.
Nephew Qiao sat in front of the desk and drew a picture.
Jing Qiaoqiao stuck her head out and took a look.
Good job.
The painting shows her sitting on the roof.
Nephew Qiao was quite nice. He drew a set of clothes for her even though she had nothing to wear.
This painting vividly illustrates Jing Qiaoqiao's graceful and radiant character.
At noon the next day, when nephew Qiao went out for inspection, Jing Qiaoqiao discovered that such portraits were hung at the doors of all the shops in Linzhou.
Although it was not created by nephew Qiao alone, the picture is not much different.
Especially the momentum.
Jing Qiaoqiao even began to believe that she was the immortal shining with golden light.
Inside the restaurant.
"Your Excellency, I have already sent the painting to the temple and handed it over to the abbot."
Nephew Qiao smiled as he picked up the upside-down teacup, picked up the teapot, poured tea into it, and handed it to Wu Pingyong, "Governor Wu, please sit down and have a cup of tea."
Wu Pingyong grinned and sat down slowly.
I'm a little flattered.
"Mr. Minister, why did you ask me to send the little immortal's painting to the temple?"
Nephew Qiao chuckled, looking calm and composed as if everything was under control.
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