As she spoke, Wang Ling'er rolled up her sleeves and revealed her white arms, "Little master, don't worry, although the slave family is a weak woman and has never killed anyone, she often helps kill chickens and fish in the back kitchen, and also kills pigs once!" I guess this killing should not be much different from killing pigs! ”

Wang Ling'er opened her arms like a zombie and rushed towards Hua Fengchun.

"Little sister-in-law, I'm so good-looking, you can't bear to strangle me!" Hua Fengchun hurriedly dodged to the side.

Wang Ling'er chased after her: "One hundred yuan, it's not a small amount!" ”

Seeing Hua Fengchun like an injured puppy being forced into a corner by Wang Ling'er, her eyes were pitiful and innocent.

Zhao Huanhuan, the divine mending knife, stepped forward and said to Wang Ling'er: "Sister, do you want to help, Hua Fengchun, this kid is too bad, I also want to strangle him!" ”

Seeing that Zhao Huanhuan and Wang Ling'er were about to lock Hua Fengchun's throat, Song An hurriedly stepped forward and stopped them.

"Don't be impatient, don't be impatient, you have a chance to strangle this kid in the future, let's let the girl Qian pinch it today."

"Anzi...... Lord Prefectural, I only have one life, how many times are you going to make me die? "The flowers are shivering in spring.

"Good brother, do my brother a favor, you see that Miss Qian is so weak, how can she strangle you. Be brave. After Song An finished talking in Hua Fengchun's ear, he pushed him in front of Qian Xiaoyue, "Miss Qian, this is a letter of guarantee written by the county for you, the county has signed and stamped the official seal, as long as you can strangle Qian Fengchun in court, the county will acquit you!" ”

Although Qian Xiaoyue was incredible, she still trembled and stretched out her hand to Hua Fengchun's neck!

"I don't!" As soon as Hua Fengchun wanted to dodge, Song An grabbed his hands from behind, "Take a rope and tie up Hua Feng's head!" ”

The catchers brought ropes to tie up flowers in spring.

"I don't! No! Anzi, why are you trying to kill me! Don't I just want to play with your princess wife! Haven't I played yet? You can't be so heavy on sex and light on friends! ”

"It's noisy!" Zhao Huanhuan tiptoed and stuffed her handkerchief into Hua Fengchun's mouth, and Hua Fengchun could only whine and make a sound like killing a pig.

Zhao Huanhuan returned to the gods, took a towel and stuffed it in Hua Fengchun's mouth.

"Do it, Miss Qian."

Qian Xiaoyue's trembling hands clasped Hua Fengchun's neck......

"Hard! Do everything in one's power! ”

Qian Xiaoyue's trembling hands did their best......

At the beginning, Hua Fengchun's pinched face was bruised, and after ten seconds, his expression improved.

Because Qian Xiaoyue has no strength.

Growing up in a scholarly family since childhood, Qian Xiaoyue has never done any housework, and it is not an exaggeration to use her hands to restrain her. Although she really wanted to strangle the head catcher in front of her at this moment, her hands were already sore, and she couldn't use her strength at all......

"Pinch his throat! Pinch hard! Crush! If it's broken, he's dead! Song An, who was standing next to him, gritted his teeth to cheer her up.

She tried her best to press the weight of her entire body down her arms against Hua Fengchun's neck, but her hands slipped and threw herself into Hua Fengchun's arms......

Then she weakly pushed the flowers into spring, and sat down on the defendant stone tiredly.

Hua Fengchun gulped in the fresh air......

Song An squatted in front of Qian Xiaoyue, staring directly at her eyes, his gaze was not smart, and his tone was very gentle: "When the county performed the autopsy of the deceased Dong Ming, it was found that he died because his throat was crushed. And this county has tried your strength, and you can't have the strength to crush his throat...... In other words, you are not actually a murderer. ”

Zhao Gou said: "Qian Xiaoyue, who is the real murderer?" Don't hurry up and recruit from the truth! ”

Qian Xiaoyue knelt indifferently on the defendant stone: "My lord, Dong Ming was killed by the slave family, not the so-called others. ”

"......" Song An was a little speechless and helpless, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

Zhao Gou was furious: "The existing evidence proves that you are not the murderer, but you gritted your teeth and refused to confess, it seems that it is not possible to not move the punishment!" Come on, give her a finger! ”

The so-called finger is a kind of torture instrument used to pinch the finger in ancient times.

Qian Xiaoyue's ten fingers were put into the fingers.

Hua Fengchun panicked: "Hey Lao Gou, such a good-looking young lady, you can't bear to be punished!" ”

"The prince is guilty of the same crime as the common people, how can he not be guilty because of his good looks! Torture! ”

The two officials pulled the rope tied to the ends of the fingers, and the fingers clamped Qian Xiaoyue's fingers......

Qian Xiaoyue's brows furrowed...... Then the clenched teeth let out a low, painful moan......

"Say! Who is the real murderer! Zhao Gou scolded sharply.

"Me!" Qian Xiaoyue burst out of her clenched teeth.

"Increase!"

The official increased his strength again, and Qian Xiaoyue's body began to tremble from the pain......

Sweat oozed from her pretty forehead.

Hua Fengchun couldn't bear to look at it.

Zhao Huanhuan wanted to step forward to stop her, but was stopped by Zhao Gou.

Suddenly, Qian Xiaoyue's body went soft and passed out.

From the time the official took the finger to the punishment of Qian Xiaoyue until she passed out, Song Ancheng didn't say a word or do anything, just looked at Qian Xiaoyue like hysteria.

Qian Xiaoyue is not a murderer, but she insists that she is a murderer, which shows that she must know who the real murderer is. And she refused to confess.

In addition to extorting confessions by torture, Song An didn't know what else to do to get Qian Xiaoyue to tell the truth, so he let Zhao Gou come.

But he never expected that the soft and weak Qian Xiaoyue would be so resolute.

……

In the middle of the night, around eleven o'clock in the future, Zhao Huanhuan and they all fell asleep.

Song An tossed and turned, and then went out of the house to the courtyard for a walk.

The night was quiet, and the flower beds in the courtyard came from time to time with bursts of crickets.

The night sky is starry and the moon is exceptionally round.

The night sky of the Northern Song Dynasty is very clear because there is no weather pollution, and Song An can clearly identify various constellations such as Orion, Balance, Libra, Scorpio, and Lion.

Song An's gaze stayed on the roof of the house where the prodigal son Yanqing lived.

There was a person sitting on the ridge of the roof, and Song An could see clearly, this was Yan Qing.

Today, Yan Qing, Shi Jin, and Zhang Shun scattered with some brothers to various places in Lanling County to inquire about the whereabouts of the lake bandits, but they found nothing.

The kung fu of the ancients was not like in the film and television, just like in the film and television, they came to a flying eaves and walked on the wall, and they floated two miles with light skills, maybe Song An didn't see a master, anyway, none of the Liangshan heroes he had seen would fly around lightly. Even Yan Qing, who is very good at kung fu, has to use a ladder to get to the roof.

Yan Qing was sitting on the ridge of the roof bare-chested, looking at the night sky in the distance, and he didn't notice it when Song An climbed onto the roof.

Yan Qing is very handsome, with sharp and angular facial features, and a three-dimensional effect. Although Song An does not have any physical and psychological sexual interest in men, he admires Yan Qing very much.