Chapter Seventy-Five: How Many Men Are You Looking?

A ray of sunlight shone in through the window in the early morning, and Song Zilan checked Chao Qi as usual, but something was wrong with Chao Qi today, and he suddenly grabbed Song Zilan's hand in his sleep.

The strength was so great that Song Zilan was a little surprised, but Chao Qi never opened his eyes.

"Save ......"

Chao Qi said such a word vaguely, and there was no follow-up.

"What did you say?"

Song Zilan pretended not to hear clearly, but his eyes pretended to drift to Ling Er behind him inadvertently.

Chao Qi seemed to be talking in his sleep, no matter how Song Zilan asked, he had no follow-up.

Song Zilan chuckled: "It seems that he has done too much bad things." ”

There was a deep meaning in what she said, Ling Er was slightly stunned when she heard this, and the difference in her gaze quickly flashed from under her eyes.

"The slave maid went to get medicine for Han Gongzi."

Ling Er left the room as if fleeing, Song Zilan looked at his back and showed an unfathomable smile: "You have to be careful at night." ”

The corners of Han Yu's mouth on the bed moved, but he didn't speak.

Ling Er ran out of the room, the panic in her heart was still there, she felt that this Song Zilan was very weird, and the words she said seemed to implicitly imply.

Ling'er, who secretly felt a trace of uneasiness in her heart, decided to find out about the matter tonight and leave quickly.

As the night fell, Chao Qi vaguely felt someone sitting on the edge of his bed.

This time the man didn't say a word, just kept looking at him.

Suddenly.

Chao Qi faintly heard the grinding sound of a knife coming out of its sheath, which made him immediately startled.

Slowly feeling a hint of coolness, he turned over and quickly dodged towards Qiyi.

"Bang!"

At the same time, hearing something slamming the bed behind him, he quickly got up and looked at Qi.

When he saw his assassin, he was stunned.

The person who assassinated him was not Ling Er, but Sister Qiu, and Sister Qiu at this time also saw that the person on the bed was not Chao Qi, but a guard.

At the same time, a fire also lit up outside the door, and Song Zilan and Murong Qing walked in one after another.

Sister Qiu saw that something was wrong, so she wanted to fly away through the window, but Song Zilan quickly stepped forward to fight with her.

Within a few rounds, Sister Qiu fell behind and was captured alive by Song Zilan.

Murong Qing glanced at Sister Qiu who was kneeling on the ground, walked to the Hu table, poured two cups of tea, and made a gesture to Song Zilan, "It's been hard these days, third cousin." ”

Song Zilan sat down, and the two drank tea calmly under the gaze of everyone.

It was as if the assassination had not happened at all, which made everyone present a little different.

"Let's talk about it!"

Murong Qing put down the teacup and lowered her eyelids, and didn't look at Sister Qiu.

"I just want to die quickly."

Sister Qiu looked at Murong Qing with a resolute expression.

"You're dead, who's going to cook for the kids?"

Murong Qing did not accuse in her words, but looked at her softly.

"Miss, I'm sorry for you!"

When Sister Qiu heard Murong Qing's words, her eyes were red, her tone was a little choked, and she lowered her head in shame.

"You just need to tell the people behind the scenes, and I will guarantee you a worry-free life."

Murong Qing had no resentment towards her, only distress and regret.

Sister Qiu bowed her head and was silent, with some painful entanglements on her face.

Suddenly.

Sister Qiu suddenly raised her head and looked at Murong Qing, "Miss is as kind to me as a mountain, even if I die, it will be worth it." ”

Murong Qing saw that she didn't say anything, and her face was embarrassed, "Take good care of her, and send someone to inform me when she figures it out." ”

"No!"

Murong Qing led people away, and these people came and went quickly, like a gust of wind and rain whistling by.

After everyone dispersed, Song Zilan asked someone to move Chao Qi under the bed to the bed again in front of Ling Er. In order to ensure Chaoqi's safety, Song Zilan decided not to stay.

