It was Wang Ergou.

While the two were making love, he dug a big hole in the beam of the house and jumped in from the hole.

Song Ji broke out in a cold sweat, and Ah Rong had already screamed, carrying the corner of the quilt and shrinking to the corner of the bed.

"Say!" Wang Ergou shouted.

"I ...... I...... I don't know what to say...... Swordsman...... Heroes spare their lives......"

"I don't want to listen to begging for mercy, I just want you to finish the last romance in your life, and don't leave regrets!"

"Hero...... Spare ...... Small...... The little one knows wrong...... As long as the hero spares the small ...... The small ones must be ......."

Wang Ergou said coldly: "What nonsense, don't you say yes, then I will kill your dog now!"

If you hurt yourself by mistake, you can use "cheap life", why do you say "dog life".

He secretly scolded in his heart why his brain didn't have a long memory, and also complained that his parents had to add a dog to his name in the first place, how good it was to call Wang Er, and when he scolded people for being dogs in the future, he was also very arrogant and arrogant.

Song Ji said: "Okay, let's talk about it...... When you're done, please ...... hero."

Wang Ergou said sharply: "Ah, my arm is full of strength at this time, and my knife is about to cut off......"

"Hero, I want to say - to make a comparison with her to the ends of the earth...... Heroes ......"

"Oh, you said it earlier, so obedient, then I'll kill you later. Wang Ergou looked at Ah Rong, who was trembling in the corner of the bed, and asked, "You say, are his last words romantic?"

But Song Ji cried: "The hero spares his life...... Don't scare me with 'last words'......"

"If you don't speak, you shut up, and if you don't obey, I'll let your last words be fulfilled in advance. ”

He asked Ah Rong again, "Is it romantic?"

"Waves...... No...... Not romantic......"

"Who are you from Mao Dayong?"

"Yes...... Wife. ”

"Is Mao Dayong being married by Ming Media?"

"Yes......"

"Then do you want to go to the ends of the earth with this Steward Song to be a pair of winged mandarin ducks?"

"No...... Don't want to ......"

Wang Ergou said to Song Ji again: "Did you hear that? People are more honest than you and don't want to go on the road with you." My knife, don't kill honest people, it seems that I can't help it, the people of the winged mandarin duck don't agree to do it, I can only send you to be an outlaw lonely goose first-"

Song Ji pleaded: "I'm also an honest man, Daxia - I confess, I'm actually just playing with her, what is like flying with wings, it's all about coaxing her......"

"Oh? It's kind of interesting, share your sister strategy. ”

Song Ji said: "The little one is guilty, and he shouldn't take advantage of the fact that the young helper is busy with official business day and night, and has no intention of taking care of his wife's room, so he ...... I was seduced by this little ****, yes, she seduced me, I was confused that day......"

Ah Rong hurriedly said, "You ...... You...... It's you...... Woohoo......"

Wang Ergou said to Song Ji: "I see that you are doing well, just now I wanted to dismantle you into eight pieces, but now through your efforts, I plan to cut off only one of your heads, not to move your hands and feet, and to make the person who collected the corpse easier......"

"Heroes spare their lives...... As long as you spare my life, I am willing to ...... for the hero."

"Oh, I don't believe what others say, I usually watch what others do, and you can tell me, what is Mao Dayong's safety?"

Song Ji said: "This ...... This...... It's nothing to do with the little ones, they made me do it...... I can't afford to mess with them, so I have to do it......"

"Who are they? What do you want to do? Less nonsense, well said, I can store your head for two days, if I am in a good mood, I may not kill you, but if Mao Dayong dies, I will be in a very bad mood. ”

"Yes...... It's the master of the Zhuang Qiao Hall......" Song Ji trembled and said, "The master of the Zhuang Hall asked me to poison the young master's diet every day......"

"Poisoned?

"No...... This poison is called 'seeing the Buddha when the flower blooms', and it can't be tasted at all, and there is nothing abnormal about the body, but ...... But if you smell the fragrance of Qionghua, you will die instantly......"

"Qionghua, where is Qionghua in Yangzhou?"

"Back to Daxia, Qionghua blooms in March and April every year, and now, it has long been grateful......"

"Then what's the use of you poisoning?"

Song Ji said: "Of course, there are no ordinary people in Yangzhou City, but there is a Qionghua Courtyard on Guanyin Mountain in Yangzhou, and Mrs. Mao has cultivated three Qionghua, which can ......bloom in summer and autumn."

"You mean, you have tricked your young master into going to Guanyin Mountain?"

"No, no, no, the hero misunderstood, tomorrow is the election meeting of the Qinglong Gang, and the young gang leader is going to bring the old lady back today, so early this morning, I will go to the Qionghua Courtyard ......"

Wang Ergou continued: "Then, he was supposed to pick up his mother, but when he smelled the fragrance of Qionghua, he died in front of his mother, so you can identify Mrs. Mao as killing her own son...... Poisonous enough!"

"The heroes are wronged, this was their idea, I'm an errand runner. ”

Wang Ergou nodded and said, "Good performance, I'll spare your life for the time being......"

"Xie Daxia!"

"Don't be too happy, I'm going to ......"

The knife flashed, and a heart-rending howl came from the northeast corner of the Mao family's compound.

Mao, the south gate of Yangzhou City.

Li Dazhui, a soldier at the city gate, came to the city tower on time today with the fish belly white of the east, and he was already full of enthusiasm for work and devoted himself to the security of Yangzhou City.

As usual, full of love for his work, he beckoned his colleagues to pull out the deadbolt of the south door, and as usual, they had already heard the noise of the merchants and the people outside the door.

"Serving the people is the most dignified job in the world. ”

The people's expectations are the driving force for their work, and the noise of the people is the embodiment of expectations.

However, there was something unusual today, and the people and merchants from all over the world did not rush towards him like a torrent as usual, but stood by the drawbridge outside the city gate, looking up at the city gate tower, and chatting as they watched.

"Hey, you are a sin, you eat other people's food, you drink other people's food, and you even sleep with other people's ......"

"But it's not, you can't be too Songji......

Li Dazhui ran out to see who affected his enthusiasm for work for the day. He ran in front of the people, looked back and looked up, and saw a man in a single coat being tied up and hanging above the city gate, just blocking the word "Yangzhou".

The man also had a white cloth half stained red with blood hanging from his waist, and on the white cloth were three lines of untidy letters:

I'm Song Ji, the housekeeper of Mao's Mansion, I came upstairs to hang it when I was idle, and wrote a couplet for myself-

Deceive the evil slave, the heart has no benevolence and righteousness, and a thousand taels of gold and silver make you empty;

The prostitute is a bastard, what is the use of raising Er, the tools of the crime must be confiscated!

The payment is three words -

Chungyosha.