Xiao Yishu was not afraid at all, took the farm tools, and attacked the joints of the official.

The officer in the front row, one unsteadily, fell heavily to the ground.

After a while, Xiao Yishu only relied on a farm tool in his hand to knock down all the officials present.

Song Qingyou clenched his fists nervously.

When there was a loud sound, Fang Cheng pulled out the long knife in his hand, put it in front of Xiao Yishu, and said arrogantly: "If you kneel down and beg me for mercy now, I can spare you from death." ”

"In broad daylight, Lang Lang Qiankun, as an official, do you want to kill people in public?" Song Qingyou's eyebrows stood and he said coldly.

Fang Cheng looked at her: "In Kushui County, Lao Tzu can do whatever he wants, you stinky girl, where did you come from so much nonsense." ”

"Xiao Yishu is an exile from the imperial court, if you kill him now, everyone present now is a witness who witnessed your murder, and when the time comes, the court will investigate it, and no one will be able to protect you." Song Qingyou said word by word.

"Stinky! You're fooling me! An exile dies and dies, and when the time comes, you report to the court, and the matter will be over. Fang Cheng said angrily, obviously his patience had run out.

Xiao Yishu raised the farm tool in his hand, not afraid at all.

Seeing that the scene was uncontrollable, the master said: "Fang Cheng, what she said is right, the exile can be executed for resisting the order, or he can die in a foreign country, but if he is killed because of a brawl with an official, I am afraid that the imperial court will not give up, and will send Lord Qincha to investigate the case thoroughly." ”

"Because of a woman, it's really not worth ruining your own prestige in Kushui County."

Fang Cheng's eyes were red, he withdrew the knife in his hand, and he said coldly: "Today, I will let you go for the time being." ”

The master took a step forward, cleared his throat, and said, "Xiao Yishu gathered a crowd to fight, and the impact was bad, and he was whipped thirty times to set an example." ”

He looked at Xiao Yishu and asked lightly, "Do you object again?" ”

Xiao Yishu put down the farm tools in his hand and said, "No." ”

As he spoke, he took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

The master glanced at Fang Cheng, Fang Cheng picked up the whip with a cruel smile, and said: "Xiao Yishu, I don't have to be light or heavy, you have to endure a little, don't die if you don't receive thirty whips." ”

Fang Cheng threw out the whip, and the whip circled in the air like a snake, making a crisp sound.

He swung hard, and a hideous blood mark immediately appeared on Xiao Yishu's back.

He staggered forward, and just in time he stretched out a hand to barely stand up straight.

"Again." He gritted his teeth, a murderous look in his eyes.

He pinched a strand of hair and bit it into his mouth.

Fang Cheng smiled fiercely, and as if he was ruthless, he whipped Xiao Yishu again.

The whip fell like raindrops, and fine beads of sweat oozed from Xiao Yishu's forehead, and the green tendons on his forehead burst out.

One, two, three......

"Enough! Thirty strokes is enough. Song Qingyou said coldly.

Fang Cheng looked at Xiao Yishu condescendingly, raised his foot and kicked him in the chest: "An exile, you still dare to cross with me?" ”

Xiao Yishu fell to the ground, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

In the evening, Song Qingyou went to find Xiao Yishu for medicine.

His entire back, without a piece of good flesh, looked like a blur of flesh and blood, and he was terrified to look at.

She frowned and said, "The old injury is just right, and a new injury is added, I look at you, I don't want to get better." ”

Xiao Yishu's eyes flashed with complicated brilliance, and he said angrily: "Seeing Fang Cheng approaching you, my heart is not happy. ”

"He's just a scoundrel, what are you doing with him?" Song Qingyou didn't know what to say.

She took out the ointment and gave Xiao Yishu the medicine, but he grabbed her hand.

Xiao Yishu looked nervous, and said unnaturally: "Qingyou, I actually ......"

Before the next words could be spoken, Xiao Yishu's whole face turned red.

A wave of heat rose, and Song Qingyou stammered: "It's a little hot, I'll go open the window." ”

The cool wind blew in, Song Qingyou sat back on the edge of the bed, Xiao Yishu's whole back was bare, his figure was very good, she lit a cool ointment and applied it on his back.

Everywhere I went, there was a burst of heat.

Xiao Yishu grabbed the quilt hard and buried his whole head in the pillow.

"Did I hurt you?" Song Qingyou didn't know why, so he asked.

"Hmm." He said withholdingly.

"You don't have a fever, do you?" Song Qingyou asked with concern.

The hand was faster than the mouth, and her hand probed Xiao Yishu's forehead, and it was really hot.

"You have a fever."

"I didn't."

"What not? It's all started talking nonsense. ”

Song Qingyou frowned and looked for medicine for Xiao Yishu.

"I know my own body very well, Qingyu, I don't have a fever, it's you who makes me fever."

The movement of her hands paused.

"Qingyou, I seem to like being with you, especially when I see other men approaching you, I will have a kind of hostility."

Song Qingyou's mind suddenly exploded, and Xiao Yishu was expressing his affection for her.

It wasn't a formal confession, but she understood.

She cleared her throat and blushed cheeks, "I see." ”

The words fell, like a little rabbit, and quickly disappeared in front of Xiao Yishu.

The master and the county master talked about Song Qingyou going to dig a well.

"County master, is this Song Qingyou crazy? It's been three years of drought, where can I still find water? Master said.

The county magistrate wrinkled his brows and said, "What time is it now?" Still thinking about digging a well? How's her corn growing? ”

"County master, I haven't started planting yet."

The county magistrate's eyes widened suddenly, and he roared, "It's been a few days?" She hasn't sown yet, what the hell is she doing? ”

"Make a greenhouse and say it's going to be planted in it." The master replied.

"Miss Song's mind is full of strange things, which are different from normal people, county master, do you want to come forward and beat her."

The county magistrate snorted coldly and said, "I'll go over tomorrow to see in person, what kind of moth Song Qingyou is going to do." ”

Early the next morning, Song Qingyou led people to loosen the soil and sprinkle water in the shed, and the county magistrate was late.

Everyone immediately stood up to greet them.

Song Qingyou put down the work in his hand: "County master, the time we agreed on hasn't come yet, why are you here?" ”

"Miss Song, there are only a few days left before the time we agreed, and you haven't planted this kind of seed yet, how can you make me believe you? Can you grow crops? ”

The county master said angrily: "I said yesterday that the master was going to dig a well?" ”

"Yes." Song Qingyou's attitude is neither humble nor arrogant: "We have our own water source, which is always convenient." ”

"This official has been digging a well with the people of Kushui County for three years, and no water has been dug up.