In the middle of the night, there was silence, and in a quiet corner of the courtyard, a dark shadow released a carrier pigeon.

Before the carrier pigeon could fly away, it fell to the ground, and at the same time, Murong Qing's voice came from behind the black shadow, "Arrest her for me." ”

When everyone saw that the black shadow was Ling Er in the daytime, they were not surprised at all.

What surprised Ling Er was that Sister Qiu, who had just been arrested, was standing beside everyone like no one.

Murong Qing stared at Ling Er, took the letter handed by the guard and tied it to the pigeon's leg, and after unfolding it, a sneer appeared on his face.

"Take it away."

"No!"

Everyone followed Murong Qing and escorted Ling Er to the room, where Murong Qing and Song Zilan sat down at the Hu table.

Murong Qing glanced at Ling Er, took a sip of tea, and asked directly, "Who sent the letter to Changfeng?" ”

Ling Er looked at Murong Qing and said, "The slave maid also thought that she was afraid that Gongzi Ji would miss her mother, so she informed Gongzi when she got the news. ”

"Really?"

Murong Qing stared at Ling Er and asked, "The Yun Clan is so important to Han Zhongzhi, how do you know?" ”

When Ling Er heard this, the sharpness in her eyes disappeared instantly, her face changed, and she said vaguely, "Slave maid...... Slaves and maids listen to the teachings taught by the young lady...... ......"

"Oh?"

Murong Qing looked at her with interest, "Is what I taught so effective?" ”

She Han has already fought with Zhongzhi, how can she sit on the position of prime minister without any real strength, just because she has only learned from herself for a few days, she can know Han Zhongzhi's secret, and she doesn't believe it.

"Maybe, maybe the prime minister is careless...... Didn't ......."

"Really?"

Murong Qing looked playfully at Ling Er who was kneeling on the ground.

Ling Er looked elsewhere...... Be! ”

Murong Qing got up and walked towards Ling'er, "I'm not Han Zhongzhi, there are only a few criminal laws used, and I don't have a heart to look at it." ”

When Ling Er heard Murong Qing's words, she knew in her heart that her flesh and skin suffering today could not be avoided.

Murong Qing took a small hammer from the guard's hand, played with it and said, "I'll give you one last chance." ”

Ling Er was still silent.

Seeing this, Murong Qing's eyes crossed a touch of ruthlessness, the guard pressed Ling Er's hand to the ground, Murong Qing took a small hammer to block between Ling Er's fingers, and then raised the hammer and smashed it down unceremoniously.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

"Ahh

A finger broke in response, and Ling Er couldn't bear the pain and screamed.

Song Zilan paused when she drank tea, and hurriedly lowered her eyelids and couldn't bear to look at it, as did the other guards.

"Still don't you say it?"

Murong Qing asked and raised the small hammer again, smashing it against Ling Er's fingers.

"Bang!"

"Click!"

"Ah......h

Ling Er's face turned pale because of the pain, and her whole body trembled, she finally understood Murong Qing's fierce side.

Not only did she think so, but everyone present thought so in their hearts, Su Muchun was ruthless and only killed, but in Murong Qing, it was simply worse than death.

Murong Qing didn't ask questions this time, and directly raised the small hammer and smashed it at Ling Er's fingers.

Ling Er, who had broken three fingers, began to look a little sluggish, lowered her head, and looked directly at the bloody fingers that had been smashed, and a trace of despair arose in her heart.

"Don't say it yet?"

Murong Qing raised the hammer again, and when Ling Er saw this, he hurriedly said, "I said, I said!" ”

A sneer appeared at the corner of Murong Qing's mouth, and Ling Er told the story of the matter.

She was indeed ordered by Han Zhongzhi, and when Murong Qing announced the recruitment of female workers, Han Zhongzhi began to act.

When he learned that Ji Changfeng was the abandoned son of the Ji family who had been missing for many years, he was moved by him. In order to get the secret that the Yun family has kept tight-lipped for so many years, she doesn't know what the secret is.

