After dressing as a villain's ex-wife, she went crazy for whitewashing

"What relationship do these people have with me?" Hearing the question from the leading official, Old Master Sheng's already ugly face turned completely dark, "How do I know what these people started with?"

The official officer knew the relationship between the elder brother and the magistrate, and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, I am also asking, after all, these people are at the door of your house, Mr. Sheng, maybe someone will see or hear it. What's happening?"

Old Master Sheng snorted coldly, and summoned the disciple who had just reported the news to answer.

Facing the pile of corpses, the doorman held on to the door frame with his legs still a little weak.

When asked about the disciples, the officials were not so patient.

"When you were on vigil, you didn't hear any movement. Could it be possible that so many corpses can still fall from the sky?"

The doorman was about to cry, "My lord, I really don't know."

If he knew that he would see such a scary scene when he woke up and opened the door in the morning, he would drag his companion along with him anyway.

Seeing the aggrieved and frightened look on the doorman's face, the official waved his hands in disgust, turned to Mr. Sheng and said, "Since Mr. Sheng doesn't know the reasons, we will take these corpses away."

"Take it away quickly, it's really bad luck."

Old Master Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed tightly, his face seemed calm, but there was already a turbulent wave in his heart.

He has to confirm as soon as possible whether these people have succeeded?

Old Master Sheng still didn't believe that Lu Xiyue's family could escape the assassination of so many dead men.

He didn't send someone to inquire until the official took the corpse away.

However, as soon as the boy went out, a beggar who ran towards him stuffed him with a note, asking him to give it to Mr. Sheng.

The boy didn't dare to delay, and immediately handed the note to the old man.

After reading the note, Old Master Sheng slumped heavily on his chair, staring at the few words on the note with a dazed expression.

Lu Xiyue was really fine.

The note was not sent by someone else, it was Lu Xiyue who asked the beggar to hand it to him.

There are only two sentences above.

10 taels of silver, the matter of the dead man is never to be blamed.

Old Master Sheng had the intention of killing her, so Lu Xiyue naturally didn't intend to use money to suppress this matter.

10 taels, to solve the news of the dead.

Prescribing the medicine, plus the matter of closing the shop before, she has other considerations.

He wanted to let Mr. Sheng know what it meant to dig his own grave.

Seeing the old man's frosty face, the young man couldn't help swallowing, and asked hesitantly, "Master, do I still want to inquire about it?"

"Get out!"

Before the boy finished speaking, the old man interrupted him viciously.

The little servant was stunned for a moment, and the moment he raised his head, he met the sinister eyes of the old man and our group of evil spirits.

"Retire, little one."

The boy hurriedly retreated.

Walking out of the gate, he heard the sound of something being thrown from the room, crackling and ringing for a long time.

In the hall, valuable decorative vases and teacups were scattered all over the floor.

The guards outside lowered their heads, their hearts beating violently.

I've never seen the old man get so angry. Judging by his posture, it looks like he's about to kill someone!

In the midst of the mess, old man Sheng looked ferocious, tightly squeezed the note in his hand, raised his hand and threw the last cup on the table.

He stared at the scene reflected in the hot tea on the ground, as if he saw the face that made him detest the paper.

Bitch, dare to threaten him!

Even though he was extremely angry, after the old man vented, he still had a sliver of reason.

He didn't understand how Lu Xiyue knew that it was actually related to him, and even knew that he ordered people to put medicine in their meals.

Doubts are doubts, but Mr. Sheng is very clear.

The 10 taels of silver must be spent.

Otherwise, if the news spreads and the capital blames it, it will not be just a matter of 10 taels of silver.

Slut, if she is so unscrupulous for money, she really thinks that no one in this world can control her.

Lu Xiyue, who was itching her teeth with anger from Mr. Sheng, was currently changing Xiao Yunheng's medicine.

The man has a broad chest, and the white and strong muscles are evenly distributed on the skeleton. Whether it is from the perspective of appreciation or the perspective of a doctor, this is a perfect body.

It's just that the two horizontal wounds were turned outwards, and faint blood oozes out, destroying the beauty.

Looking at it from a close distance, there is a kind of wildness that shocks the line of sight.

Lu Xiyue didn't have the heart to appreciate his body, she applied ointment with her fingertips and rubbed it on the eversioned flesh, her eyes were clear, and she didn't have the slightest thought of being charming.

The medicinal powder on the girl's fingertips was slightly cool, and when it touched the skin lightly, it was like a spark that exploded from the wound and spread to the limbs.

Xiao Yunheng stared at Lu Xiyue, the distance between the two was so close that he could almost count the curled eyelashes on the girl's eyebrows.

The restless heat surged up in his body, he only felt his cheeks were hot, and even the tips of his ears were hot.

As a normal man, Xiao Yunheng knew the reason very well.

He turned his head slowly, trying to drive out the dirty thoughts in his mind.

But the sweetheart is right in front of him, and he has no clothes on.

For the first time, Xiao Yunheng felt that he had the potential to be a disciple.

Lu Xiyue noticed his movement, and she paused, a little worried: "What's wrong, did I strike too hard?"

The voice of the young girl Qing Lingling was like the melodious breeze sweeping through in this mild weather, and it easily soothed the emotion deep in his heart.

Xiao Yunheng closed his eyes, opened his slender lips lightly, and made an excuse: "No, it's just that I've been in one posture for a long time, and it's a bit sore."

Lu Xiyue hurriedly put down the medicine powder in her hand, and asked, "Why don't you lie down and I'll give you the medicine."

Lie down!

The man's pupils trembled.

The dissipated emotion retracted into his mind uncontrollably, with a slightly hoarse voice that was suppressed.

"No, that's fine."

The man's eyelashes trembled, and his Adam's apple rolled around his neck.

Lu Xiyue stared at his sideways cheek, which seemed a little red.

She raised her hand and touched the man's forehead.

It's a little hot in the palm of your hand, but not particularly hot.

Xiao Yunheng stiffened his body, his dark pupils were slightly crimson at the end of his eyes, and the shimmering light and shadow stared straight at the bed curtain, he didn't dare to turn his head back.

At this moment, every physical contact with her is like wildfire.

He didn't want to scare her.

"Maybe it's because of the wound, my body temperature is a bit hot." Lu Xiyue's face became more worried, "After the medicine is finished, I'll make some decoction to reduce fever."

"all good."

Xiao Yunheng's voice was tense.

Lu Xiyue continued to give him medicine.

Time seemed to pass slowly, and some beads of sweat ooze from the man's forehead. He has never felt for a moment that getting along with her so intimately is like suffering.

Suffering with joy.

After taking the medicine and wrapping up the bandage, Lu Xiyue took the medicine box to the kitchen to make soup, Xiao Yunheng let out a sigh of relief.

There was an obvious change somewhere covered by the gown, he raised his hand, covered his dark eyes, leaned on the bed and silently recited the mantra of pure heart.