Yang Qing already understood what was going on at this time, she obviously let the little monk drugged Yang Chun's food and stunned her, why did she faint in the end.

Now it's in trouble.

Yang Qing hurriedly got out of bed and knelt in front of Mrs. Yang, "Mother, it's not what you think, I don't know what happened at all, I was wronged, I didn't do anything, please mother know." ”

Mrs. Yang sneered: "I'm sleeping in the same bed, how can you let me know, can't it be difficult to check if you are still a virgin now!"

Yang Qing's face turned pale, she looked up at the little monk, and the little monk didn't dare to go too far, so she said: "If there is only one way to prove her daughter's innocence, her daughter is willing." ”

"Do you think that only when you are broken can you lose your innocence? You don't count if you lie in the same bed with a man like this? It's really a bad work, what kind of person is like and what kind of daughter is raised. Mrs. Yang scolded.

Yang Qing was shocked, and had to bow his head and hold back tears.

Yang Chun fanned the flames on the side, "Since my sister said that she was innocent, maybe there was really some misunderstanding here, why don't we investigate carefully and see what is going on." ”

Yang Chun's eyes kept looking at Yang Chun when he said this, and when he saw Yang Chun kneeling there, he trembled even more. She bit her lower lip, she could only swallow this mute into her stomach, if she investigated it thoroughly, it would be easy to ask if she had bought the little monk, and if Mrs. Yang knew that the person she originally wanted to harm was Yang Chun, it would be even more guilty.

Yang Qing is like being roasted on an iron plate at this time, no matter what, it is very tormenting, if she doesn't investigate, then her innocence will be humiliated, if she investigates, what good will it do her to find out what is behind the scenes.

She lowered her head and thought hatefully, Yang Chun, even if you are ruthless, sooner or later I will want you to look good, I don't believe you can prevent it every time.

Mrs. Yang waved her hand and said, "What kind of glorious thing is it, it is still worth publicizing with great fanfare, and it can be handled in private." ”

Mrs. Yang took the little monk to find the abbot of the temple and drove the little monk out of Yuqingguan, and the little monk kept telling people everywhere that he was wronged, but no one was willing to listen to his explanation.

Yu Qingguan's matter was suppressed like this, and the few people who went to help at that time knew the situation, and these people were later called to the room by Mrs. Yang to lecture them one by one.

"If I hear rumors about this, then it must be some of you who have told it, and I will find out, and if not, you will not have to stay in the house. Mrs. Yang warned.

A few little maids were silent and nodded again and again.

It's okay to rot in your stomach.

At night, the moon is clear and the wind is clear, it is a good time to sleep, but Yang Qing can't fall asleep in bed over and over, as long as she closes her eyes, she can think of the things of the day, think of how she is embarrassed, and think of Yang Chun's complacent look.

Yang Qing clenched her fists and gritted her teeth secretly, but the feeling of blockage in her chest was always difficult to release, she had to get up, wander back and forth in the house, open the window, and the fresh air outside came in, Yang Qing couldn't help but walk out of the room.

The garden was quiet, and occasionally a few descendants of the Yang family walked by, all of whom looked at her with strange eyes, hurriedly greeted her, and walked away.

Yang Qian felt panicked on her face, so she had to go to an inaccessible place, trying to find a clean place, sit down and think about what to do in the future.

After walking for a stick of incense, she found a secluded place, probably on the outskirts of the monastery, surrounded by trees and a small river in front.

Yang Qing walked to the river and sat down, one hand reached into the water, the cold river water made her sober up a lot.

Suddenly, she heard a small noise around her, like the sound of a toddler stepping on dead wood.

Yang Qing's hairs suddenly stood on end, and she stood up vigilantly, looking around for the source of the sound.

Suddenly, Yang Qing felt a chill in her neck, she looked down and saw a sword against her neck. Yang Qing immediately raised his hands and asked, "Who are you?"

"If you want to live, don't be silent. The man said coldly.

Yang Qing was so frightened that he forgot to shout at all, "I don't make a sound, what do you want." ”

The man let out a painful **, the sword body loosened, Yang Qing had the opportunity to turn around, and just wanted to take a few steps, he was restrained by the man, "Don't play tricks." ”

Only then did Yang Qing see clearly that the man in front of him was scarred, and a wound on his abdomen was particularly obvious, although he was wearing black clothes, he was also soaked in blood, and his face was pale.

The man was clearly seriously injured.

The tip of the man's sword pointed at Yang Qing: "If you want to live, just wait here." ”

Yang Qing didn't know what he was going to do, so he could only be obedient, and about an hour later, it was late at night, and he estimated that the people in the temple were asleep. The man staggered to his feet and slapped Yang Qing with his sword, "Go." ”

"Where are you going?"

"Do you have any medicine in your room?" the man asked.

Yang Qing shook his head, and the tip of the man's sword came closer, and Yang Qing immediately changed his words: "Yes, yes, there are all kinds of wound medicine, and the strong man spares his life." ”

Yang Qing took the man back to her room, and she picked a few remote paths, thanks to not meeting anyone along the way.

When she arrived in the room, Yang Qing saw how serious this person's injuries were, and she was so frightened that she didn't dare to move, but the man put his sword on the table and ordered Yang Qing to fetch a basin of hot water and bring him medicine for the wound.

Yang Qing was clumsy and couldn't do anything, how could she have been in such close contact with a man, who asked Yang Qing to help him remove his left sleeve, Yang Qing trembled and almost tore his wound bigger.

The man was helpless, pushed Yang Qing away, picked up the wound medicine and sprinkled it on the wound, and then skillfully bandaged the wound.

Yang Qing kept hiding in the corner with his knees hugged and watching, not knowing what the origin of this person was.

After the man had taken care of his wounds, Yang Qing dared to ask, "Now that you're fine, can you leave?"

She had just been found in the room during the day to have a private meeting with the little monk, and at night, there was another man in the room, and if she was discovered, even if she had ten mouths, she couldn't tell.

The man didn't mean to leave, but asked Yang Qing for some food, chewing slowly while looking Yang Qing up and down.

Yang Qing couldn't help but tremble.

The man raised his eyebrows and smiled: "You don't have to be afraid, as long as you don't make a noise, I won't hurt you, you and I have a life-saving grace, I can't help but hurt you, and I will help you do one thing in return, what do you think?"

Yang Qing just wanted this plague god to leave quickly, and he was not interested in his repayment. In a moment, she came to her senses.

Wait, what did this person just say? Can you promise her something?

"Is it okay to do anything?"

"Anything I can do. ”

"And what if I let you kill someone?"