At the same time, he also said that the fire in Donglin Garden was because Murong Qing borrowed gold from the court, which threatened his wealth, and out of revenge, on the grounds that Donglin Garden was on fire, Murong Qing came out and robbed and killed him halfway.

Ling Er told everything about the incident, but she didn't say anything about Murong Cheng and Princess Xinlan.

Murong Qing's clear eyes stared at Ling Er, as if to make sure that what she said was true or false.

In this way, Ling Er felt a little uneasy in her heart, and kowtowed to Murong Qing and said, "Third Miss, what the slave said is true. ”

"What about my second brother?"

Ling Er was slightly stunned, then hurriedly shook her head and said hurriedly, "The slave doesn't know, the slave really doesn't know." ”

After Murong Qing heard this, he thoughtfully paced back and forth in front of Ling Er, and for a moment the room fell silent, and everyone's eyes followed this Murong Qing.

Suddenly.

Murong Qing suddenly showed a weird smile and said, "I'll give you a chance to live, otherwise you have to believe that I have thousands of ways to torture you." ”

"What does the young lady want the slave to do?"

Although Ling Er didn't know what Murong Qing was going to do, it was better than life and death, but she hoped that Murong Qing could give her a good time.

"I'll read it, and you'll write it."

Ling Er nodded, she was knocked off with her left hand, which did not affect her right hand writing.

The guards brought her pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, and Murong Qing just said lightly, "Chao Qi has woken up, the matter has been exposed, and Murong Qing is ready to kill the Yun family." ”

Ling Er's hand trembling when she heard Murong Qing's words, she didn't know how Han Zhongzhi would react when she received the letter, but it was certain that the Yun clan would be transferred.

"Why don't you write?"

Murong Qing looked at Ling Er, who was hesitant, her eyes were sharp, and her tone was gloomy, so frightened that Ling Er's soul trembled, and quickly wrote down what Murong Qing said.

The guards re-tied the written letter to the pigeon's leg and went to the yard to release it.

Only then did Murong Qing smile with satisfaction, "Take her down and take care of her, it's still useful to keep her." ”

When Ling Er heard Murong Qing's words, her whole body was like a deflated ball, and she collapsed to the ground and let the guards drag her away.

The crowd dispersed, and Song Zilan asked, "The goal has been achieved, why don't you kill her?" ”

"Kill her?"

Murong Qing smiled weirdly and said, "That's not fun!" ”

Seeing Murong Qing's expression, Song Zilan's heart trembled violently, and her eyes flashed.

It was the first time he had seen such a Murong Qing, it was eerie and terrifying, with a ruthless killing intent in his eyes, which made people feel terrified.

"Qing'er, I'...... I can do anything for you. ”

Song Zilan turned Murong Qing's body to herself and looked at her, her eyes flashing with strange tenderness.

Murong Qing lowered her eyelids and hid the light under her eyes, Song Zilan was a little distressed when she saw it, and gently hugged Murong Qing into her arms.

I don't know when, his heart has begun to gradually favor Murong Qing, maybe when they first met......

Maybe it was the night you drank with it......

Maybe......

In short, his heart has unconsciously hidden such a woman.

"Song Zilan."

At this moment, there was an angry roar at the door, which frightened the two of them immediately separated and looked for each other.

Su Muchun walked quickly to the two of them with a gloomy face, pulled Murong Qing into his arms, and glared at Song Zilan angrily.

"How did you promise this king, have you forgotten?"

This sentence made Song Zilan sober up instantly, looked at Su Muchun, and said in a cold tone, "I haven't forgotten." ”

Murong Qingxiu frowned, pushed Su Muchun, and then looked at Song Zilan.

Song Zilan's face was not very good-looking, and she glanced at Murong Qing and turned to leave.

"You say, how many men do you not know?"

Su Muchun pushed Murong Qing away, and the anger in his heart seemed to want to erupt from those eyes like cold autumn water.